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[Jay-Z]
Check the bassline out, uh-huh Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh Let it bump though ["Annie" sample] It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!! [Jay-Z] From standin on the corners boppin to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock fleein the murder scene, you know me well from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby! You know it's hell when I come through The life and times of Shawn Carter nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready ["Annie" sample] It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!! [Jay-Z] I flow for those 'dro'ed out; all my niggaz locked down in the ten by fo', controllin the house We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that I flow for chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay tuition I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots All my ballers that's born to clock Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin on futons and cots to King Size, dream machines, the green fives I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills Then I put it down type braile I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homies I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit! I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin I'm tryin to murder everything movin, feel me?! ["Annie" sample] It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!! [Jay-Z] I don't how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress you'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh! ["Annie" sample] It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!! .. It's the hard knock life!! .. It's the hard knock life!! |
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| 2. |
| 3:56 |
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I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means Check it out, you can catch me on top now, playin a club Throwin a shot down, tryin to stay above Ground, another ground-breakin day in the club Surrounded by my home thoughts, playin a cut Reminesin on days I didn't have a pot to piss in No watches to glisin, no V's with hot systems Missin my homies that passed right in front of my eyes Due to the fast life we told wonderful lies On how we would live forever, time proved us wrong Had to get our shit together and move it along Had dreams of being Big niggas, Jig niggas Drivin the hottest cars, movin out with our moms and I'm Wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means Was interuppted by this chicken that I used to cluck wit Back in the days when I was movin much shit, "What up chick?" Maintanin, it's the same old thang A little stress, a little bullshit, ain't too much changed I see you kept it movin, you see I kept improving, she nodded her head in agreement Remember when I used to walk up and down the cement, puttin it down While the Streets is Watchin, stay hooded down Just to earn a rep, but what good is it now? She said "Damn I just stopped to say Hi.... Bye" I was too deep for you from day one Thats why we never had relations, continued in my own zone I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I wish on all the people who really dream And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done Uh huh, We used to play tap-tap for rap tracks Run, catch, and kiss in the back park until it got dark Wanted to be like the older fellas, sneak and drink old Chample Dangerous games we played on the third rail Fiend for the summer breeze Hopped out the Lee's Dungrares into the Hawaiian shorts, relying on sports to take us away from here, but I cut too much So I had a plan B used to rhyme with a brush My sinners used to back me up Like Doug E. Fresh and Ricky D., Eric, Mickey and Me All my niggas is you with me, each of ya'll Let's reach for the stars now... Jigga! I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I wish on all the people who really dream And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done |
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What, tssh, y'all, what
Jigga, uhh uhh uhh, uh-huh Pa-pa, uhh, pa-pa, uhh The G, Roc-A-Fella y'all Who be, in a Japanese restaurant, eating sushi Drinking saki, it's me, and my mami with the doobie Cutie, smellin like Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy Tits Firm like Nature, Foxy, Nas and AZ Truly reason to bug the toolie and keep laced in jewelry watch me Girlie tried to lure me and lock me you gotta get up early Cause who's gettin played is not me "Surely you jest," she said, "if you thought I was purely out for the bucks you woulda bucked stuck and dropped me" I said maturely, "You right but better safe than sorry, but for the lovebirds can move to the suburbs, I need to double check your story To make sure that you one of a kind And you deserve to be my Sunshine" Touch me with, a heart of gold I can't go a day without my sunshine Touch me with, a smile of gold I can't go a day without my sunshine, sunshine A year gone, and she seein things most chicks only hear in songs (uh-huh) keep in gear phenom Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm (that's right) Risked a four to life bid to keep that shit on her arm Keep her impressed at all times, cats would love to creep (uh-huh) just to say they crept with mine, slept with mine, she said I ain't deaf nor blind, niggaz stressin Hatin cause they less than mine, they wanna sex me We chose each other, you actin like you chose me They oppose you then, they oppose me We could creep at a low speed, the gat in the hosiery Double cross you they got to triple cross me (I'm thinking that's the way it's supposed to be) Uh-huh (One more thing If I ever go broke, would you hit the block for me?) Fo' sho' (She replied, eyes open wide) Uhhhh (Put that on everything?) I put that on my life If I needed would you, give me your kidneys? (Uhh, uhh, fo' sho') Catch a case you catch it with me? (Mmm, fo' sho') Pawn your jewlery to come get me? (You better know) Catch me with a chick, forgive me? (Uhh, now that, I don't know) They spread rumors, will you defend me, tooth and nail? They try to frame me, will you be there, till the truth prevail? (But would you be the same dude, when you blow the roof off sales that you was, throwin rocks, at the Roof at 12, nigga?) This is the truth I shell, till the loot gets frail I put this on my nephews, from the smallest to the pale Me and you ballin, from the heavens, or the hell Won't let you hit the ground if I'm fallin myself Now picture me leavin you in this cold world, rollin for delf It's me and you in this old girl, we takin the belt From the lows, to the highs, to the foes we shine Just continue to be my Sunshine |
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| 4. |
| 4:01 |
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You belong to the city (Uh-uhh-uh, what what)
You belong to the night (Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah) In the river of darkness He's a man of the night Uhh, yeah What the deal playboy, just rest your soul I be holding it down yo still love the dough Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow Don't worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name You held it down long enough, let me take those reigns And just like your spirit the commision remains Niggaz can cross the T's and, dots the I's Now that I got too popular to cop them pies I'm takin this rap shit serious, to my demise Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise Basics in the basement, waste it Asking my dog for advice so when he can't say shit my hatred is, fueled just give me a sign And I let the world know that the city is mine, what? You belong to the city (The city is mine, what-what-what) You belong to the night (Ge-ge-geyeah, uh-uhh-uh, pa-pau) In the river of darkness He's a man of the night (The city is mine, that's right...) Y'all want to know how I flow just seek and you find I'm like a brain in the voicebox, I speak my mind About to redefine rap mami, either I'm the illest nigga doing it or these niggaz is losin it I read a article that said I was ruinin shit But every time I look, I'm movin units in quick So I'ma hit y'all, with these last two and split and leave niggaz with nothing but my influences-es Soon it's the Jigga, I ain't mad yeah, bite my shit Sell half of what I sell because it's not quite my shit I'm the type to buy a Roley and just ice my shit on the spot, fuck comin back twice to shit How real is that? My floss game, still intact Boss game, you lame dudes can't feel that Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89 and drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what? You belong to the city (The city is mine) You belong to the night (Yeah, uhh, the city is mine) In the river of darkness (Pa-pa, feel me) He's a man of the night (Yeah, yeah, bounce, bounce) I snatch your girl cause your arm ain't strong enough Plus ya don't stay in the studio long enough I make hits while y'all stay hatin and take bricks Had it locked til I came in the club, Take 6 Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt at the bar alchoholing her up I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name I ain't a player get it right, I'm controllin the game From now until they blow holes in my frame I'ma stand firm, holdin my aim, feel me? I'm the focal, point like Biggie in his prime on the low though - shhhhh, the city is mine! |
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| 3:36 |
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Bounce.. bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all Check, check Yo, I'm makin short term goals, when the weather folds just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold Chilly with enough bail money to free a big willie High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly Shoppin sprees, copin three Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yes bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha 50 G's to the crap shooter, niggaz can't fade me Chrome socks beamin Through my perephreal I see ya schemin Stop dreamin, I leave your body steamin Niggaz is fiendin, what's the meanin? I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine-in {*brrrr*} My cup runneth, over with hundreds I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow The Don Juan DeMarco; swear to God, don't get it fucked up I'm takin out this time to give you a piece of my mind (cause you can't knock the hustle) Who do you think you are? Baby one day you'll be a star Last seen out of state where I drop my slang I'm deep in the South kickin up top game Bouncin on the highway switchin fo' lanes Screamin through the sunroof - money ain't a thang Your worst fear confirmed Me and my fam' roll tight like The Firm Gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn Why play with fire, burn We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm 'til legs spread like germs I got extensive hoes, with expensive clothes and I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows What y'all don't know? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustle But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy cause that's the way you're makin me feel (cause you can't knock the hustle) I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time to knock the hustle for real Yo, y'all niggaz lunchin, punchin the clock My function is to make much and lay back munchin Sippin Remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch Nothin to stop, un.. ..stoppable Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew I gotta, let you niggaz know the time like Movado My motto, stack rocks like Colorado Auto off the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me Slick like a gato, fuckin Jay-Z My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what Straight bananas; can a nigga, see me? Got the US Open, advantage Jigga Serve like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus Le Tigre, son you're too eager You ain't havin it? Good, me either Let's, get together and make this whole world believe us huh? At my arraignment, screamin all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even Thievin, as long as I'm breathin Can't knock the way a nigga eatin - fuck you even! I'm takin out this time to give you a piece of my mind Who do you think you are? Baby one day you'll be a star But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy cause that's the way you're makin me feel I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time to knock the hustle for real |
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I keep it fresher than the next bitch
no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch ..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed, you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me, you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me they conniving shit the first chance to crack the bank they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks and papayas, from the village to the tele time to kill it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot mmet your death in less than 8 seconds still poundin in my after life.. laugin my shit is tight you who askin right... Aint no nigga like the one I got no one can fuck you betta sleeps around but he gives me alot keeps you in diamonds and leathers friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha tell the freaks to find a man of there own (man a they own, man a they own) Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks got you a beeper to feel important surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love you know these ho's be makin me weak yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in you can't change a players game in the 9th inning the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin so I run way the fuck up in em and wrinkle the face like linnin I play hard-eh till they say God.. he's keepin it real jigga stay hard lawd don't even trip I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel when you nigga play sick we can all get ill -whats the deal- Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie promise to stay monogamous, I try but love you know these ho's be makin me weak Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga so when you flip that coke remember them days you was dead broke but now your style and I raised you basically made you into a don flippin weight..heroin and shit you know my pussy is all that thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin on how I fuck the best a shit specially when Im flippin Baileys dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin in Armani sweaters before this rap shit when you was in letters and bullshit berattas and eek classes with mo in the glasses shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's now all your mens' up in your benz's high post, I swear you be killin me playin inside my pubic hairs I never worry bout them other chicks cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin that bitch I took a little when you was up north your comisary stay pilin how you livin large on the island all them collects have me vex but when you come home knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks now we on the rise your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit Fucks no, I see half the dough Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars |
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| 3:59 |
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Yeah
I mean like I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know I was popping that Cristal when all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know Wearing that platinum shit when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit I got to be the pioneer of this shit Bottom line I'm going to show you how to do it Check it I spit that other shit That's the nice motherfucker shit Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga You beer money, I'm all year money I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money I got bail money, XXL money You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit I got blood money, straight up thug money That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money You got show dough, little to no dough Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at? Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that? Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that? Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me Selling records, being you but still you want to be me I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me And still you running around thinking you got something on me But I done did it And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it That's cool, I was the first one with it Original, jiggas the future flow digital Still busting a gat when she gets critical Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose Groupies I leave them all fucked Niggas - all struck Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks Last year, when niggas thought it was all up But this year I've done it again, jigga! What the fuck Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me I flow like the 5 series, in various areas And blow holes in your weak niggas theories It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game You bought a 4.0 you better get your change Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane |
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Uh uh
So So Def Yeah, yeah Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z [Jermaine Dupri] In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang [Jay-Z] Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back Money ain't a thang [Jermaine Dupri] Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang [Jay-Z] Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips Money ain't a thang [Jermaine Dupri] Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang [Jay-Z] I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and Jermaine Dupri got it locked crazy Where you at haters? Repeat 1 [Jermaine Dupri] My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burnt than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing Repeat 1 [Jay-Z] Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you owed some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice [Jermaine Dupri] Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what, you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gonna take a lot more to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy Repeat Chorus So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is rock Rock on |
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| 5:11 |
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Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! Can I hit in the MORNING without givin you half of my dough And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME? If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FOR would you STILL ROLL? If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DROPPIN? If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga would you come around me or would you clown me? If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya see yourself with a nigga workin harder than 9 to 5 contend with six, two jobs to survive, or do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP? Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo.. Can I get a FUCK YOU to these bitches from all of my niggaz who don't love hoes, they get no dough [Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP to these niggaz from all of my bitches who don't got love for niggaz without thugs? [Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uhh, yo bounce wit me [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Yeah, uh-uh uh uh You ain't gotta be rich but FUCK THAT How we gonna get around your BUS PASS Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny Ambition makes me, so horny Not the fussin and the frontin If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit! I like a, lot of P-rada, Alize and Vodka Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My, coochie remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass If you ain't holdin, I dash yo Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me [Ja] Uhh [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah [Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] UHH! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! Yeah It ain't even a question how my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money fo' sho' Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half I be dickin they, back out, go 'head, let it out I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred Makin em feel, slutted even if they don't want it It's been SO LONG since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my bitches VeVe, studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggaz I'm talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked you Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wit me Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me Geyeah |
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| 4:03 |
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If I shoot you, I'm brainless
Different toilet, same shit, and I'm sick of explainin this I'm waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiff Yeah, I know what you thinkin - fucked up ain't it? I shoulda known better, and I planned to but dog they be takin me out of my zone like a nigga with a handle I sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the closet I tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostage Let niggaz take shots at me, no response I just - flip and, pop my collar like the Fonz You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm You wanna conversate with the writer of the Qu'ran or Old Testament, don't test him then I know what y'all thinkin dick, pause Your future's my past, I've been here before I know when you're schemin, I feel when you plottin I got, mental vision, intuition I know where you goin I read your mind's navigational system Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin [Chorus] When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it? I need to know.. geah geah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah.. [Jay-Z] You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin And I only use his waist to keep my glock in But when shit goes down you know who's doin the poppin And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood Bad move; that's bad news How many times have I got to prove? How many loved ones have you got to lose before you realize that it's probably true? Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably do Shit I paid my dues, I made the news I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews And the streets say Jigga can't go back home You know when I heard that? When I was back home I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome On any Martin Luther, don't part with your future Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya The answer is simply too dark for the user And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in? 'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone from what the block has spoken, my God Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms? Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh... [Chorus] When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it? I need to know.. chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it? I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh Yeah, yo, yo [Jay-Z] I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know I lost my pops when I was eleven mmm twelve years old He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's toll but I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base The stress'll take a young nigga, give him a old face All I did was smoke joke, think and drink Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game I seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own script slip up and change the story I seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glory before reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfully I took trips with so much shit in the whip that if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, SNIFF Smell me nigga? The real me nigga, minus the rumors Holla if you feel me nigga [Beanie Sigel] The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now? Shit they got me circlin the block before I'm parkin now Don't get it twisted, I ain't bitchin, I'm just cautious now Sub, under the parka, extra cartridge now Hit his click Sig' up you fell at it you're dense I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic express I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors But fuck it, I'm still alive and I'm still in Ju'maa I know 'stafALLAH Niggaz wanna press me, put my back to the wall But pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y'all To know me is to love me, you see me, can't be me, hate this Fuck you I got guns like Neo in +Matrix+ Cross the Family, think Mac's sweet like Cairo or soft like Play-Doh get knocked off like Fredo - Corleone They find you with a hole in your dome I roll with niggaz that'll follow you and go to your home Thought you ball, but nigga you fall to my defense Catch you while you reachin, clip you then I cross you then I'm leavin Apply full court pressure like four-four ?? get you out of here, pull pressure to the trigger, bullets fly in three's You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves I do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leave Look in my eyes, realize it's Beans Niggaz wanna despise the team; till I play head coach and straight up, divide they team Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things Til the bullet.. ah, motherfuckers!! Yeah.. |
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Turn the lights all the way
Turn the lights all the way down What Uhhuh Yeah (Uhh) Come on Big flow (GGRRRRRR) Come on yeah come on Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick Fuck all y'all haters blow dick I spits the game for those that throw bricks Money cash hoes money cash chicks what Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Only wife of mines is a life of crime And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ forgive us Fuck it Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz Y'all cant floss on my level I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture If you get close enough you can read the scripture It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON) Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) Flavors robust platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what Us the villains, fuck your feelings While yall playa hate we in the upper millions Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealing More money more cash more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit I led a life you can write a book on Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller D-M-X and my dogs bite Jigga my nigga rhyme all night Thugs for life one night with this rap shit Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen When we clap shit Actin like we owe em something Then we show em something Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food And the only thing thats stoppin him is you Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you Topic include; choppin in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the street This was one dog that loves raw meat But gettin back to just cause I, love my niggaz I shed blood, for my niggaz Let a nigga holler where my niggaz All I'ma hear is right here my nigga Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh Ruff Ryders My nigga Swizz Uhhuh uhhuh Dont stop biatch Uh Uhhuh yeah Inspect the game yo |
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Peep the scripts
Gold honey from the whips Jumped out like YO! Who the fuck you with Flash the juice 'cause that's the rule Damn I like a girl who spend a little cash for her shoes *** Natural - Can I get at you? Saw a spot on the body look nice with a tattoo With my name, but didn't want to jump the gun I Didn't Know how many niggas was humping hon I said I never seen a face like yours before And I been around some cute whores before That either me or my boys tore it up before So I'm hoping you different Let you push the 6 And give you a different life and Baby if it's right jump on it in the morning And ride it 'til the night Want to buy you real jury when it hits the light Bitches are momentarily lose they sight She said I know what boys like I know what they want I know what boys like, boys like I know what boys like I know what they want I know what boys like, boys like me So want a cutie with a booty like OW! Deeper than the MOW! Airy Shine like TADOW! But I'm a real bitch so you know I do real things Only real bitches live like queens - Get it? Safety deposit in the walk-in closet Marvel Forts is for matching Rolls Royce's In the driveway from Monday to Friday I be the richest, shitting on these bitches While chickens cluck giving up the butt I blaze the cut with the daddy raw buff You can call me a slut Who gives a fuck That's fine nigga shit I'm a good with mine I can tell by your shoes you know what I want Fuck a prenup give me half up front My sex be the best so we split these costs You can stop saying mine And start saying ours I know what girls like I know what they want They want to sex me They think I'm sexy I know what girls like, girls like me I know what boys like I know what they want They want to sex me They think I'm sexy I know what boys like, boys like me Got the bomb place, fireplace John Blaze Victoria Secret lingerie Ice like Don King The price was like 8 digits a long way, shit Got the beachfront view V1 too Cop you one cop me one too On the place, jetski's park by the lake No neighbors, make all the noise you want to make Invite your friends over Better make their way through The Benz's and the Rovers before they reach the door Vacate, hey wait, a week or more First class to and fro, freakin off Got the ham things lot Champaigne popped Cruise around the world 'til the damn thing stop Cop rembrandt, handle, pay the lot Can't complain, we balling, true or not? I know what girls like I know what they want I know what girls like, girls like I know what girls like I know what they want I know what girls like, girls like me I know what boys like I know what they want I know what boys like, boys like I know what boys like I know what they want I know what boys like, boys like me |
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* I'm feelin it fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin it feel the Lex pushin up on the set I'm feelin it through the high that you get from the lie Feelin it if you feel it raise your l in the sky I keep it realer than most I know your feelin it Cristal on ice I like those toes I keep spillin it Bone crushers I keep real close I got the skill for this On my back the fliest clothes lookin ill and shit Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a bitch And then you die but for now life close your eyes and feel this dick Since diapers had nothin to live for like them lifers but Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher We paid the price to circular success they turned my mic up I bout to hit these niggas that'll light they life up If every nigga in your clique is rich your clique is rugged Nobody before cause everyone would be each others crutches I hope you fools choose to listen I drop jewels bust it These are the rules I follow in my life you gotta love it Jiggy jigger lookin gully in the joint If y'all niggas ain't talkin 'bout large money what's the point? *Repeat Even if it ain't sunny hey I ain't complainin I'm in the rain doing a buck 40 hydroplanin what shorty (Where you disappear son?) Maintainin puttin myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in I'm livin the ill streets blues got you hunger painin Nothin to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin fool I'm thorough in every boro my name be ringin Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and Ya Feelin it? to all the girls I bought the girdle to conceal my bricks No doubt they can vouch my life is real as shit 95 south and poppy on the hill and shit And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed wit shit And all the thorough ass niggas that I hustle wit Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit These fake rappers cant really know I'm lovin it ya feelin it *Repeat(x3) What y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay high? The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch I keep it tight for all the nights my mom prayed I'd stop Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot Those nightmares mom Those dreams you say you got give me the chills But these mils make me hot y'all feel me Enough to stop the illin right? But at the same time these dimes keep me feelin tight I'm so confused OK I'm gettin weeded now I know I'm contradicting myself Look I don't need that now It just once in a blue moon when there's nothin to do and The tension's too thick for my sober mind to cut through I get disownin me and the chick goin to the island we're bonin I free my mind sometimes I here myself moanin Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone man It got me goin shit |
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"Presidents to represent me" --> Nas "Get money!" "I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" Rock... on, Roc-A-Fella y'all The saga continues Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme By the ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat Fuck em, we hate a nigga lovin this life In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process and I ain't got nothin but time I had near brushes, not to mention three shots close range, never touched me, divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what? Chorus Geyeah, know what? I'll make.. you and your wack mans fold like bad hands Roll like Monopoly, ad-vance you copy me like white crystals, I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish to The dead presidential, canidate with the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend you In due time when crime fleas my mind All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin brilliant I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in Long as the villian win I spend Japan yen, attend major events Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin J-A-Y hyphen, controllin, manipulatin I got a good life man, pounds and pence Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench Catch me swinging for the fence Dead Presidents, ya know Chorus Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's to change your life huh, roll with the winners Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected from chips to chicks just drivin a Lexus Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it done Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure Dead presidentials, politics as usual Bla-ouw! "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" Chorus 2X |
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Chorus: Gwen Dickey
I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means Verse 1: Jay-Z Check it out, you can catch me on top now, playin a club Throwin a shot down, tryin to stay above Ground, another ground-breakin day in the club Surrounded by my home thoughts, playin a cut Reminesin on days I didn't have a pot to piss in No watches to glisin, no V's with hot systems Missin my homies that passed right in front of my eyes Due to the fast life we told wonderful lies On how we would live forever, time proved us wrong Had to get our shit together and move it along Had dreams of being Big niggas, Jig niggas Drivin the hottest cars, movin out with our moms and I'm Chorus: Gwen Dickey Wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means Verse 2: Jay-Z Was interuppted by this chicken that I used to cluck wit Back in the days when I was movin much shit, "What up chick?" Maintanin, it's the same old thang A little stress, a little bullshit, ain't too much changed I see you kept it movin, you see I kept improving, she nodded her head in agreement Remember when I used to walk up and down the cement, puttin it down While the Streets is Watchin, stay hooded down Just to earn a rep, but what good is it now? She said "Damn I just stopped to say Hi.... Bye" I was too deep for you from day one Thats why we never had relations, continued in my own zone Chorus: Gwen Dickey I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I wish on all the people who really dream And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done Verse 3: Jay-Z Uh huh, We used to play tap-tap for rap tracks Run, catch, and kiss in the back park until it got dark Wanted to be like the older fellas, sneak and drink old Chample Dangerous games we played on the third rail Fiend for the summer breeze Hopped out the Lee's Dungrares into the Hawaiian shorts, relying on sports to take us away from here, but I cut too much So I had a plan B used to rhyme with a brush My sinners used to back me up Like Doug E. Fresh and Ricky D., Eric, Mickey and Me All my niggas is you with me, each of ya'll Let's reach for the stars now... Jigga! Chorus: Gwen Dickey I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I wish on all the people who really dream And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done |
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Bounce.. bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all Check, check Yo, I'm makin short term goals, when the weather folds just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold Chilly with enough bail money to free a big willie High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly Shoppin sprees, copin three Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yes bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha 50 G's to the crap shooter, niggaz can't fade me Chrome socks beamin Through my perephreal I see ya schemin Stop dreamin, I leave your body steamin Niggaz is fiendin, what's the meanin? I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine-in {*brrrr*} My cup runneth, over with hundreds I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow The Don Juan DeMarco; swear to God, don't get it fucked up I'm takin out this time to give you a piece of my mind (cause you can't knock the hustle) Who do you think you are? Baby one day you'll be a star Last seen out of state where I drop my slang I'm deep in the South kickin up top game Bouncin on the highway switchin fo' lanes Screamin through the sunroof - money ain't a thang Your worst fear confirmed Me and my fam' roll tight like The Firm Gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn Why play with fire, burn We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm 'til legs spread like germs I got extensive hoes, with expensive clothes and I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows What y'all don't know? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustle But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy cause that's the way you're makin me feel (cause you can't knock the hustle) I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time to knock the hustle for real Yo, y'all niggaz lunchin, punchin the clock My function is to make much and lay back munchin Sippin Remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch Nothin to stop, un.. ..stoppable Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew I gotta, let you niggaz know the time like Movado My motto, stack rocks like Colorado Auto off the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me Slick like a gato, fuckin Jay-Z My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what Straight bananas; can a nigga, see me? Got the US Open, advantage Jigga Serve like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus Le Tigre, son you're too eager You ain't havin it? Good, me either Let's, get together and make this whole world believe us huh? At my arraignment, screamin all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even Thievin, as long as I'm breathin Can't knock the way a nigga eatin - fuck you even! I'm takin out this time to give you a piece of my mind Who do you think you are? Baby one day you'll be a star But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy cause that's the way you're makin me feel I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time to knock the hustle for real |
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[Jay-Z]
I keep it fresher than the next bitch no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch ..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed, you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me, you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me they conniving shit the first chance to crack the bank they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks and papayas, from the village to the tele time to kill it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot mmet your death in less than 8 seconds still poundin in my after life.. laugin my shit is tight you who askin right... Chorus: Aint no nigga like the one I got no one can fuck you betta sleeps around but he gives me alot keeps you in diamonds and leathers friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha tell the freaks to find a man of there own (man a they own, man a they own) [Jay-Z] Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks got you a beeper to feel important surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love you know these ho's be makin me weak yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in you can't change a players game in the 9th inning the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin so I run way the fuck up in em and wrinkle the face like linnin I play hard-eh till they say God.. he's keepin it real jigga stay hard lawd don't even trip I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel when you nigga play sick we can all get ill -whats the deal- Chorus [Jay-Z] Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie promise to stay monogamous, I try but love you know these ho's be makin me weak Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep [Foxy Brown] What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga so when you flip that coke remember them days you was dead broke but now your style and I raised you basically made you into a don flippin weight..heroin and shit you know my pussy is all that thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin on how I fuck the best a shit specially when Im flippin Baileys dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin in Armani sweaters before this rap shit when you was in letters and bullshit berattas and eek classes with mo in the glasses shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's now all your mens' up in your benz's high post, I swear you be killin me playin inside my pubic hairs I never worry bout them other chicks cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin that bitch I took a little when you was up north your comisary stay pilin how you livin large on the island all them collects have me vex but when you come home knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks now we on the rise your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit Fucks no, I see half the dough Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars Chorus |
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