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Yes! It's so crazy right now! Most incredibly, it's ya girl, Bee, It's ya boy, young. [Intro - Beyonce:] You ready? Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no [Intro - Jay Z] Yea, history in the making, Part 2, it's so crazy right now [Verse 1 - Beyonce] I look and stare so deep in your eyes, I touch on you more and more every time, When you leave I'm begging you not to go, Call your name two or three times in a row, Such a funny thing for me to try to explain, How I'm feeling and my pride is the one to blame. 'Cuz I know I don't understand, Just how your love your doing no one else can. [Chorus - Beyonce] Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's Got me looking so crazy right now (in love) Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch Got me looking so crazy right now (your touch) Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss Got me hoping you'll save me right now Looking so crazy in love's, Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love. Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no [Verse 2 - Beyonce] When I talk to my friends so quietly, Who he think he is? Look at what you did to me, Tennis shoes, don't even need to buy a new dress, If you ain't there ain't nobody else to impress, The way that you know what I thought I knew, It's the beat my heart skips when I'm with you, But I still don't understand, Just how the love your doing no one else can. [Chorus - Beyonce] Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's Got me looking so crazy right now (oh crazy) Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch (you're in love) Got me looking so crazy right now (love!) Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss (hey!) Got me hoping you'll save me right now Looking so crazy in love's, (hey) Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love. I'm Looking so crazy in love's, Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love. [Verse 3 - Jay Z (Beyonce)] Check it, let's go Young Hov y'all know when the flow is loco, Young B and the R-O-C, uh oh, (oh) Ol' G, big homie, the one and only, Stick bony, but the pocket is fat like Tony, Soprano, (oh no) The ROC handle like Van Axel, I shake phoneys man, You can't get next to, The genuine article I go I do not sing though, I sling though, If anything I bling yo, a star like Ringo, roll like ?? Crazy bring ya whole set, Jay Z in the range, crazy and deranged, They can't figure them out they like hey is he insane, (oh no) Yes sir I'm cut from a different cloth, My texture is the best fur, of chinchilla. (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no) Been dealing with chain smokers, But how you think I got the name Hova? (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no) I been realer the game's over, (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no) Fall back young, ever since the label changed over (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no no) to platinum the game's been wrap, One! [Bridge - Beyonce] Got me looking, so crazy, my baby I'm not myself, lately I'm foolish, I don't do this, I've been playing myself, baby I don't care 'Cuz your love's got the best of me, And baby you're making a fool of me, You got me sprung and I don't care who sees, 'Cuz baby you got me, you got me, so crazy baby HEY! [Chorus - Beyonce] Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's (oh love) Got me looking so crazy right now (lookin' crazy) Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch Got me looking so crazy right now Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss (baby) Got me hoping you'll save me right now (baby) Looking so crazy in love's, (whoa!) Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love. (whoa!) Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's Got me looking so crazy right now (your love) Got me looking so crazy right now, your touch Got me looking so crazy right now (your touch) Got me hoping you'll page me right now, your kiss Got me hoping you'll save me right now Looking so crazy in love's, Got me looking, got me looking so crazy in love.＂ (Crazy In Love (Feat. Jay-Z) - Beyonce Knowles) |
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[Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce Uhh, bounce, uhh.. Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C Sigel Sigel in the house [Beanie Sigel] Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer [Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house [Memphis Bleek] Still here, never left Still bust, I'm all that, still puff, beeeitch! [Jay-Z] Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Yeah Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga! .. hold up love Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us? Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso But in the meantime, call me William H. though On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach {*cycle whizzes by*} Y'all don't hear nuttin? Who that, Mac? [Beanie Sigel] Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin [Memphis Bleek] Who the FLUCK, want, what? Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla) Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!) Holla if you want drama with [Jay-Z] The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and.. Sigel [Beanie Sigel] Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me? Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees Me without a gun dawg, unlikely You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat' Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck) I run wild, gun high, L.A. style Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high Whether block shit or rock shit Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it Down South all bounce Crips gon' walk to it Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air [singer] Don't change the game for these folks Change the game like we supposed [Jay-Z] Sigel Sigel in the house [Beanie Sigel] Uh-huh, sick bastard Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer [singer] Don't change the game for these folks Change the game like we supposed [Jay-Z] Memph Bleek in the house [Memphis Bleek] Still here, never left Still bust, I'm all that, still puff, beeeitch! [singer] Don't change the game for these folks Change the game like we supposed [Jay-Z] Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga! I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov' One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya It's only one Roc La Familia Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin? Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh) Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter Please repeat after me - there's only one rule I WILL NOT, LOSE! |
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Let's go Hov! Uh huh, Hov' You, are, not, ready Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler] I just want you to know [Wanna let you know] It aint where I been [It aint where I been] But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!] Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you] But be who I am [you know you love me] And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems] You'll forget your man Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff [Verse 1] *When the Remi's in the system Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em That's what they be yellin I'm a pimp by blood, not relation Y'all be chasin, I replace them* Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E Can't keep her little model hands off me Both in the club, high, singing off key *And I wish I never met her at all...* It gets better, ordered another round It's, about, to go, down Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist' Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra Filth marked jeans, take that off Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff [Verse 2] Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage Let's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage You wanna see how far I'ma go How, much I'ma spend but you already know Zip, zero, stingy with dinero Might buy you Crist', but that about it Might light your wrist, but that about it Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down Get you bling like the Neptune sound Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov'] I just want you to know [Hov'] It aint where I been But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov'] Now I just wanna love you [young Hova] But be who I am [know you love me] And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems] You'll forget your man [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah, yeah Same song, I'm back, been around the world Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins Can't deny me, why would you want to You need me, why don't you try me Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'! Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff You gotta... Give it to me Uh, uh huh |
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[Jay-Z] Geah.. whassup? Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz Real niggaz, worldwide Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story We all ghetto B - here's mine Geah See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music Flow tight like I was born Jewish Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's Buick At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it My life is gettin too wild I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it Bout to lose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!" It's like '93, '94, bout the year that Big and Mag dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block like "Damn; I'ma be a failure" Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait! It gets worse, baby momma water burst Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be -- soon [Chorus: Jay-Z] This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us [Beanie Sigel] Chill dog Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another I'm thinkin damn; how my older sister gon' make me tougher When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog I come back in the afterlife Like fuck it I done touched hell twice; what's the meanin? [Chorus] [Scarface] Yeah.. uhh.. Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig' I got a phone call from one of my nigs Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids And when I heard that I just broke into tears And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars Lovin your kids just like you was ours And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours I just know that heaven'll open these doors And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company Who loves all and hates not one And one day you gon' be wit your son I could've rapped about my hard times on this song But heaven knows I woulda been wrong I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us This can't be life [Chorus] [Jay-Z] This can't be life.. |
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[Jay-Z] Sup ma? You want to roll with us, y'knowhatI'msayin? It's good, it's love, it's all love We got cases of Belvedere, we gon' play truth or dare We gon' really get to know one another All you gotta do is put your hair down, get your mind right Knahmean? I'm here for you, yo Relax yourself, let your conscience be free You now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C Ain't no place on the planet that you'd rather be but in the blue flame, bitch you're new to the game Cross over to the Roc, make yourself hot The topic of discussion in every nail shop It's a secret society, all we ask is trust and within a week, watch your arm freeze up Brassiere get right, A to a D cup Weave get tight, pedicure your feet up Ears get iced, gear get spiced From hoodrat to superstar, there's your life Fuck with Hova, he can take you out of your hell Say bye to Reebok, say hi to Chanel Say hi to Gucci, Prada as well Take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself [Chorus w/ singer] [J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right You gotta play your part when you're rollin with the R-O-C [J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me [J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat [J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family [Memphis Bleek] Yo, I'm young Memphis, used to play the apprentice Now I'm like the teacher, c'mere, let me teach ya how to play them benches, hold this work in your dentures How to play it cool when police come to pinch us Relax mami let the ?? flow Inhale the 'dro, exhale it slow I could teach you how to roll, teach you bout fly kicks Teach you how to keep your nose up out of my shit When the beeper goes off, please don't reach like you put a ring or spend cheese on Bleek Get your mind right baby, goin through mine crazy When I'm in the shower, *69 me crazy Track my last call, contact my broad with a bitch ?? had physical contact in the mall You got issues {*inhales*} problems you need to iron out I will, holla, for now you on time out [Chorus w/ singer and Snoop] You gotta play your part when you're rollin with the R-O-C [S] C'mon little mama, c'mon You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me [J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right [S] C'mon little mama, c'mon I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat [J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right [S] C'mon baby girl, c'mon And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family [J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right [S] C'mon little mama, c'mon [Snoop Dogg] P-I-M-P-ology I played you and you paid me Believe me when I tell you girl I know you a freak for fuckin with me, that ain't all you can be Just put your mind to it you can go real far I know times gettin hard on the boulevard They say, pimpin is dead; man, pimpin ain't dead These hoes just scared and they blind tryin and dyin to be lead But who's to lead 'em? Talk shit to 'em and beat 'em Get they mind right and feed 'em Now I don't need 'em (uh uh) but I can do that there Put on a three-piece suit and Shirley Temple my hair so I can, feel like a player when I walk in the place Got yo' bitch all on my line and now she up in my face Is this yo' bitch is that yo' bitch cause if she's not she mine She fallin fo' a nigga and I ain't even dropped a line [Chorus w/ Snoop] Get out my limelight bitch and get your mind right C'mon little mama, c'mon Get your mind right bitch, get your mind right C'mon baby girl, c'mon, c'mon You gotta play your part when you're rollin with the R-O-C [J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me [J] Get your mind right ma, get your mind right I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat [J] Got ta get your mind right baby, get your mind right And I need gangsta girls for my gangsta family [Jay-Z] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right Get your mind right ma, get your mind right huh? Got ta get your mind right baby, get your mind right |
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with William H. Holla [Jay-Z] The world's most infamous [Clue] The Holla family nigga [Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella Records, c'mon [Clue] Dynasty! New Jay-Z! Beanie Sigel! Stick to the script! [Jay-Z] We live money over bitches nigga stick to the script [Clue] Remember where you heard it first.. stupid! [Jay-Z] Cop, flip, we re-up; get back to the shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script [Clue] D.. J.. CLUE! [Jay-Z] YO, they call me William H. (H!) the all-time great (GREAT!) I fuck the most hoes out of New York State (STATE!) I rock my jewels (JEWELS) I'm not a fool (FOOL!) In the small of my back I got this big-ass tool (Ha hah!) When I'm skatin through the city and I stop and kick it Be the most asked question - how I got them digits? I say I stay on my grind, never stop for bitches Never talk like a mom, I gotta watch you snitches And I stick to the script, that's my advice so life Eat nigga, let it stick to your ribs I seen niggaz go from handlin birds to ramblin words to the man, seen a Sammy the Bull emerge on the stand And it was all good just a week ago We lost Todd E., but we still eatin though For like a hundred weeks nigga, we gon' run the streets til we reach Malik or the date of E's release Peep Hova in a Jeep Rover, passin reefer over to this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami Three, hymies under the belt, three extra clip We aim, we shoot; y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script C'mon! [Chorus: Jay-Z] Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script {*scratch* "You can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckers"} Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script {*scratch* "You in the streets nigga, make your moves"} {*scratch* "Y'all niggaz truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing"} [Beanie Sigel] Geah, uh-huh Yeah, money over bitches nigga {*scratch* "This Philly cat ba.. back at it"} Stick to the script, yo Aiyyo they don't call me Mac for nuttin I don't give a whore jack, man they all say that Mac be frontin But if you can't take a case bitch and take it to the chin take the heat, beat your feet bitch, skate in the wind Don't snitch, we can blow dough, make it again You can be my hoe bitch, I can't make you my friend because - friends depend on friends, not Bean Sigel's shit I don't need you; let welfare feed you Mac'll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip I got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks I got a sick flip game, order gettin and shit I got a strict strip, flip 'caine, get it in shifts Bitch, you can't get at me, shit I get at you only in the physical, I tell you like Mystikal "Shake that ass (yeah) watch yourself (Yeah) show me what you workin with but wash yourself" Fuck a dirty bitch (yeah) man I roll with a sturdy click that'll murder shit, empty clips you never heard a spit Slide a bitch what? Slide a bitch shit Slide a bitch dick, then I slide out a bitch shit Ain't no time to stick around and play step pops Shit I'm tryin to get down, cop and upset blocks Low price, quick flip, 2-8-K quick Shit don't go right, 2 AK's spit - stick to the script nigga [Chorus] Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script .. Money over bitches nigga stick to the script We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift Money over bitches nigga stick to the script Y'all get knocked, y'all turn bitch We get knocked, we never snitch, c'mon |
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Jay-Z] Told y'all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me? Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh Memph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya heard? It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe? Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella Remember me? The teachers used to fail us Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas Oh please feel us - we heat holders Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us The plot thickens, the block clickin We got the game tied up, stop trippin Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan The fire I spit burn down Happyland Social Club, we unapproachable thugs Non-social, gone postal Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast like a Don's supposed to, Shawn I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals Don't make me take it to the old school I put holes through your hoes too through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you Fuck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek.. [Memphis Bleek] Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them? You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga No obituary, I get it critical You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket When it's hot, I'm blastin, it's the Roc, you bastards Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon Spit acid, c'mon Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in Niggaz wanna front and get jumped Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump Nigga, we are, the supreme squad You can dream hard but reality is we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads puff the green raw, we as real as it get We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh? Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap [Beanie Sigel] R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop From tower to mind pop, I move out stop Shower your mind block, move out with glocks Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up Competition, linin 'em up Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime 'em up You want, drama what? Well silence it up Since a young buck, violent as fuck Wettin me dog, the high will do it; I used to wild off embalmin fluid I send niggaz to the trauma unit Forty-five or the nine'll do it I fuck around and have your moms go through it - I'm a beast! Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit when they motherfuckin peeps hit But I don't cease nuttin, I decease som'un I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y'all Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right [Amil] Go to the A to the M-I, semi(??)ness So then it's M-I(??), leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi Am I, gon' run or stay, can I get away no you can't can't I surrendi? And I, lady fly, the Mercedes high In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di [Jay-Z] Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh |
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Jay-Z] I thought this was America people! Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh? That's how we workin huh? Okay Before me there was many; after me there will be none I am the one Uh-huh, okay, I see how we playin Yeah, I get it down - anxiously the public can't wait Niggaz had to have it way before it's release date Jigga get irate, press get it fucked up Took me one point eight but I had to get it straight Get the CD, twelve inch vinyl, get the tape Jigga give out food for thought dog, get a plate I get it down, get it krunk when I get in the state of mind that what's mine is mine, nobody get to take I don't bend, break, fold, scratch, go down My mental rolodex see these words? I just don't know I know stress, drama, niggaz upsettin my mama Arrested, put in the lineup, tryin to put dents in my armor But I'm a survivor, plus I'm liver than most Out on bail, fifty thou', still ridin with toast I ain't tryin to collide with folk, but I don't want folk takin Jigga for joke I guess you niggaz just woke - good morning! [Chorus - R. Kelly] You can't touch me, no you can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Try to charge me but I'm not guilty I got, all, my mamis I've got all of my mamis Tell me, what you, want from me Tell me.. what y'all want from me? I'm not guilty [Jay-Z] I see how you comin at me now, I'm cool I'm not the snitch I don't go to the cops to get rich .. I go to the block and pitch I go with the glock and click, I go with the pop I'm sick I go with you hard; I ain't gon' stop for shit Look in my eyes dog, right in my pupils If I'm your rival, why would I have to do you? Press try to throw dirt on my name, disturbin my game Seemed happy when they heard he was arraigned, glad he's indichted Got big money, big lawyers to fight it Just like Cochran, cocksuckers you never see me boxed in Y'all all knnow it, Jigga's a fighter Plus I'm clausterphobic, back on the streets before you know it And my word niggaz, I heard you niggaz I'm address each and every one of you cocksuckers Fuck the white press, the block love us, hip-hop forever B.I.G. is here, the soul of Tupac hovers - above us [Chorus - R. Kelly] You can't touch me, no you can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Try to charge me but I'm not guilty I got, all, my mamis I've got all of my mamis Tell me, what you, want from me Tell me.. (I am the one) What you want from me? Not guilty [Jay-Z] Uhh, okay, you on my radar, I got you too bitch Got lame bitches tryin to fuck with my case Same lame bitch I bust in her face Honey just mad I got her fuckin replaced Plus a birthday pass without me even touchin my safe But I ain't gon' lie, the head was sick But what we need to do, is put that mouth on a betta bitch You heart the rhetorhic, Jigga hit me over the head with a champagne bottle at the bar, can he buy me a car? Naw, how do y'all equate your pain Would it all go away if I bought you a Range? I got one or two of those, nothin gon' change For nothin else, you gotta live with yourself Try and lie on Hov' cause I ride on the road in what, most would describe as a Rolls NO, that's that Continental T The only car that fit intercontinental me, not guilty [Chorus - R. Kelly] You can't touch me, no you can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty And you wanna charge me, when I'm not guilty I got, all, my mamis (I am the one) I've got all of my mamis Tell me, what you, want from me Tell me.. what you want from me? Not guilty [Jay-Z] I, am, the, one [R] Y'all, cats, can't touch me Holla! [R. Kelly] So you can't touch me nigga, you can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Said Jigga, Kelly, not guilty I got, all, my mamis And I got, all my, mamis Tell me, what you, want from me I don't, know why, y'all can't see that Y'all, cats, can't touch me Y'all, dudes, can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Jigga, Kelly, not guilty I got, all, my mamis I got, all my, mamis Tell me, what you, want from me So tell me, what you, want from me Y'all, cats, can't touch me Y'all, niggaz, can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty Jigga, Kelly, not guilty I got, all, my mamis And I got, all my, mamis Tell me, what you, want from me So tell me, what you, want from me Y'all, cats, can't touch me Jigga, Kelly, not guilty I got, all, my mamis Tell me, what you, want from me Y'all, cats, can't touch me |
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[Jay-Z] Yeh, it's that knock right here You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system your shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*} Big thangs, thick chains, ain't shit changed Get brain in the four-dot-six Range Shit mayn, switch lanes Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine I givin 'em whiplash when I'm whippin the whip fast Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed Continental T's, no tense like I got a thick stab Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny Six-four switches, slam doors on 6's Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard They have contests to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad Spin away, spend a day tryin to pull menage Just Mac (??) God, the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless Run lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers 'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous Standin in the Azure with white air forces [Chorus: sung] You can catch me in the parkin lot Hollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin' Everyday we be off the chains Workin with grain, sittin on them thangs Tryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at) So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back) Everyday we be off the chains Ain't nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin' [Beanie Sigel] Holla at me mami! Sigel.. You can catch Mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazy S-5, Navy 'Cedes, sittin on 80 That's four dubs, not S-4 dub Stash box, push out Will like Matchbox Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box 160, push my wheel, mash cops Cause 160 took my wheel to cash drop Run 60, you Big Will, match cop Lookin through the rearview and Mac was wylin New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column Pushin somethin stolen, blastin, picture me rollin Baghdad, couldn't picture me ?? Now the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin I'm the truth til my fuckin roof missin Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons Feathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen [Chorus] [Memphis Bleek] Yo, aiyyo I dip dip dive, what can I say? I can't fit 'em all inside the Escalade So I pulled up, murder to further my parkin lot pimpin Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand Car movin slow, driven by the invisible man Everything on the dash, digital and I got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man In the parkin lot, where I spark a lot I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks Bleek, turn up the beats.. .. turn up the heat then we burn up the streets, bitch! [Chorus 2X] |
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Uh huh Is y'all ready? Is y'all ready?? HOOK 2X: Holla! If you real and you know you a G Holla! Deep in these streets when you pumpin that D Holla! Be in your hood screamin fuck police Holla! You keep a gun and you bust for beef [Verse 1] Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style But dogg, I'm on the block with that coke and a smile I still got the crack heads I.D. And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth I still take cabs to that capsule spot For them 31 illusions and them purple tops And the game aint change, niggas is taught different I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana You can't deny it, I'm in hoods like Tom Warner Beat cop, take away, I keep my shit They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get And you snitch ass niggas wanna peep my shit But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get HOOK [Verse 2] See what this game made, and *of age I came* And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game *I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again* I don't need no applaud, to clap again Let alone, no award, from rap to win Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine lime-a Cut your hand off if you fuckin with my product That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift We all know fucked up money don't pay rent You short with my ones, you short one thumb You can't, come up short where the fuck I'm from We got, dues to pay, new tools to spray Who's to say, Bleek won't make news today You know the ooze'll spray if you refuse to pay And I move the yae nigga day by day HOOK |
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[Beanie Sigel] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy What's the problem shorty? [Shorty] Yeah whattup man I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man I'm tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me [Beanie Sigel] Alright; hold on - Hova, line one [Jay-Z] Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it You find a dude in town, you send him a short message Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around but I got some soft white that's sure to come back brown I get that butter all night cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a bike They keep buyin hard white And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price FYI, I never been robbed in my life" Or -- you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib and let her introduce you 'round town like her man Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent then -- before they look up you sellin the town cook-up Or -- gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shit Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them Still there Brooklyn? [Shorty] Yeah yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one [Jay-Z] Make out a check for eight hundred dollars Jigga Man, holla {*click*, *dial tone*} [Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy [Chris] Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog [Beans] Whattup? [Chris] I'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game The niggaz takin too long with that advance money and shit [Beans] Yeah [Chris] Talkin 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills [Beans] Yeah I feel that [Chris] I know you well connected dog Let me holla at somebody real [Beans] Aight look, I got the perfect person for you, hold on Bleek, line two [Memphis Bleek] Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the word I ain't got time for a sentence all that shit is absurd You find a strip first, if you don't cook find a bitch first If you don't hustle find a nigga who pitch first You new in town, no red and blue in town, there's gangs Don't get fresh, let 'em know you small change The strong move quiet, the weak start riots We know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties til they tired With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish and other niggaz who gettin it - DEAD IT Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse He resists, box him in, til he can't be moved Here's the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic 900-Hustler, you pass it around Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out {*click*, *dial tone*} [Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your dog What seem to be the problem young boy? [MDKHN] Yo whattup, this Murder Def Kill Homicide Nigga (??) I got two freaks [Beans] Yo watch your fuckin mouth man [MDKHN] Fuck you mean watch my mouth nigga? Been on hold for about two hours nigga [Beans] I don't give a fuck how long you been on the line; shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, hold on {*click*, *classical type music plays*} [MDKHN] I know this nigga ain't just put.. put me on hold man This bullshit-ass elevator music [Beans] Free, pick up line five [Free] First things first, watch what you say out your mouth when you talkin on the phone to hus-tlers Never play the house, stink 'dro, keep weed in the couch when you sittin in the presence of cus-tomers Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out if a nigga ever think that he touchin-ya Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (hoe!) Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!) You stoppin dough when we clutchin the gats? I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from that Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he like Young, Jon Benet doin a mission tonight and yo until you up stay away from them dice and whores Three smuts, two streaks and a dyke can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure And if it's tight, then he might come back for more Nine and four, everyday back and forth Winter to summer, 1-900-Hustler Pass the number til you're stackin balls Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package more I take cash or write the check out to F-R two E's, that'll be two G's And forget my money I'm comin for all your ki's, nigga {*click*, *dial tone*} [Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy dog [MDKHN] Yo whattup young, you put me on hold earlier man what happened [Beans] Yeah you stupid motherfucker {MDKHN: Watch your mouth man} you talkin all reckless on the phone [Beans] Fuck you think this the, Get-Indicted-Hotline or somethin motherfucker? [MDKHN] Yo, my bad man, my bad I know I was talkin reckless earlier about them two chickens You get it, you know, two chickens? But listen [Beans] What? [MDKHN] Just tell me how to move this shit man I'm pushin hardly half a wing back nigga, holla [Beans] Get a job, holla at Perdue! {*click*, *dial tone*} |
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Nah motherfucker
Ge-ge-geah-geah Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah Yeah, yeah, yeah [Beanie Sigel] We be the R,O,C .. y'all get your dope from us We runs the R,O,C.. yeah, keep up niggaz, c'mon Aiyyo you niggaz talk a lot of nuthin, like you always God or sumthin Like you always shot at sumthin, niggaz never shot at nuthin Like you shotty sumthin, like you body sumthin nigga your body duckin is nuthin you're bluffin You niggaz talk shit like you draw quick but when the 4's grip, I floor quick; you, your man, your bullshit Your man bullshit? Might get him four quick All up in his fore shit; c'mon, stop the bullshit It's B Sig dog, straight in da league y'all Straight out da school yard Hoover, I schooled y'all Now school's out, lights out tools out You fools out c'mon y'all pick a new route while I pick the new flow, kick it to your new ho' to get next to your new dough Your new crack spot you know Mac steal crack to crack pot niggaz know I spit on every track hot [Chorus: repeat 2X] It's the R, O, C, stop From Tower to ma'n'pop we move out the stop R,O,C, stop We shower your mom block and move out with glocks [Memphis Bleek] Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my G's Yo yo Aiyyo, this for my G's, hoes, gangstas, foes niggaz who get dough rep for get lo I got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks) eights (eights) bank (bank) bitch act straight I'm hot son [Beans] Stop son they livin a lie duke You plot son I pop one still in the sky duke M to the A to the R-C-Y duke niggaz die here can't nothin revive you I'm still here niggaz see what I drive through Sittin on dubs with screens inside too I'm simply street, I'm Memphis Bleek Catch me with them green jars in the tinted jeep On, B-L-A-D's I get C-L-A-P's Catch me not givin a fuck I'm on these LA Trees One for Sigel Sigel, two for the Jigga and Three for Amil-lion and four for Memph Man [Chorus] [Beanie Sigel] Aiyyo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that And Mac with this mac .. and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at Where your apartment at You fuck around and have me creepin in the dark where you be often at or where you be.. creepin at Where your birds be.. shh Oops mean (chirpin at) damn I'm hurtin that Workin that spittin that shit like that's on purpose That's, some freestyle shit, I don't know Hey playboy take that back a bit Yo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that and Mac with this mac .. and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at Where your apartment at You fuck around have me creepin in the dark where you be often at or where you be.. creepin at, sleepin at Where your birds be, cheepin at Oops mean chirpin that, damn I be workin that Hurtin that, aiyyo playboy (?) that [Chorus] [Outro] R,O,C, stop R,O,C.. mom block and move out with glocks Uhh uhh, geah, uh-huh-uh-uh Uh-huh-uh-uh, y'all can't fuck with us Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us [*fades out |
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[Jay-Z] Mmm, you don't understand now be..cause you're cryin, and you hurt You'll understand soon enough.. soon enough [Singer overlaps Jay-Z] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand [Jay-Z] You're my best friend's sister, grown woman and all But you see how I am around girls; I ruin 'em all Plus your mom call me son, around you since I was small Shit I watched you mature - nah, this ain't right But still when your boyfriend ditched you, life's a bitch you cried Over my right shoulder I told you to wipe your eyes Take your time when you likin a guy Cause if he sense that your feelings too intense, it's pimp or die I bought you earrings on your birthday Drove you to college your first day It must be sad, though it hurts to say We could never be a item, don't even like him You deserve better - this is ugly; Gina, please don't love me There's better guys out there other than me {You need a lawyer or a doctor or somebody like that you know} Like a lawyer or a doctor with a Ph.D Think of how upset your mother and brother would be if they found that you was huggin me My conscience is fuckin with me [Singer] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand [Jay-Z] Man, I look in the eyes of a.. this.. a kid that stole life and me together.. We're tryin, really tryin to make it work I'm young, and I ain't ready, and I told you [Singer overlaps Jay-Z] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand [Jay-Z] It ain't like, I ain't tell you from day one, I ain't shit When it comes to relationships, I don't have the patience Now it's too late, we got a little life together and in my mind I really want you to be my wife forever But in the physical it's like I'ma be trife forever A different girl every night forever; told you to leave but you're stubborn and you love him and, no matter what despite all the fuckin and the cheatin, you still won't leave him, now you're grievin And I feel bad, believe me But I'm young and I ain't ready, and this ain't easy Wasn't fair to tell you to wait, so I told you to skate You chose not to, now look at the shit we gotta go through Doin a fight, throw in a fuss, you the mother of my baby I don't want you to hate me, this is about us Rather me; I ain't ready to be what you want me to be Because I love you, I want you to leave, please [Singer] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand [Jay-Z] Mm... listen ma I mean, I seen you workin two or three jobs Daddy left... I I thought I was makin things better I made it worse [Singer overlaps Jay-Z] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand [Jay-Z] Dear ma, I'm in the cell, lonely as hell Writin this scribe, thinkin bout how you must feel inside You tried to teach me better, but I refused to grow God damn I ain't the young man that you used to know You said the street claim lives, but I wanted things like bling bling ice I was wrong in hindsight Shit we grew apart, try to blame it on your new spouse I know it hurt like hell the day you kicked me out But your house is your house, I ain't respect the rules I brought crack past your door, beefed with rival crews And who wants to be the mother of a son who sold drugs Co-workers saw me on the corner slingin Larry Love Meanwhile, you workin hard like, two or three jobs Tryin to feed me and my siblings, makin an honest livin Who am I kiddin I, call myself easin the load I made the load heavy, I need money for commissary Try to understand, please [Singer - repeat all 6X until fade] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll un-der-stand |
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| 3:50 |
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William H. niggas Holla, yeah, yo HOOK: That's why I, squeeze first ask quesions last That's how most of these so called gangstas pass I, squeeze first ask questions last Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin today [JIGGA] Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down When I greet ya, meet ya with pound Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake The kind that put land over your face I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya I move light, like my shoes too tight Leave niggas confused from the day to the night At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin I keep cash 'case cops arrest me 'case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent If not, you somebody up close to sin Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke And y'all choke motherfuckers HOOK [JIGGA] I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke And y'all choke niggas HOOK [JIGGA] Y'all don't understand I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke Y'all choke niggas HOOK [JIGGA] See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard I'm a player for real, I post and pivot Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit Where the demons live, shit my scene is vivid Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta this verse It's about to get so obscene in a minute I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child fuck it Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis Shit it was either that or be livin wit Elvis Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama Told her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day And before she could say Jay... I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality Men gotta do men things for men salary Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me Ahh shit man... Young Hova ya heard? Who could fuck wit him? |
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[Beanie Sigel] Damn how am I gonna say this shit? hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap I remember being kicked out the house 'cause I looked just like you Said I'd be nothing but a crook just like you The niggaz in the hood was shook Where the just like you 'Cause all they said was little whitey look I'm just like you But dog I can't see it at all, shit We never kicked it at all We never pitched or kicked at a ball dog, you never taught me shit how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat none of that sorts of shit Nigga you was an abusive pops fuck you left me out to dry, stuck gotta teach news to box gotta teach news to bop and that aint the half of it man I gotta teach news to block It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down) sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons how they grew to be men and father they sons father they daughters nigga, you left a fatherless daughter I never follow your orders nigga you make me sick pussy you could....ooh how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9 put it in my palm when I was young and said that would be mine, you turned me out the reason why I hit the block reason why I tried to hit them cops reason why I started hittin shots reason why I started gettin licked and drinkin syrup and skippin court ginger bread man never think of gettin caught look at your hand man damn you fought nigga you left my mom left us with no good-bye's you left us out to dry you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies no digits numbers was unlisted you left us with some of my loneliest night nigga some of my hungriest nights shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin) damn we used to think money was white yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps and to think you was my pop, man i gotta stop shit chorus: (Beanie Sigel) dad where have you been (and when you come home you got us here all along) mommy where daddy went (you always take up for him always said you'd make up for him) mommy what happened then (what was you cheatin on him why he was always beatin on you?) daddy where have you been? (nigga, you gonna hear me out) [Jay-Z] I wanted to walk just like him (remember?) wanted to talk just like him (word) often momma said I look too much and I thought just like him (it could happen) wanted to drink Miller nips and smoke Newports just like you but you left me, now I'm goin to court just like you I would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away" bullshit, do you even remember December's my birthday? do you even remember the tender boy you turned into a cold young man with one goal and one plan get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one always short with the income always late with the rent You said that you was comin through I would stay in the hallway (waitin) always playin the bench (waitin) and that day came and went Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again will never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me? Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly? Mommy why is your eyes puffy?" please don't cry everything'll be alright I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light It's us against the world we don't need him, right? (right) mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah) I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now we doin real good we don't miss you now see how life twists around? (fucka!) chorus |
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