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Allow me to re-introduce myself, My name is HOV
H to the O-V, I used to move snowflakes by the O.Z., I guess even back then you can call me, C.E.O of the R.O.C HOV, Fresh out the frying pan into the fire, I be the, music biz number 1 supplier Flier than a piece or paper bearing my name, Got the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain, thats right HOV Not D.O.C, similar to the letters no one can do it better I check cheddar like a food inspector, My homie Strip told me dude finish yo breakfast, So thats what I'ma do take u back to the dude with the Lexus fast forward the jewels and the necklace, Let me tell u dudes what i do to protect this, Shoot at u actors like movie directors (Ha-Ha This aint a movie dog) Now before i finish let me just say i did not come here to show out, I did not come here to impress you because tell u the truth when i leave here I'm GONE and i dont care what u think about me but just remember when it hits the fan brother whether its next year, ten years, twenty years from now you'll never be able to say that these brothers lied to you JACK. (Jay-Z) Ving aint lie, I done came thru the block in everything thats fly, I'm like Che Guevera wit bling on, I'm complex. I never claim to have wings on, nigga I get mine By any means on wheneva there's a drought get yo umbrellas out because thats when i brainstorm, U can blame Sean but i aint invent the game, I just rolled the dice trying to get some change, And i do it twice aint no sense of me lying as if I am a different man, And i can blame my enviroment but there aint no reason why i be buying expensive chains. I hope you dont think user are the only abusers niggas gettin high within the game. If you do then how would u explain I'm ten years a move, still the vibe is in my veins. I gotta hustler spirit, nigga period. Check at my hat yo peep the way i wear it, Check at my swag yo i walk like a ball player, No matter where u go u are what u are player, And u can try to change but thats just the top layer, Man u was who u was before u got here, Only GOD can judge me so I'm gone, Either love me or leave me alone. Now back to our regular scheduled program. (Le Album Noir) The Black Album. |
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[Intro - Rihanna]
Feel it comin' in the air And the screams from everywhere I'm addicted to the care It's a dangerous love affair Can't be scared when it goes down Got a problem, tell me now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight... Is who's gonna run this town tonight... We gonna run this town [Verse 1 - Jay-Z] We are Yeah I said it We are This is Roc Nation Pledge your allegiance Get y'all black tees on All black everything Black cards, black cars All black everything And our girls are blackbirds Ridin' with they dillingers I'd get more in depth If you boys really real enough This is la familia I'll explain later But for now let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and i'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah i'm talkin' five comma six zeros dot zero Here it go... Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas Now we squared up Hold up [Chorus - Rihanna] Life's a game but it's not fair I break the rules so I don't care So I keep doin' my own thing Walkin' tall against the rain Victory's within the mile Almost there, don't give up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy (Is who's gonna run this town tonight) Hey-hey-hey-heyyy [Verse 2 - Jay-Z] We are Yeah I said it We are You can call me Cesar In a dark Czar Please follow the leader So Eric B. we are Microphone fiend It's the return of the god Peace god... (Auh! Auh!) And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Mason (Ah!) Martin Margiela On the tape we're screamin' Fuck the other side, they jealous We got a bankhead full of broads(?) They got a table full of fellas... (?) And they ain't spending no cake They should throw they hand in 'Cause they ain't got no spades... My whole team got dough So my bankhead is lookin' like millionaire's 'fro [Chorus - Rihanna] Life's a game but it's not fair I break the rules so I don't care So I keep doin' my own thing Walkin' tall against the rain Victory's within the mile Almost there, don't give up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy (Is who's gonna run this town tonight) Hey-hey-hey-heyyy [Verse 3 - Kanye West] It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow To everybody on your dick, no homo I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos Next time I'm in church, please no photos Police escorts Everybody passports This the life that everybody ask for This a fast life We are on a crash course What you think I rap for To push a fucking Rav-4? But I know that if I stay stun-ting All these girls only gonna want one thing I could spend my whole life good will hun-ting Only good gon' come is as good when I'm cumm-ing She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string And up top, unh... Two bee stings And I'm beasting Off the riesling And my nigga just made it out the precinct We give a damn about the drama that you do bring I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood wing Reebok Baby You need to drop some new things Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings? What's that 'Ye? Baby, these heels Is that a may? What?! Baby, these wheels You trippin' when you ain't sippin' Have a refill You feelin' like you runnin', huh? Now you know how we feel [Outro - Rihanna] We gonna run this town tonight! [Outro - Jay-Z] Wassup! |
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[talking]
Uhh uhh uhh. You ready B? Let's go get 'em.. [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Look for me! Young, B Cruisin down the westside - high, way Doing what we like to do - our, way Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason all of my dates been blind dates But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's trippy how hard She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney Only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City" She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over She's right back to being my soldier Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller Put us together, how they gon' stop both us? What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B [Chorus] [Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend. [Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend. [Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend. [Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend. [Verse 2: Jay-Z] The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin It won't be that; oh no it won't be that I don't be at, places where we comfy at With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is But girlfriend, work with the kid I keep you workin' at Hermes, Birkin Bag Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens 600 drops, Mercedes Benz The only time you wear Burberry to swim And I don't have to worry, only worry is him She do anything necessary for him And I do anything necessary for her so don't let the necessary occur, yep! [Chorus] [Beyonce] (Talk to 'em B) If I was your girlfriend I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you Even if that sombody's me Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em) Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be And so I put this on my life Nobody or nothing will ever come between us And I promise I'll give my life my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend Put this on my life The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in I promise I'll give my life my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend [Chorus] |
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Thank you, thank you, thank you, you´re far too kind
[Chorus] Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y´all to roar Now what the hell are you waitin for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise [Verse One] Who you know fresher than Hov´? Riddle me that The rest of y´all know where I´m lyrically at Can´t none of y´all mirror me back Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime I´m, young H.O., rap´s Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread Amen, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openin, grand closin God damn man Hov´ cracked the can open again Who you gon´ find doper than him with no pen just draw off inspiration Soon you gon´ see you can´t replace him with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS [Chorus - 1/2] {What the hell are you waiting forrrr?} [Verse Two] [sighs] Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) As fate would have it, Jay´s status appears to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5 It ain´t to play games witchu It´s to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I´m blowin you to smithereeens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muh´fucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, ´til your lungs get sore [Interlude] OWWWW! It´s star time This man is MADE! He´s KILLIN all y´all jive turkeys Do y´all want more of the Jigga man? Well if y´all want more of the Jigga man Then I need y´all to help me, bring him back to stage Say Hova, c´mon say it! HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y´all out there? [crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"] Are y´all out there? C´mon, louder! Yeah, now see that´s what I´m talkin bout They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga! [Jay-Z] I like the way this one feel It´s so muh´fuckin soulful man! (Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh) Yeah [crowd still chanting] okay [Verse Three] So this here is the victory lap Then I´m lea-vin, that´s how you get me back After a year of them 16´s, it´s one point two And that´s two point four, and I´m only doin two You wanted to gain attention new dudes I can get you BET and TRL too You wanna be in the public, send your budget Well fuck it, I ain´t budgin! Young did it to death, you gotta love it Record companies told me I couldn´t cut it Now look at me, all star-studded Golfer above par like I putted All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous How sick is this? You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust Send Hip a grip, then you got´ spit A little somethin like this, WOO! {What the hell are you waiting forrrr?} [piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly] |
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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, ain't 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 off Crist', mami 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 Chloe 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 Mama, 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 karats 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's soul 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' in Dublin 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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Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing...
[girls singing] H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A... Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...HOVE! Thanks for comin' out tonight You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me I appreciate that...uuunnnh... H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was herbin' em in the home of the Terrapins Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me Therefore he doesn't exist So poof...vamoose son of a bitch [CHORUS] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP! Holla at me... I do this for my culture To let 'em know what a nigga look like...when a nigga in a roaster Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures Industry shady it need to be taken over Label owners hate me I'm raisin' the status quo up I'm overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks [CHORUS] Yeah... Hove is back, life stories told through rap Niggaz actin' like I sold you crack Like I told you sell drugs...no... Hove did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats Smokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law So you know I seen it all before I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two things I hate Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A What else can I say about dude, I gets bizzay [CHORUS] [girls singing] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A... [4x to fade out] |
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| 4:16 |
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[Chorus]
Only rapper to re-write history without a pen No ID on the track let the story begin, begin, begin [Verse 1] This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone, This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain't politically correct This might offend my political connects My raps don't have melodies This should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies Get your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn I know we facing a recession But the music y'all making going make it the great depression All y'all lack aggression Put your skirt back down, grow a set man Nigga this shit violent This is death of autotune, moment of silence [Chorus] [Verse 2] This ain't a number one record This is practically assault with a deadly weapon I made it just for Flex and... ... Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened Stop your bloodclot crying The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas' jeans too tight You colors too bright, your voice too light I might wear black for a year straight I might bring back Versace shades This ain't for z100 Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 1 hundred This is for Hot 97 This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in Nigga this shit violent Death of autotune, moment of silence [Chorus] [Verse 3] This shit need a verse from Jeezy I might send this to the mixtape Weezy Get somebody from BMF to talk on this Give this to a blood, let a crip walk on it Fifty thou' to style on this I just don't need nobody to smile on this You niggas singing too much Get back to rap you t-paining too much I'm a multi-millionaire So how is it I'm still the hardest here I don't be in the project hallway talking about how I be in the project all day That sound stupid to me If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me Nigga just get violent This is death of autotune moment of silence |
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| 3:56 |
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If your havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain´t one [Verse One] I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket´s closed Rap critics that say he´s "Money Cash Hoes" I´m from the hood stupid what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in your zapatos You´d celebrate the minute you was havin doe I´m like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole If you don´t like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don´t play they show They don´t play my hits well I don´t give a shit SO Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers I don´t know what you take me as or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has I´m from rags to ritches niggas I ain´t dumb I got 99 problems but a bitch ain´t one Hit me [Chorus] 99 Problems but a bitch ain´t one If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain´t one Hit me [Verse Two] The year is ´94 and in my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law I got two choices yall pull over the car or Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor Now I ain´t tryin to see no highway chase with jake Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case So i...pull over to the side of the road And I heard "Son do you know why i´m stoppin you for?" Cause i´m young and i´m black and my hats real low Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don´t know Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo? "Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four" "Liscense and regestration and step out of the car" "Are you carryin a weapon on you I know alot of you are" I ain´t steppin out of shit all my papers legit "Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?" Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back And I know my rights so you gon´ need a warrent for that "Aren´t you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?" "Or somebody important or somethin?" Nah I ain´t pass the bar but I know a little bit Enough that you won´t illegally search my shit "Well we´ll see how smart you are when the K-9´s come" I got 99 problems but a bitch ain´t one Hit me [Chorus X2] [Verse Three] Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform You know the type loud as a motor bike But wouldn´t bust a grape in a fruit fight The only thing that´s gonna happen is i´mma get to clappin He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain And there I go traped in the kit kat again Back through the system with the riff raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin again Paparatzi´s with they cameras snappin them D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again Half-a-mil for bail cause i´m African >All because ths fool was harrassin them Tryin to play the boy like you sack your friend But ain´t nothin sweet ´bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems but this bitch ain´t one Hit me [Chorus X3] You´re crazy for this one Rick It´s your boy |
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| 4:37 |
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[Jay-Z]
yeah Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn. Now I'm down in Tribeca. Right next to DeNiro But I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra And since I made it here I can make it anywhere (Yeah they love me everywhere) I used to cop in Harlem All of my Dominicanos (Hey yo) Right there off of Broadway Brought me back to that McDonalds Took it to my stash spot 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen like Simmons whipping Pastry Cruising down 8th street Off-white Lexus Driving so slow (but BK, it's from Texas!!) Me I'm out that BedStuy Home of that boy Biggie now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ta-ta Still sipping Mai Tais Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high-5 N**ga, I be Spiked out I could trip a referee ...tell by my attitude that I'm MOST DEFINITELY FROM... [Alicia Keys] New York!!!! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, There's nothing you can�t do, Now you're in New York!!! These streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you, Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York [Jay-Z] I made you hot n-gga, Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game, sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can, you should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho, but I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though, welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks, Afrika bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop, yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back, for foreigners it ain't fitted act like they forgot how to act, 8 million stories out there and they're naked, city it's a pity half of y�all won�t make it, me I gotta plug a special and I got it made, If Jeezy's payin LeBron, I�m paying Dwayne Wade, 3 dice cee-lo 3 card marley, Labor Day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley, Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade, long live the king yo, I�m from the Empire State thats� [Alicia Keys] In New York!!!! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, There's nothing you can�t do, Now you're in New York!!! These streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you, Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York Welcome to the bright light.. [Jay-Z] Lights is blinding, girls need blinders so they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is blind with casualties, who sip the lite casually, then gradually become worse, don�t bite the apple Eve, caught up in the in crowd, now you're in-style, and in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out, the city of sin is a pity on a whim. good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them, Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out, everybody ride her, just like a bus route, Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin, and Jesus can�t save you life starts when the church ends, came here for school, graduated to the high life, ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight, MDMA got you feeling like a champion, the city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien [Alicia Keys] New York!!!! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, There's nothing you can�t do, Now you're in New York!!! These streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you, Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York [Alicia Keys] One hand in the air for the big city, Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty, no place in the World that can compare, Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh come on, come, yeah, [Alicia Keys] New York!!!! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of, There's nothing you can�t do, Now you're in New York!!! These streets will make you feel brand new, the lights will inspire you, Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York [End] |
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| 4:03 |
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Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
[Verse Three] [Chorus Chorus Two] No chrome on the wheels, I´m a grown-up for real I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling Now fifty-two bars come it, now you feel ´em But like, fifty-two cards when I´m, I´m through dealin Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers´ll test ya Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover Your homey Hov´ in position, in the kitchen with soda [Verse Two] You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder [Chorus Two] [Chorus] I can run it back nigga cause I´m straight with the Roc Like a running back, get it man, I´m straight off the block Nigga London, Japan and I´m straight off the block Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I´m makin All the ballers is bouncin they like the way I be leanin Stab the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin Middle finger to the LAW, nigga grip I´m a boss Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche I probably owe it to y´all, proud to be locked by the force [Verse One] Get, that, dirt off your shoulder Niggaz is crazy baby, don´t forget that boy told you Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off If you feelin like a gimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off [Chorus: Jay-Z] I got you, yeah Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga Turn the music up in the headphones You´re now tuned into the muh´fuckin greatest Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that ´Bach I´m the realest that run it, I just happen to rap I ain´t gotta clap at ´em, niggaz scared of that black I drop that Black, Album then I back, out it As the best rapper alive nigga aks´ about me From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys The O´s to opposite, Orphan Annie You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a day I´m like a young Marvin in his hey´ I´m a hustler homey, you a customer crony Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me? [Chorus Chorus Two] You´re now tuned into the muh´fuckin greatest Best rapper alive, best rapper alive |
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Take the baseline out...uh huh
Jigga..uh huh uh huh uh huh Annie Sample: It's the hard knock life for us (uh-huh) It's the hard knock life for us Stead of treated...we get tricked Stead of kisses...we get kicked It's the hard knock life!! Verse 1: From standing on the corners boppin... To driving some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen... For dropping some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard... From the dope spot...where the smoke lock Fleeing the murder scene...you know me well From nightmares of a lonely cell...my only hell But since when ya'll niggas know me to bail? Fuck Naw Where all my niggas with the rubber grips...bust shots And if you with me ma I rubbing your tits...and what not I'm form 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 50-50...uh huh Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy...uh huh Let's sip the Crys and get pissy pissy... Flow imminently 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...ya'll niggas 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!! Verse 2: I flow for those droned out... All my niggas locked down in the 10 by 4 controlling the house We live in hard knocks we don't take over...we bomb blocks Burn 'em down and you can have 'em back daddy, I'd rather that I flow for chicks wishing...they ain't have to strip to pay tuition I see you vision mama...I put my money on the longshots All my ballers thats born to glock Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not I went from lukewarm to hot Sleeping on guitars and cots...the king size, dream machine to grief I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills Then I put it down tight grill I'm tight grill with the phony...rappers you might feel we homeys I'm like still you don't know me...shit I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improving I'm trying to murder everything moving, Feel Me!! Annie Sample: It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Stead of treated...we get tricked Stead of kisses...we get kicked It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Stead of treated...we get tricked Stead of kisses...we get kicked It's the hard knock life!!! Verse 3: I don't know how to sleep..I gotta eat..stay on my toes Gotta a lot of beef so logically I prey on my foes Hustlin still inside of me and as far as progress You be hardpressed to find another rapper hot as me I gave you prophecy on my first joint...and ya'll lamed out Didn't really appreciate it till 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 nigga Annie Sample: It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Stead of treated...we get tricked Stead of kisses...we get kicked It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Stead of treated...we get tricked Stead of 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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This is State Of Emergency What you want me to do? I'm sorry! I'm back..hehehe UH, huh uh, lets go get 'em Just [Chorus] HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY Show me what you got, lil mama Show me what you got, pretty lady Show me what you got, shorty Show me what you got, baby Hands up and.. waves, waves, waves, waves [Verse 1] Give the drummer some I already gave the summer some It's the winter's turn Hovie Hov is the coldest, I'm just getting better with time I'm like Opus One Young, no two alike like a snowflake OK! Show me what you got baby Words is slurring engine purring Mami fronting but I'm so determined Shots of Patron, now she's in the zone I ain't talking about the two-three Mami in the zone like the homie 2-3 Jordan or James, makes no difference Boo I'm balling the same I am the Mike Jordan of recording You might want to fallback from recording But you right it's not important So it forced him to go for the hype For being brave and may applaud him Well misery I will assure them Oh baby just ignore them Truth or dare mami listen and learn I got a drop I just took off the top, it's your turn [Chorus 2X] [Verse 2] H.O.V.A., gold bottles of that ace of spade Why even fool with these other guys, they all stingy All these dudes know how to say is gimme Gimme some head, gimme some brain Gimme your number, gimme your name But if I get one night baby girl I swear I'll make you tell these other dudes gimme got you here I'll take you shopping, take long trips I'll take the cork off, you can take sips I'll take you there, take my time Take you clothes off, I'll take off mine Ma, show me what you got Hovie in the spot tried to told you I was hot Tell these other dudes it's a wrap Get the fuck out the throne you clone, the King's back! Y'all got less than 2 months to get y'all thing together Good luck! [Chorus 2X] Ladies and gentlemen the most incredible! H-O, uh huh H-O, uh huh Is back! Justin Blaze You Blaze that Roc-A-Fella Records Dynasty continues, y'all die Uh Huh, peace! |
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And the winner is Hov...my man? SPEECH!
First of all I wan' thank my connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash Boys in blue who put greed before the badge The first pusher whoever made the stash The Roc Boys in the building tonight Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers And most importantly you, the customer [Chorus: Jay-Z (Kanye West)] The Roc Boys in the building tonight Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life You don't even gotta bring ya paper out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) The Roc Boys in the building tonight Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice You don't even gotta bring ya purses out We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house (We in the house, hou-, hou-) (We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY) Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours I figure frauds never hit a lick before So they don't know the feeling when them things get across Put ya hand out the window, feel the force Feel the Porsche, hit the frost Ice cold, jewels got no flaws Drop got no top, you on the top floor Pink Rosay, think OJ I get away with murder when I sling yay Niggas got less steps then Britney That means it ain't stepped on, dig me? [Chorus (with overlapping 3rd verse towards end)] Red Porsches, rare portraits Red glocks if you dare come near the fortress This apple sauce is from the apple orchid This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses Which means I get it from the ground Which means you get it when I'm around Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches, la heim I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time Cheers, toast to crime Number one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme [Chorus x3] Sweet, let that ride out! Bring the horns back in, yeah This is black super hero music right here baby American Gangsta Taking flight, coming to a town near you Soon as I touch down I just want ya'll to start playing the horns like... Hovies home...Lukey baby Hahahahaha...ow! |
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[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh It´s big pimpin baby.. It´s big pimpin, spendin G´s Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh.. Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah.. You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don´t fuckin need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good But I don´t fuckin feed em First time they fuss I´m breezin Talkin bout, "What´s the reasons?" I´m a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe em In the cut where I keep em til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts Then it´s, beep beep and I´m pickin em up Let em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I´ma break bread so you can be livin it up? Shit I.. parts with nothin, y´all be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen I´ll be forever mackin Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin.. Hoe get yo´ ass in And let´s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah And let´s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah Chorus One: Jay-Z We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin G´s Check em out now Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.´s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It´s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin G´s We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.´s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It´s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Bun B] Nigga it´s the - big Southern rap impresario Comin straight up out the black bar-rio Makes a mill´ up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh Oops, my bad, that´s my scenario No I can´t fuck a scary hoe Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!" Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo´ heat than a little bit We don´t pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won´t be a little hit Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo´ vocab Don´t be surprised if yo´ hoe stab out with me and you see us comin down on yo´ slab Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can´t take it But nigga if you hatin I then you wait while I get yo´ bitch butt-naked, just break it You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on Now get yo´ ass to the back as I´m flyin to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro´s on Pump it up in the pro-zone That´s the track that we breakin these hoes on Ain´t the track that we flow´s on But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man Fo´ real it don´t get no bigger man Don´t trip, let´s flip, gettin throwed on the flip Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool Chorus Two: Bun B We be.. big pimpin, spendin G´s We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.´s We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T. It´s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin G´s And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.´s Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T. It´s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga [Pimp C] Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can´t fuck witch´all If I wasn´t rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me Uhhh, now what y´all know bout them Texas boys Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise Chorus Two |
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Blackhand Ent. Roc-a-Fella Records In association with the streets The Black Gangster In conjunction With everything official Yeah I ride throught the ghetto windows down halfway Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting Donny Hathaway Me and my niggas spending half the day Plotting, how we gon get this math with out getting balst away I wake up to the same problems after today Life is harsh, niggas gotta ? Right from the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of nine I tend to mine and to surrender to crime Wouldnt wish this on nobody like the end of like mine Ever since i was quite young a nigga been in divine Had to scratch for every plaque, rap aint even all its cracked up to be Niggas dont stack up to me Had to hustle in a world of trouble trapped in, clostrophobic the only way out was rapping America dont understand it, the demographics i tapped in I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and anything else is foolish Like those who stay high, under God's grey skies My lyrics is like Bible, made to save lives In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly Never let em see you frown, even smile when you down Shit, i floss on my off-days fuck what they all say Niggas cant stop me like rumors, i'm too strong All-day Socks explode and sweatpants pockets is bulging Holding it down on the corner with my glock holding My spot is golden, drop the price on the coke and Drove the competition out and let the dough flow in The cops is closing in, i can do the time But whats really on my mine, is there's no hoes in the pen I play the low and try and make it hard to find me Feds still tryna build a case since '93 I told them, i'm retired but they like whatever You know them pigs dont wanna see you get your life together Chorus: I'm stuck in this life forever The more things change the more they stay the same Who am i to change the game? You gotta move quick like her-o-in and dope can The blocks hotter than its ever been Once again Hold the gun at eye level, i aint afraid of conflict I let the nine rip, nigga say "hi" to the devil I blind with the bezel, i'm in line with the ghetto What yall nigga afraid of my mind or the metal Niggas tryna subtract my life, my mathematics is precise I carry the nine, so fucking with me just aint the answer I cant lose when i was young i was like Fresh Poppa raised me to chess moves And though your gone i'm not bitter you left me prepared We got divided by the years, but i got it from here Dont sweat that, sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak To that pocket in DC where my man caught his death at Over my years i've seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap ??? in a time where we all move Lets face it either your dough chasin, or basing Lacing, cops got your face sprung like mason Careful, any infultration i'm leaving niggas Leaving more than just information Chorus Uh Real shit The Black Gangsta Blackhand Ent. Roc a Fella Never interrupt this thing of ours The Black Ganagsa Jigga Hova Roll with me |
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