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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker For real; with no trace of AIDS We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar Fuck a bitch D in the marked car We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing You cling we do our thing and bring Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh Al Pacino down to Nino Brown Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino Teflon, make sure your jammy is full Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull Tropical leaves where I got a few keys with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese Said we was garbage, so fuck college Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars Star studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistols just to see my shit, discharge puss I drop the stellar, even acapella I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella *Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang (x4) Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah I cream, I diamond gleam High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean Liason for days on in Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig' Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns horizontal, get your weight up, I am two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck... "Bring it on if you think you can hang..." Money is power I'm into cheddick with facial credit Pure platinum fetish for cheddars Spread letters you move you're deadish I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal John Stockton couldn't assist you Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N. So what the fuck you doin? Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished Spankin dollars with the commas bangin bitches out the Bahamas On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather Fry hotter, you die gotta Fuck with me witness manana Absence of malice in my palace Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream *Repeat (x4) "Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." (x5) |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch Nigga what, nigga who? Nigga what, nigga who? Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe [Jay-Z] --) first four lines overlap the section above Can't fuck with me They ain't ready yet Uh-huh uh-huh Yeah, yeah Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous shots with the fo'-fo' Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit One shot could make a nigga do a full flip See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion) (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z *repeat 3X* (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z [Jay-Z] Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it The same place where the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke See how I was flowin on my last cassette? Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though Never get high, never run out of ammo Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch You know your favorite, I know it made you sick And now you're, actin raw but you never had war Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe Now she's mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be A pimp with a tragedy She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit.. there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!" Chorus (with variation in last line) [Jay-Z] Gotta vendetta even though I been better Left him in the cold with a thin sweater Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw two at me I threw fo' back, hold that Let the dough stack, way before Big had the gold Ac' Dame had the Lex black Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that And right where you're stressed, where you rest at I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through with the glock jet black, you niggaz step back I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this Me and my niggaz we invented the shit I came into the business with this, The Originator, non greater Jaz-O finish this shit [Big Jaz] Better learn, Jaz'll relax that, ever heard of me? Worldwide Originator, say word to me The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga like a third degree, see me shine so bright Nigga I'm my light, runnin rulin with rigor and vigor Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga You fly-by-nights stop chirpin B Heavyweights type work to me For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me What? Cut your face in like surgery Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road when you had to be in bed at the PM Need the info, Jaz on the C-N-N forever touchin my workers beginnin you're endin Nigga your style's no style my style's hostile C'mon, faggot nigga down to take the gun home O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!) Chorus (with variations) [Amil-lion] * repeat to fade * Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe |
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from Big Jaz - SEOULSUPERBAADASSSSS (2009)
The Sun won’t shine I’m talking to my Moony If I’m searching for the perfect honey/ you would be the beauty Cutie baby Moony gotta be my lady My gully belly wants a yummy in the tummy Yes I’m /dropping money/ the lucky penny penny Lets get nitty gritty So the Ginny won’t be silly Itty bitty Smallz wanna be the biggie (I mean) tiny 이니미니 thinking wishy washy By/ all mean necessary Word I’m armed and ready All cures freely ferried Now I gotta save the many Peace march Montgomery Father Luther really sorry 몹쓸 sucker dummy phonies diggin’ hole n getting buried futureshock I know I’m IVY Mighty S.I. Seoul City representa soldiers keep them hands high Watch the/ step of your High/ ness/ with his head high turtle suckers got a movie with the turtleneck high mecca/ the soul of the sex/ of the checka architect tha game with the rhyme of Meta I’m the master/ you da dumbass stunt So/ Shut your mouthy lips up/and pass that baaadasss blunt/ (you fatass chump nigga) This is a work of a master How bad is he? (I say)This is a work of a master A man is a giant, that’s the sound to be (I say)This is a work of a master The hardest working man in the showbiz (I say) This is a work of a master The world has been waiting for a nikkah like me Check it out Giant made me a giant Von made me sexy The Mighty G.I. made me so funky jazzy J.A. J.A. the classi J.A.’s gonna bring all kinds of doctrine The classic the scientist Bubble black sciencein’ The experimental rugged & raw lyrical pistol whip Gehrith Isle is the master with it Oh my god! mah man is steppin’ thru so hold on/ here’s the clinic! [Gehrith Isle] Just dance 부기리듬을 타고 리듬은 나를 살리는 빛 음악이 흐르면 Comes out the freakish beast What`s his name? (the what?) 몰라도 되넌 Flip it, Rock 앞뒤로 움직여 존 `Melodic` 래논 Ayo listen all the lonely people I think your kind of missing the point that we are equal 서로가 서로를 미친듯 의심하고 비꼬는 행동은 진짜 마이너스 사랑과 믿음이 알파플러스 어! 째든 간에 난 낚어 라임과 마이크 내가 무대에 오르는 순간 What your talking about 그 믿음 내 힙합에 막 더 리듬 이후론 오지않았네 더 밤 Throughout the system 나만의 세상의 제로 시간은 6 5 0 투덜되는 Lady`s Knight 보단 Give up to this L.O.V.E., trust로 엉킨 내 Steez It`s funky nasty. Crazy classy. you see? (Make- 1) 어차피 지금 상황은 개판인거 다 알잖아 일일이 따져보면 피해자가 가해자 또 가해자가 피해자 이런 상황들은 다 젓까 어차피 나와 내 친구들은 눈에 보이는것만 믿거든 우린 매순간 새로운 역사를 만드는거야 Ayo IVY우리가 무얼하는지 제대로 보여주자구 This is a work of a master man come on! |
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