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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
What, tssh, y’all, what
Jigga, uhh uhh uhh, uh-huh Pa-pa, uhh, pa-pa, uhh The G, Roc-A-Fella y’all Who be, in a Japanese restaurant, eating sushi Drinking saki, it’s me, and my mami with the doobie Cutie, smellin like Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing For now, let’s call her Suki, got me this booty bangin Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy Tits Firm like Nature, Foxy, Nas and AZ Truly reason to bug the toolie and keep laced in jewelry watch me Girlie tried to lure me and lock me you gotta get up early Cause who’s gettin played is not me |
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from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)
[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 true to the heart 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 Kermain, Burkin bag(?) Winolo (?), 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 girlfried I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you Even if it's somebody (?) 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 and all of 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 and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Uhh uhh uhh.
You ready B? Let's go get 'em.. 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 true to the heart 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 *Repeat All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend. All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend. 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 Kermain, Burkin bag (?) Winolo (?), 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! *Repeat (Talk to 'em B) If I was your girlfried I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you Even if it's somebody (?) 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 and all of 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 and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend |
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from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)
Uhh uhh uhh you ready B? Let's go get 'em 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 pharoahess Girl wit me I'm mashin the gas She's grabbin the wheel it's true To the heart 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 holla all I need in This life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the very end it's me And my boyfriend all I need in This life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the very end it's me And my boyfriend 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 burkin bag manolo blahnik timbs Aviator lens 600 drops her cedes 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 all I need in this life so sin is me And my girlfriend down to ride to The very end it's me and my boyfriend All I need in this life so sin is me And my girlfriend down to ride to The very end it's me and my boyfriend If I was your girlfriend I'll be there for you if somebody hurts you Even if that somebody teasin' was Me Yeah~hee 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 all I need in this life of sin is me And my girlfriend down to ride to the Very end it's me and my boyfriend All I need in this life of sin is me And my girlfriend down to ride to the Very end it's me and my boyfriend~ |
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from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)
[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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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Uhh, yeah, uh-uhh-uh
Uh-huh, uh-uh-uhh, uhh, uhh I ain't tryin to be RUDE DUDE but give a nigga some space I ain't tryin to be rude dude Just, give a nigga some space Just tryin to talk honey dog I ain't got time to waste (check it) Why is you over here lookin at me while all these girls up in here? What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like indian hair Y'all don't want me to spray the semi in here I mean if you a fan I consider you fam' But shake a nigga hand, but shit god damn All that ("Do you remember me dawg?") Nah I'm drawin a blank You got me feelin like a fish, in a fish tank Just think, if you came to a club Tryin to find a little hon for some one-night love 'Stead you got another nigga all up in your mug You make me uncomfortable thug, go thatta-way! And kill the ice grill homes Cause I keep enough heat to melt THAT away I came in some sweats, I came to get met Tryin to find a chick that make it hard for me to "next!" We exit stage left, hope in the Lexus Treat me like a baby, mouth on her breast-es.. may I suggest that it's a lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses.. go find you one Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn.. go find you one Go get your dance on, go grind on one *Quick question - yo, why you over here? So many hoes in here My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there It's so many hoes in here I ain't tryin to be rude dude, whyon'tcha dissapear? There's so many hoes in here I understand you got issues but I really don't care There's so many hoes in here Yea yea yea I know you rap and your sister spit too You been callin the office and you can't get through I understand all that, but now ain't the time I came to the club to get that off my mind And all you thugs with your war stories startin to bore me I ain't tryin to hear about your guts and glory I'm tryin to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from Nore And you keep talkin over the beat like Clue ("Do you remember?").. go find somethin to do You're a janitor, go find somethin to screw Disappear like Copperfield, go cop a feel Play hide and seek witchaself for real, huh The chick came dressed up just to get messed up She got her hair done, just to get it sweated up Shit I'm tryin to help her out Whyon'tcha help me out and be out? * Repeat Jeah, jeah, jeah You're invadin my space You need to, be easy, ahh You're invadin my space You need to, be easy, ahh You're invadin my space You need to, be easy, ahh You're invadin my space C'mon dawg, be easy, ahh Uh-uh, I don't know why they do that Heh, I don't understand Heh, what you need to do, is.. Stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here Stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here Stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here C'mon dawg, stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here be easy |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
{*people clapping*}
Yo whassup everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's We here tonight to have a good time ('Yo! Start the show! Start the show!') Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X* Y'all motherf**kers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X* Well I'm gone... check this out Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many n***az on a mission Doin your best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough motherf**kers, I got my suspicions that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks n***a, listen Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady Too many ladies give these n***az too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances No question; Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block, too many times Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever I don't follow any guidelines cause too many n***az ride mine so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the f**k That's 22 too's for y'all motherf**kers out there, yaknahmean? Shall I continue? Check it out, what? Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X* Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up Too many faggot n***az, clockin my spendin Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons If you could catch Jay right, on the late night without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen adminster pain, next the minister's screamin your name At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket feelin sarcastic, 'Look at him, still sleepin' You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty Mines thinkin longevity until I'm seventy Livin heavenly, f**k, felony after felony, what? n***a ya broke, what the f**k you gon' tell me? ('Oooooooooooh!') Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight) Now this is comin on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six (no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know you've been havin a lot of problems with the law But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100% Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime (Hah, thanks a lot) Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute Ace, turn that music down I smell some reefer, now you see? That's why, our people don't have anything Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly ('Hey shut the f**k up!') Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up? Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records... |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Yo whassup everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here tonight to have a good time ("Yo! Start the show! Start the show!") Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) (3x) Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) (3x) Well I'm gone... check this out Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission Doin your best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances No question; Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block, too many times Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck That's 22 too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean? Shall I continue? Check it out, what? Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) (3x) Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons If you could catch Jay right, on the late night without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen adminster pain, next the minister's screamin your name At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket feelin sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin" You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty Mines thinkin longevity until I'm seventy Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what? Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me? ("Oooooooooooh!") Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight) Now this is comin on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety- six (no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know you've been havin a lot of problems with the law But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100% Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime (Hah, thanks a lot) Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute Ace, turn that music down I smell some reefer, now you see? That's why, our people don't have anything Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly ("Hey shut the fuck up!") Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up? Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records... |
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from Jay-Z - Kingdom Come (2006)
지금은 해석못하지만 언젠간 해서내가올린다
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from Jay-Z - Kingdom Come (2006)
지금은 해석못하지만 언젠간 해서내가올린다
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from Jay-Z - The Black Album (2004)
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't 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 zapatoes You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole ass hole If you like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I play they show they play my hits well I 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 intelligence that Jay Z has I'm from rags to riches niggaz I ain't dumb I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me 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 year is ninety four in my trunk is raw In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law Got two choices y'all pull over the car or bounce on the Devil put the pedal to the floor And I ain't tryin to see no high way chase with Jake Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case So I pull over to the side of the road Son do you know why I'm stoppin you for Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low do I look like a mindreader sir I don't know Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo Well you was doin fifty five in the fifty four license and registration and step out of the car are you carryin a weapon on you I know a lot you are I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk in the back And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that Aren't you sharp as a tack You some type oflawyer or somethin somebody important or somethin Child I ain't passed the bar but I know low little Enough that you won't illegally search my shit we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one hit me 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 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 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 havin a pussy But a pussy havin no God damn sense try an' push me I try to ignore talk to the Lord Pray for him but some fools just love to perform You know the type loud as a motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin and he and his boys gon' be yappin to the Captain And there I go trapped in Kit Kat again Back through the system with the riff raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin again Paparazzis with they cameras snappin them D A try to give a nigga shaft again Half a mill' for bail cause I'm African All because this fool was harassin them Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin But ain't nuttin sweet bout I hold my gun I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one hit me 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 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 Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one You crazy for this one Rick It's your boy |
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from Jay-Z - The Black Album (2004)
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain′t 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 zapatoes You′d celebrate the minute you was havin dough 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 intelligence that Jay-Z has I′m from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain′t dumb I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain′t one - hit me! 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! The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law Got two choices y′all, pull over the car or (hmm) bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor And 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 ′Son do you know why I′m stoppin you for?′ Cause I′m young and I′m black and my hat′s real low Or do I look like a mindreader sir? I don′t know Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo′? ′Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four; license and registration and step out of the car - are you carryin a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are′ I ain′t steppin out of shit, all my papers legit ′Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?′ Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back And I know my rights, so you gon′ need a warrant for that ′Aren′t you sharp as a tack! You some type of lawyer or somethin, somebody important or somethin?′ Child I ain′t passed 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 canine comes′ I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain′t one - hit me! 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! 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! Now once upon a time, not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try an′ push me I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform You know the type, loud as a motorbike But wouldn′t bust a grape in a fruit fight And only thing that′s gon′ happen is I′ma get to clappin and he and his boys gon′ be yappin to the Captain And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on the floor, scratchin again Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin them D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again Half a mill′ for bail cause I′m African All because this fool was harassin them Tryin to play the boy like he′s saccharin But ain′t nuttin sweet bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain′t one - hit me! 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! 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! .. Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain′t one, ha ha! You crazy for this one Rick! It′s your boy! |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
This here's a ballad for all the fallen soldiers
I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man) and a soldier's life, parallel And the one thing they got in common is pain (forget about me for a second) Picture split screen On one side we got a hustler getting ready for the block (human beings) Other side you got the soldier getting ready for bootcamp (soldiers) They're both at war (this is life) Stay with us *Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass You lost him mama, the wars calling him Feel its his duty to fall in line with all of them He's a soldier Rose through the ranks as the head of your house hold Now its time to provide bank Like he's supposed tah Now just remember while he's going to November Theres part of him growing up His shirts soaks up your tears as he holds yah Your heart beatin so fast speeding his pulse up Yeah i know it sucks, Life aint a rose bud A couple of speed bumps You gotta take your lumps Off to Bootcamp, the worlds facing terror Bin Laden been happenin in Manhatten Crack was anthrax back then, back when Police was Al'Qaeda to black men While I was out there hustling sinning with no religion He was off the wall killing for a living * Repeat Days turn to nights, nights turn to years Years turn to "how the fuck we make it in here?" My barracks average couple fights a day Get you locked in a hole wont see the light of day And I feel like I'm just writing my life away I never thought shit could end up quite this way There's a war going on outside no man is safe from I'm here for the good fight only the fakes run I'm here for the purple heart, if I cant take one For my team or my siblings whats my reason for living? I love my niggas more then anything else This war's about my family, me needin the wealth You dont understand how useless as men we felt Till you become a 5 star general Shout out to my niggas that's locked in jail P.O.W.'s thats still in the war for real * Repeat Your baby boy is getting grown So your baby boy is moving on I've gotta chase (gotta chase it) If I'm gonna make it (gonna make it) Your baby boy is getting grown So your baby boy is moving on I'm gonna make it Even if I gotta take it (gotta take it) Mama said pray your sons becoming a man This wars taxin to 'em like Uncle Sam Hear the noise make the right choice, understand Every choice that he make he makes it for his fam It's death before dishonour And if hes gone you should honor his memory Dont cry we all gonna die eventually But if he's locked in the penetentiary send him some energy They all winners to me (What's up kid?) * Repeat |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
It was all a dream
{*scratched simultaneously: "It was all a dream" - B.I.G.*} Last night I had a dream Thoughts was racin through my head (it was all a dream) Felt so real to me This is what was said.. Had a dream I said, bout who he said? Bout B.I.G. I said, that's big he said Dig he said, proceed he said Indeed I said, so - breathe I did Don't repeat what I say I said, he said nothin He agreed with his head, he just nodded like this What I believe to be a yes I re-peated what was said It came to me like a .. well as even I said "You feel playboy," was the greeting he said First thing I wanted to know, what's the reason he was dead? "More money, more problems, better believe it," he said "Careful what you wish for you might receive it," he said I see I said, jealousy I said Got the whole industry mad at me I said Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself nobody built like you, you designed yourself" I agree I said, my one of a kind self Get stoned every day like Jesus did What he said, I said, has been said before "Just keep doin your thing," he said, say no more *Was it all a dream - tell me Was it all a dream, was it a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam I gotta know {*"It was all a dream"*} Was it all a dream - was it a dream Was it all a dream, a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin pictures on my wall Every Saturday, "Rap Attack," Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin weed and bamboo, sippin on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack with the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? "Duh-ha, duh-ha" You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the {**"World Trade"**} Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky I'm blowin up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood, it's all good Uhh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga *repeat {*"It was all a dream"*} {*"It was all.."*} {*"It was all.. a dream"*} {*"It was all a dream"*} {*"It was all.. a dream"*} {*"It was all.."*} {*"It was all.. a dream"*} I see I said, jealousy I said Got the whole industry mad at me I said Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself nobody built like you, you designed yourself" I agree I said, my one of a kind self Get stoned every day like Jesus did What he said, I said, has been said before "Just keep doin your thing," he said, say no more |
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from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)
A Dream
[Jay-Z] It was all a dream {*scratched simultaneously: "It was all a dream" - B.I.G.*} [Faith Evans] + (Jay-Z) Last night I had a dream Thoughts was racin through my head (it was all a dream) Felt so real to me This is what was said.. [Jay-Z] Had a dream I said, bout who he said? Bout B.I.G. I said, that's big he said Dig he said, proceed he said Indeed I said, so - breathe I did Don't repeat what I say I said, he said nothin He agreed with his head, he just nodded like this What I believe to be a yes I re-peated what was said It came to me like a .. well as even I said "You feel playboy," was the greeting he said First thing I wanted to know, what's the reason he was dead? "More money, more problems, better believe it," he said "Careful what you wish for you might receive it," he said I see I said, jealousy I said Got the whole industry mad at me I said Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself nobody built like you, you designed yourself" I agree I said, my one of a kind self Get stoned every day like Jesus did What he said, I said, has been said before "Just keep doin your thing," he said, say no more [Faith Evans] Was it all a dream - tell me Was it all a dream, was it a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam I gotta know {*"It was all a dream"*} Was it all a dream - was it a dream Was it all a dream, a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam [Notorious B.I.G.] It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin pictures on my wall Every Saturday, "Rap Attack," Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin weed and bamboo, sippin on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack with the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? "Duh-ha, duh-ha" You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the {**"World Trade"**} Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky I'm blowin up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood, it's all good Uhh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Faith Evans] Was it all a dream - tell me Was it all a dream, was it a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam I gotta know {*"It was all a dream"*} Was it all a dream - was it a dream Was it all a dream, a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam {*"It was all a dream"*} {*"It was all.."*} {*"It was all.. a dream"*} {*"It was all a dream"*} {*"It was all.. a dream"*} {*"It was all.."*} {*"It was all.. a dream"*} [the beat drops out and Jay-Z raps the next part acapella] [Jay-Z] I see I said, jealousy I said Got the whole industry mad at me I said Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself nobody built like you, you designed yourself" I agree I said, my one of a kind self Get stoned every day like Jesus did What he said, I said, has been said before "Just keep doin your thing," he said, say no more |
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from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)
feat. Faith Evans, Notorious B.I.G. [Jay-Z] It was all a dream [scratched simultaneously: "It was all a dream" - B.I.G.] [Faith Evans + (Jay-Z)] Last night I had a dream Thoughts was racin through my head (it was all a dream) Felt so real to me This is what was said.. [Jay-Z] Had a dream I said, bout who he said? Bout B.I.G. I said, that's big he said Dig he said, proceed he said Indeed I said, so - breathe I did Don't repeat what I say I said, he said nothin He agreed with his head, he just nodded like this What I believe to be a yes I re-peated what was said It came to me like a .. well as even I said "You feel playboy," was the greeting he said First thing I wanted to know, what's the reason he was dead? "More money, more problems, better believe it," he said "Careful what you wish for you might receive it," he said I see I said, jealousy I said Got the whole industry mad at me I said Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself nobody built like you, you designed yourself" I agree I said, my one of a kind self Get stoned every day like Jesus did What he said, I said, has been said before "Just keep doin your thing," he said, say no more [Faith Evans] Was it all a dream - tell me Was it all a dream, was it a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam I gotta know ("It was all a dream") Was it all a dream - was it a dream Was it all a dream, a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam [Notorious B.I.G.] It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin pictures on my wall Every Saturday, "Rap Attack," Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin weed and bamboo, sippin on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack with the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? "Duh-ha, duh-ha" You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the ("World Trade") Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky I'm blowin up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood, it's all good Uhh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Faith Evans] Was it all a dream - tell me Was it all a dream, was it a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam I gotta know ("It was all a dream") Was it all a dream - was it a dream Was it all a dream, a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam ("It was all.. a dream") ("It was all..") ("It was all.. a dream") ("It was all a dream") ("It was all.. a dream") ("It was all..") ("It was all.. a dream") [the beat drops out and Jay-Z raps the next part acapella] [Jay-Z] I see I said, jealousy I said Got the whole industry mad at me I said Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself nobody built like you, you designed yourself" I agree I said, my one of a kind self Get stoned every day like Jesus did What he said, I said, has been said before "Just keep doin your thing," he said, say no more |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
[Jay-Z] Uh-huh
[$hort] That's right [Jay-Z] Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago [$hort] Last week I had everything [Jay-Z] Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago [$hort] I had the money.. had the cars, the bitches [Jay-Z] Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago [$hort] and the jewelry.. and then my motherfuckin niggaz started snitchin [Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh uh, yo [$hort] Beyotch! Verse One: Jay-Z Growin up in the hood just my dog and me We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see Problems, I called on him, he called on me We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P Met him unlocked doors, off my keys Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially Man he broke bread with me, my business spread swiftly The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed Used to call me from the joint til he ran out of change And when he called collect and I heard his name I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone he's talkin reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?" He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet cause you're home." I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone The crackers up there bleachin your dome, you're reachin I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on." From there I sensed the beef was on I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone Can't be too safe cause niggaz is two-faced And they show the other side when they catch a new case It's on Chorus: Too $hort, Jay-Z It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked (Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago) Funny what, seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip now you droppin names Uh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago) Verse Two: Jay-Z Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell We both came in this game, blind as hell I did a little better, had more clientele Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin for bail Seventeen and I'm holdin on to around a mill I could bail out and blow trial and come around on Appeal Had niggaz thinkin I was from Uptown for real I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty Freezin on them corners still holdin my crack Lookin up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at? Came from flat broke to lettin the dough stack You tell them feds I said I'm never goin back I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious Chorus Verse Three: Jay-Z The lawyer I retained you said you leakin some things All this after a week in the bang I'm mad at myself cause I didn't spot the weak and lame I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us we sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that? Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rat? Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad and your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?" The labelling of a snitch is a lifetime scar You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars Chorus [Too $hort] Shit is crazy man All these niggaz out here snitchin We was one step away from takin this crack money and recyclin it through the ghettoes and buildin back up our own hoods Now all you niggaz start snitchin on each other I got partners doin 15-20 Wouldn'ta been doin SHIT if you didn't snitch Beyotch! It's about time y'all check that shit out man It ain't all good Shut your mouth Just watch the game And don't snitch It sure will do a lot for you Believe that baby Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main You know I got it Got it goin on We got the money Ain't got nuthin to do with crime baby But I'm recognizing [Jay-Z] You rat bastard |
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from Purple City, Moe Sticky - Purple City Byrdgang: Hatin' from the Sideline (2005) | |||||
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from Jay-Z - Jay-Z Unplugged [live] (2001)
I keep you fresher than the next chick
No need for you to ever sweat the next chick With speed, I make the best chick see the exit, indeed You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me You get the keys to the Lexus, no driver Gotcha own 2001, to ride it Keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why You gotta watch your friends, you got to watch me, conniving Yeah, the first chance to crack the bank, they try me All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas From the village to the tele, time to kill it on your belly No question, I got more black chicks between my sheets than essence They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot Meet your death in less than 8 seconds Still poundin' in my after life, laugin', my thing is tight Let me hear ya'll Ain't no nigga like the one I got Sleeps around but he gives me a lot Friends they tell me I should leave you alone Tell the freaks to find a man of there own, man a they own |
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from Nutty Professor (너티 프로페서) by David Newman [ost] (1996) | |||||
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
I keep it fresher than the next bitch
no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch ..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed, you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me, you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me they conniving shit the first chance to crack the bank they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks and papayas, from the village to the tele time to kill it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot mmet your death in less than 8 seconds still poundin in my after life.. laugin my shit is tight you who askin right... *Aint no nigga like the one I got no one can fuck you betta sleeps around but he gives me alot keeps you in diamonds and leathers friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha tell the freaks to find a man of there own (man a they own, man a they own) Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks got you a beeper to feel important surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love you know these ho's be makin me weak yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in you can't change a players game in the 9th inning the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin so I run way the fuck up in em and wrinkle the face like linnin I play hard-eh till they say God.. he's keepin it real jigga stay hard lawd don't even trip I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel when you nigga play sick we can all get ill -whats the deal- *Repeat Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie promise to stay monogamous, I try but love you know these ho's be makin me weak Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga so when you flip that coke remember them days you was dead broke but now your style and I raised you basically made you into a don flippin weight..heroin and shit you know my pussy is all that thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin on how I fuck the best a shit specially when Im flippin Baileys dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin in Armani sweaters before this rap shit when you was in letters and bullshit berattas and eek classes with mo in the glasses shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's now all your mens' up in your benz's high post, I swear you be killin me playin inside my pubic hairs I never worry bout them other chicks cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin that bitch I took a little when you was up north your comisary stay pilin how you livin large on the island all them collects have me vex but when you come home knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks now we on the rise your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit Fucks no, I see half the dough Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars *Repeat (x2) |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
[Jay-Z]
I keep it fresher than the next bitch no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch ..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed, you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me, you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me they conniving shit the first chance to crack the bank they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks and papayas, from the village to the tele time to kill it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot mmet your death in less than 8 seconds still poundin in my after life.. laugin my shit is tight you who askin right... Chorus: Aint no nigga like the one I got no one can fuck you betta sleeps around but he gives me alot keeps you in diamonds and leathers friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha tell the freaks to find a man of there own (man a they own, man a they own) [Jay-Z] Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks got you a beeper to feel important surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love you know these ho's be makin me weak yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in you can't change a players game in the 9th inning the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin so I run way the fuck up in em and wrinkle the face like linnin I play hard-eh till they say God.. he's keepin it real jigga stay hard lawd don't even trip I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel when you nigga play sick we can all get ill -whats the deal- Chorus [Jay-Z] Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie promise to stay monogamous, I try but love you know these ho's be makin me weak Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep [Foxy Brown] What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga so when you flip that coke remember them days you was dead broke but now your style and I raised you basically made you into a don flippin weight..heroin and shit you know my pussy is all that thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin on how I fuck the best a shit specially when Im flippin Baileys dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin in Armani sweaters before this rap shit when you was in letters and bullshit berattas and eek classes with mo in the glasses shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's now all your mens' up in your benz's high post, I swear you be killin me playin inside my pubic hairs I never worry bout them other chicks cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin that bitch I took a little when you was up north your comisary stay pilin how you livin large on the island all them collects have me vex but when you come home knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks now we on the rise your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit Fucks no, I see half the dough Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars Chorus |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
[Jay-Z]
I keep it fresher than the next bitch no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch ..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed, you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me, you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me they conniving shit the first chance to crack the bank they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks and papayas, from the village to the tele time to kill it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot mmet your death in less than 8 seconds still poundin in my after life.. laugin my shit is tight you who askin right... Chorus: Aint no nigga like the one I got no one can fuck you betta sleeps around but he gives me alot keeps you in diamonds and leathers friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha tell the freaks to find a man of there own (man a they own, man a they own) [Jay-Z] Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks got you a beeper to feel important surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love you know these ho's be makin me weak yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in you can't change a players game in the 9th inning the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin so I run way the fuck up in em and wrinkle the face like linnin I play hard-eh till they say God.. he's keepin it real jigga stay hard lawd don't even trip I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel when you nigga play sick we can all get ill -whats the deal- Chorus [Jay-Z] Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie promise to stay monogamous, I try but love you know these ho's be makin me weak Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep [Foxy Brown] What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga so when you flip that coke remember them days you was dead broke but now your style and I raised you basically made you into a don flippin weight..heroin and shit you know my pussy is all that thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin on how I fuck the best a shit specially when Im flippin Baileys dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin in Armani sweaters before this rap shit when you was in letters and bullshit berattas and eek classes with mo in the glasses shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's now all your mens' up in your benz's high post, I swear you be killin me playin inside my pubic hairs I never worry bout them other chicks cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin that bitch I took a little when you was up north your comisary stay pilin how you livin large on the island all them collects have me vex but when you come home knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks now we on the rise your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit Fucks no, I see half the dough Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars Chorus |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Swear to God I just touched down
All around the world.. (same song) Killa Cali nigga (same song) A-T-L (same song) Real-adelphia.. dude it's all around the world London, England, South of France And all points between they know about your man Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin a steak And handlin the modern stand about five-eight Five-nine fine wine fine dine either that or I'm mixin in Switzerland, tryin to buy time Ballin out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali Brunchin at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy When it's back home nigga back to the zone Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me All around the world.. (same song) Brooklyn bombers (same song) Detroit players (same song) Chi-Town.. all around the world Said it's all love, Sure Club, M-I-A Party at bungalow eight, when I stay Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante "Come and Talk to Me" mami in the Ea-sy Garant, I hope, she ain't too young Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her I'm just tryin to show her how a baller and a roller sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine runnin then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas reminisce about the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy A ticket and you pay to see D - sweet Sade Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade All around the world Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap It's real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed Slackin on they mackin, rest haven for hoes Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know Shit it ain't about your city or borough It's bout if you really as thorough And if you are, holla at your boy I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you Real recognize real and you lookin familiar I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eatin at Chef's One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet? Then we party like the sun don't set We gon' take you all around the world.. it's the same song (same song) Everywhere (same song) It's the same song (same song) We gon' take you all around the world.. same song (same song) Same song (same song) Same song (same song) All around the world.. {*harmonizing to the end*} |
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from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)
Swear to God I just touched down
[Chorus: Jay-Z] + (LaToiya) All around the world.. (same song) Killa Cali nigga (same song) A-T-L (same song) Real-adelphia.. dude it's all around the world [Jay-Z] London, England, South of France And all points between they know about your man Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin a steak And handlin the modern stand about five-eight Five-nine fine wine fine dine either that or I'm mixin in Switzerland, tryin to buy time Ballin out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali Brunchin at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy When it's back home nigga back to the zone Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me [Chorus: Jay-Z] + (LaToiya) All around the world.. (same song) Brooklyn bombers (same song) Detroit players (same song) Chi-Town.. all around the world [Jay-Z] Said it's all love, Shore Club, M-I-A Party at bungalow eight, when I stay Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante "Come and Talk to Me" mami in the Yves-Saint Laruent, I hope, she ain't too young Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her I'm just tryin to show her how a baller and a roller sleep one place, tell the pilot keep the engine runnin then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard St. Bart's this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas reminisce about the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy A ticket and you pay to see D - sweet Sade [LaToiya] Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade All around the world [Jay-Z] Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap It's real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed Slackin on they mackin, rest haven for hoes Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know Shit it ain't about your city or borough It's bout if you really as thorough And if you are, holla at your boy I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you Real recognize real and you lookin familiar I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eatin at Chef's One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet? Then we party like the sun don't set [LaToiya] We gon' take you all around the world.. it's the same song (same song) Everywhere (same song) It's the same song (same song) We gon' take you all around the world.. same song (same song) Same song (same song) Same song (same song) All around the world.. {*harmonizing to the end*} |
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from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)
Swear to God I just touched down
[Chorus: Jay-Z] + (LaToiya) All around the world.. (same song) Killa Cali nigga (same song) A-T-L (same song) Real-adelphia.. dude it's all around the world [Jay-Z] London, England, South of France And all points between they know about your man Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin a steak And handlin the modern stand about five-eight Five-nine fine wine fine dine either that or I'm mixin in Switzerland, tryin to buy time Ballin out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali Brunchin at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy When it's back home nigga back to the zone Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me [Chorus: Jay-Z] + (LaToiya) All around the world.. (same song) Brooklyn bombers (same song) Detroit players (same song) Chi-Town.. all around the world [Jay-Z] Said it's all love, Shore Club, M-I-A Party at bungalow eight, when I stay Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante "Come and Talk to Me" mami in the Yves-Saint Laruent, I hope, she ain't too young Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her I'm just tryin to show her how a baller and a roller sleep one place, tell the pilot keep the engine runnin then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard St. Bart's this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas reminisce about the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy A ticket and you pay to see D - sweet Sade [LaToiya] Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade All around the world [Jay-Z] Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap It's real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed Slackin on they mackin, rest haven for hoes Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know Shit it ain't about your city or borough It's bout if you really as thorough And if you are, holla at your boy I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you Real recognize real and you lookin familiar I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eatin at Chef's One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet? Then we party like the sun don't set [LaToiya] We gon' take you all around the world.. it's the same song (same song) Everywhere (same song) It's the same song (same song) We gon' take you all around the world.. same song (same song) Same song (same song) Same song (same song) All around the world.. {*harmonizing to the end*} |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
It's the Roc! Wooo!
My gear is right... (check) My bucket is low... (check) My Rocawear is fittin' incredible... Fuck it... I guess I got my swagger back Mama that said I killed her man Well I guess I got the dagger back It's the Roc bastards we are BACK! In the heezy Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?) Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!) Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey! All I need is the love of my crew The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through And all...I...need is a chick to hold a jimmy like Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh... Now understands we can't be stopped From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?) Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me Better watch and observe me And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar I set fire to your empire I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah... Double G-A livewire nigga holla back *All I need... Rocawear... (check) Nike Airs... (check) Mean bucket... (uh huh) Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah) Couple chicks by my side, let's ride All I need... That new coupe (got that) A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those) A sunny day some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way C'mon...now... All I need in this world o' sin Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha) I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!) Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh) A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!) But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script Now all...I...need is a high-priced lawyer Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue In this time and age, cuz real muhfuckas'll do When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you But real niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew? R to the O to the C comin' true *Repeat Listen... The cream too long, my team too strong Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll) Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!) The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beaman (*giggle*) Any given Sunday gunplay's optional However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it) Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit Plus the jab is sick, and its Zab quick Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six Now run along wit'cha little ass hits Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed In the hospital lookin' at M*A*S*H for months Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk And I flee scotch free and pee pee on the steps... We've got no respect No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him? Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them? All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby *Repeat Listen... (All I need) Rocafella Records... Freeway... Oskino and Sparks... Chris & Neef (All I need) Mickey and Mallory... Broad Street Bully... M-Extra Money, ha... YOUNG! (All I need) H to the izzo... CLUE! Rell... Uh huh...yeah, yeah... (All I need) |
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from Jay-Z - The Black Album (2004)
Young! For life
Once again it's the life, yessss (I don't know why, I.. get so high on) It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life) [Verse One] The allure of breakin the law Is always too much for me to ever ignore I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses In love with a V-Dub engine Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted Bey Venay kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists My women friend get tennis bracelets Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with the sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it I put my feet in the footprints left to me Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy Man my brother hustled so, naturally Up next is me, but what perplexes me Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play the starrin role in "Hovito's Way" [Chorus] It's just life, I solemnly swear To change my approach, stop shavin coke Stay away from hoes, put down the toast Cause I be doin the most.. oh no! But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no! [Verse Two] I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka 'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real Pillow-top him like a toupee Mix the water, with the soda Turn the pot up make a souflee All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way I'm livin proof that crime do pay Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train All in the name of love Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came over the house to take back, everything that they claimed Or even the worst pain is the distress Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes We all hustlers, in love with the same thang [Chorus] [Verse Three] I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need what the game did to my pulse, with no results And you can treat your nose and still won't come close The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off By any means necessary, whatever the cost Even if it means lives is lost.. And I can't explain why, I just love to get high Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times I may not even be alive How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse Of course [Chorus] Once again it's the life I said it's the life Once again it's the life - oh no! (I don't why I) why I (get so high on) get so (get so high on) uh-huh (get so high - high off the life!) Hahahahahahaha - woo! |
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from Jay-Z - The Black Album (2004)
It's intoxicatin man y'all know why you do what you do The allure of breakin the law Is always too much for me to ever ignore I gotta thing for them big body Benzes it dulls my senses In love with a V Dub engine Man I'm high off life fuck it I'm wasted Bey Venay kicks or them Marvin Kaye wrists My women friend get tennis bracelets Trips to Venice get they winters replaced with the sun it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded Man it's just a game I just play it to play it put my feet in the footprints left to me Without sayin a word the ghetto's got a mental telepathy Man my brother hustled so naturally Up next is me but what perplexes me Shit I know how this movie ends still I play starrin role in Hovito's Way It's just life I solemnly swear To change my approach stop shavin coke Stay away from hoes put down the toast Cause I be doin the most But every time I felt that was that it called right back It called right back man it called me right back I'm like a Russian mobster drinkin distilled vodka 'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa it's real Pillow top him like a toupee Mix the water with the soda Turn the pot up make a souflee All of y'all can get it like group ays in your 2 way I'm livin proof that crime do pay Say hooray to the bad guy and all the broads puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train All in the name of love Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came over the house to take back everything that they claimed Or even the worst pain is the distress Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust Now it gets tough to ever love again But the allure of the game keeps callin your name all the Lauras of the world I feel your pain To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes We all hustlers in love with the same thang It's just life I some swear To change my approach stop shavin coke Stay away from hoes put down the toast Cause I be doin the most But every time I felt that was that it called right back It called right back man it called me right back I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need what the game did to my pulse with no results And you can treat your nose still won't come close The game is a lightbulb with eleventy million volts And I'm just a mark addicted to the floss And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off By any means necessary whatever the cost Even if it means lives is lost And I can't explain why I just love to get high Drink life smoke the blueberry sky blink twice I'm in the blueberry 5 you blink three times I may not even be alive How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure Dyin young leavin a good lookin corpse Of course solemnly swear To change my approach stop shavin coke Stay away from hoes put down the toast Cause I be doin the most But every time I felt that was that it call me right back it call me right back man it called me right back what's the getting sir life yeah tell it's a life what's the getting sir life |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 3 (2009)
Yeezy !!! Hova !!!
Let's Go Yeezy !! Hova !! (2X) Love me or leave me alone Either love me or leave me alone (Chorus: Kid Cudi) Ohhh, they want me to fall (fall) Fall from the top (top) They want me to drop (drop) They want me to stop (stop) They want me to gooo (goooo) I'm already gone (already) The shit that I'm on (hey!) I'm already homeeee (Jay-Z) Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home now one mo' gin Ohhh, they want me to fall (fall) Fall from the top (top) They want me to drop (drop) They want me to stop (nooo) They want me to gooo (nooo) I'm already gone (gone) The shit that I'm on (already) I'm already homeeee Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home (Verse 1: Jay-Z) These niggas want me to go Don't they know that I'm gone? They know I'm space shuttle level They need ox-y-g-g-g-gen Don't they know that they borin'? Don't they know that I yawn Only time they excitin' is when they're mentionin' Shawn You seen "Single White Female" when she dyed her hair blond? Sometimes I look at these rappers, the movie remind me of them Somebody turn these boys off Don't they know that I'm on Can't they see that it's foolish to try to kill me with songs? What the fuck are they Lauryn? you "Killing Me Softly" You talk me to death, only thing you could do to him I opened the door for them, what else could I do? These niggas want me to walk for them But somebody talk to them before I go off on them... (Chorus) (Verse 2: Jay-Z) I taught 'em 'bout fishscale, they want me to fish for them They want me to catch, clean... and cook up the dish for them All of this just for them or they got a diss for him They want me to disappear, like it's gon' shift for them They say that I'm in the way, they want me to sit for them But what they admitting is, they ain't got shit for him And really the fact is, we not in the same bracket not in the same league, don't shoot at the same baskets Don't pay the same taxes, hang with the same bitches So how am I in the way, what is it I'm missin'? Nigga I been missin', nigga I been gone The shit that you just witnessin' end, I been on And as for the critics, tell me I don't get it Everybody could tell you how to do it, they never did it Now these niggas is mad, oh, they call me a camel But I mastered the drought, what the fuck, I'm an animal Half man, half mammal My sign is a Sag, this is just what I planned to do Oh don't be maddddd (Chorus) (Verse 3) I'm in the Hall already, on The Wall already I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already On another level, on another plane already H-O-V, I got my own lane, already (already) ..I done cooked up "The Roc" already So why the fuck can't y'all get hot already? (already) Put your name in the pot already Niggas compare me with Biggie & 'Pac already (already) Like I'm gone already And I am, nigga I'm "Already Home" already (already) If y'all can't already see I ain't worried bout y'all cuz I'm already me Yea...do you already Enough with the complainin', boo-hoos already ...Eat food already Ain't nothin' given, you gotta claim your shoes already Yea So in summation, I don't know who you racin' I'm already at the finish line with the flag wavin' c'mon (Chorus: 2x) edited by Dean Jones |
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from Jay-Z - American Gangster (2007)
(Marvin Gaye) dreamed of you this morning than came the dawn and i thought that you were here with me if you could only see how much you mean that's all, thats all (Chorus - Marvin Gaye) (Verse 1) this is the shit you dream about with the homies steaming out back back backing the beamers out seems as our plan to get a grant to go off to college then pan have even out we need it now--we need a town, we need a place to pitch we need a +mound+ for now im just a lazy boy day dreamin' in my lazy boy and the cloud of smoke and it playing is Marvin momma forgive me i should be thinking 'bout harboring but thats too far away and niggas is starving aint nothing wrong with my aim just gotta change the target i got dreams of bagging snitoes besides the pillow i see pies everytime my eyes glidoes i see rides sixes i gotta get those life's a bitch i hope to not make it a widow (Chorus - Marvin Gaye) (Verse 2) you see your life right there and it seems right there and it's not quite near it's not like we're professionals moving the decimals know where to cop? (Naw) got a connect (No) who in the F knows how to be successful need a personal Jesus im in to pectual you says the texture it's all in the stars it's like Tony LaRussa how you played the +Cards+ ya aint f**king with me, the ironies are at all cost better before he gets bars now lets start on your mark get set let's go heat up the car going in circles this a vicious cycle this is a crash course this aint high school wake up monday dreaming again your a reality show, let the season begin (Chorus - Marvin Gaye) step one in his proccess scramble up in your projects and head to the heights where big coke is proccessed gotta convince them that you not from the precent please speak slow cause he don't speaky no english if he takes it light got in a couple of trips and your money is straight, he's gon' give you consignment now in the game where only time could tell survive the droubts i wish you well survive the droubts i wish you well? how sick am i, i wish you health i wish you wheels i wish you wealth i wish you insight so you could see for your self you could see the signs when the jackers is scheaming and the cops is coming you could read their minds you could see from behind you could re-define the game as we know it one dream at a time i'm american dreamin' (Chorus - Marvin Gaye) |
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from Jay-Z - American Gangster (2007)
I'm from the 80's, Home of the heroine, Error of the hustlers, uh The world is my custy New rich porter The way I flip quarters Front on all these other rap artists, but me Momma was a mink wearer, Papa ran numbers So it's plain to see, where my whole plan come from American dream, I'm living the life still The way I shine is like a zillion dollar light bill Still I'm grinding, army jacket lining 40 below timbs on, getting my M's on My best friends gone, I seen bad days Still find songs that I hear him on Getting my Mary J. Blige Reminisce on I hear his voice in my mind, like, nigga live on So I get on that fly shit I been on Spin on corners in enzo with rims on But for info, puffin on Endo-Nesia Give me amnesia I ease up, that right, I'm high nigga I want the sky, The world when I'm done I'm give it to my sons Let 'em live it up, split it up, switch it up, Sixes kit it up, man I did it up, done The rest of my belongings belong in the hall of fame, a list of hits next to all my names I came, if the sky should fall And it all goes tomorrow, and they foreclose on the house and auction off all my cars Don't cry for me Argentina, I mobbed the beamer Took trips abroad, got mobbed in Sardina In Ibiza I had pizza in the club Ladies know I'm that guy, they wanna piece of my love Now they wanna ya boy like Mike in his prime Billie Jean the goddamn boy ain't mine And the Roc break up, had the people losing hope Can't lie they had Muhammad Hovi on the ropes Now I'm back in the go mode, back in the go-go's Throwing the diamond up, repping the logo Rose gold rose flow, I'm okay though What Don't kill me makes stronger than before so Here we go and I'm not domino When it all falls down, I'm like Kanye's jaw I might break but I don't fold, till I hold the sky in my hand Yeah that's my goal And then I bid you Freddy Adu Prodigal Child, y'all not ready for the future Then I disappear in the Bermuda Triangle My name will be viewed such Here's to the man that refused to give up I want the sky nigga, Chuuuuuuch |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[Jay-Z]
Uh huh yea, yeah Duro! You gotta let it bump Uh, uh, uh like dat yeah Come on bring the chorus in 1 - I'd risk everything For one kiss, everything Yes I'd do anything (Anything?) Anything for you I뭗 do a bid, loose a rib, bust a cap, trustin' that Run up to heaven doors, exchange my life for yours Leave a steak out the door, mi casa, su casa Just remember to turn the lights off in the hall My brother from anotha pop, minus one shot We Neno and G-Money man, we all we got From the stoop to the big dudes, stoppin' us from playin' hoops And us gettin mad, throwin' rocks off the roof Straight thuggin' man, I thought we would never progress But look at us now man, we're young execs My nigga Dame, my nigga Biggs, my nigga Tah My nigga Ja, my nigga Gotti We embody all that뭩 right with the world No matter how pretty she is, you never likin' my girl That's how we run, when you ain뭪 around I'll spank ya son, keep him in line If you should die, I뭠l keep him like mine God forbid, keep this in mind, my nigga Repeat 1 Repeat 1 I know mama, your little baby But these streets raised me crazy Product of my environment, nothing can save me Thanks for letting me bloom for your wisdom for your womb For the roof over my head, for my shoes, for my bed For the most important lesson in life was when you said "Strive for what you believe in, set goals and you can achieve them" Thanks for the days you kept me breathing when my asthma was bad And my chest was weezin', thanks for the look of love Just as I was leavin' On nights you thought that I wouldn't come back That left you grieving' Thanks for holdin' down the household when times was bad As the man, I apologize for my dad When the rent was due, you would hustle like a pimp would do That wasn뭪 the life meant for you You뭨e a queen, you deserve the cream Everything that gleamed, everything that shines Everything that뭩 mine Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Check it out, uh, uh Dear nephews, I뭢 writing' this with no pen or a pad And I뭢 signing it, ya uncle, ya best friend, and ya dad Don't look back if you fall and you뭨e feeling bad I뭢 right there from your cut to when you peelin' the scab If it comes a time when you ain뭪 feelin' your real dad Put my face on his body don뭪 wait for nobody Don뭪 follow no nigga, that's hoe shit man Stand on your own two, do your shit man The world is yours Some girls are nice some girls are whores Don't listen to your crew Do what works for you Standin' back from situations gives you the perfect view You see the snakes in the grass and you wait on their ass Bite your tongue for no one and whatever is said Take it how they want, a closed mouth don't get fed, You know my number when it뭩 code red if you're wrong my nigga You뭨e my nephew, fuck it we get it on my lil nigga Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Jay-Z - Anything [single] (2000)
[chorus]
I'd risk everything Oh, I'd risk everything Yes i'd do anything, anything Anything for you I do a bid loose a rib Bust a cap trustin' that Run up the heaven doors exchange my life for yours Leave a steak out the door mi casa, su casa Just remembered to turn the lights off in the hall My brother from anotha pop minus one shot We need em for G-Money man we all we got From the stoop to the big dudes stoppin' us from playin' hoops And us gettin mad throwin' rocks off the roof Straight thuggin' man i thought we would never progress But look at us now man we're young execs My nigga Dame my nigga Biggs my nigga Tah my nigga Ja my nigga Gotti we're the body oh its right with the world No matter how pretty she is you never likin' my girl That's how we run when you aint around I'll spank ya son keep him line If you should die i'll keep him like mine God forbid keep this in mind my nigga [chorus] Mama's lil baby but these streets raised me crazy Product of my enviroment nothing can save me Thanks for letting me bloom for your wisdom for your womb For the roof over my head for my shoes, for my bed For the most important lesson in life was when you said: 'Strive for what you believe in, set goals and you can achieve them' Thanks for the days you kept me breathin' when my asthma was bad and my chest was weezin' Thanks for the look of love Just as i was leavin' some nights, you thought that i wouldn't come back I left you grievin' thanks for holdin' down the household When times were bad as a man, i apoligize for my dad When the rent was due you would hustle like a pimp would do That wasnt the life meant for you your a queen you deserve the cream everything that gleams everything that shines Everything thats mine [chorus] Dear nephews i'm writin' this, wit no pen or a pad And i'm signin' it ya uncle, ya bestfriend, and ya dad Don't look at before when your feelin' bad i'm righ there For when you cut to when you peelin' a scab if it comes a time And you aint feelin' your real dad put my face on his body Dont wait for nobody Don't follow no nigga that's hoe shit man Stand on your own two Do your shit man the world is yours Some girls are nice Some girls are whores Don't listen to your crew Do what works for you standin' back away from situations gives you the perfect view You see the snakes in the grass then you wait on there ass Bite your tongue for no one and whatever is said take it how they want a closed mouth don't get fed you know my number when it's code red or if you're wrong, my nigga Your my nephew fuck it we get it on my lil nigga [chorus] |
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from Jay-Z - Anything [single] (2000)
[chorus]
I'd risk everything Oh, I'd risk everything Yes i'd do anything, anything Anything for you I do a bid loose a rib Bust a cap trustin' that Run up the heaven doors exchange my life for yours Leave a steak out the door mi casa, su casa Just remembered to turn the lights off in the hall My brother from anotha pop minus one shot We need em for G-Money man we all we got From the stoop to the big dudes stoppin' us from playin' hoops And us gettin mad throwin' rocks off the roof Straight thuggin' man i thought we would never progress But look at us now man we're young execs My nigga Dame my nigga Biggs my nigga Tah my nigga Ja my nigga Gotti we're the body oh its right with the world No matter how pretty she is you never likin' my girl That's how we run when you aint around I'll spank ya son keep him line If you should die i'll keep him like mine God forbid keep this in mind my nigga [chorus] Mama's lil baby but these streets raised me crazy Product of my enviroment nothing can save me Thanks for letting me bloom for your wisdom for your womb For the roof over my head for my shoes, for my bed For the most important lesson in life was when you said: 'Strive for what you believe in, set goals and you can achieve them' Thanks for the days you kept me breathin' when my asthma was bad and my chest was weezin' Thanks for the look of love Just as i was leavin' some nights, you thought that i wouldn't come back I left you grievin' thanks for holdin' down the household When times were bad as a man, i apoligize for my dad When the rent was due you would hustle like a pimp would do That wasnt the life meant for you your a queen you deserve the cream everything that gleams everything that shines Everything thats mine [chorus] Dear nephews i'm writin' this, wit no pen or a pad And i'm signin' it ya uncle, ya bestfriend, and ya dad Don't look at before when your feelin' bad i'm righ there For when you cut to when you peelin' a scab if it comes a time And you aint feelin' your real dad put my face on his body Dont wait for nobody Don't follow no nigga that's hoe shit man Stand on your own two Do your shit man the world is yours Some girls are nice Some girls are whores Don't listen to your crew Do what works for you standin' back away from situations gives you the perfect view You see the snakes in the grass then you wait on there ass Bite your tongue for no one and whatever is said take it how they want a closed mouth don't get fed you know my number when it's code red or if you're wrong, my nigga Your my nephew fuck it we get it on my lil nigga [chorus] |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
We're the ones with the flame (Yeah)
We're the fire that remains (Turn Rell up a little bit) We're controllin' the game from now on (Huh) Yeah! It's the world reknown Internationally connected Locally accepted Roc-A-Fella Records Don't get it confused (Roc, baby) Doin' what we do (It's The Roc, baby) B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek (You understand) Introducin' It's Young C (Young C!) Home of Philly, young and hungry All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me And every hood in the world discussin' me I hated once when I didn't give it up to Neef It's Neef Buck (Neef Buck!) Out the cut (Out the cut!) All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us They can't fuck with us AAAWWWWWW I'm the one Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows To do with your ho all wrapped in one I'm not done Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done The one to cop one, come back for another one Quick fast, like rapid refund I'm the grrrrrrr mean green out the money machine I'm not done I'm Omilio, and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood And you like it All those haters talkin shit we don't like it We love it That black mask, black glove shit Roll up on him don't budge, bitch With my mack, and my tech And my vest, just like that For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring (rrriinngg) together As one AAAWWWWW It's young Free Move, workin' the wheel Hand jerkin' the V Busters don't let you crossed the line Thinkin I'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his cuz Thinkin them slugs'll fly Call me P.C. Tempers feelin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the wheel The fitted tilt to the left The shirt blend with the sweats Your girls skirts invest She undressin', don't stare Check the picture nigga I'm the one Young H-O, a game of one What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung Listen hon, twist one, this Armi, sip some It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151 When I'm done Make a run with The Roc Rock Air Force 1's Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come Through customs, cops can't bust him It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it No, we love it I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it You can't fuck wit Young Easy, I on the Just Blaze production You get nothin' We get enough spins Can't stop us from coppin bottles while we clubbin' It's the R-O-C forever, tell the public, huh! Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring (rrriinngg) together As one AAAWWWWW |
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from Missy Elliott - Under Construction [Explicit Version] (2002)
"Brothers and sisters!
Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!" Whassup Missy? Timbo! This is.. another.. Missy Hip-Hop! Yes! Elliott, exclusive Yes, uhh One for the butters, I came from the gutter No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans Me and Missy be the new +Tag Team+ "Whoomp! There It Is" We like, Rae & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz We "Public Enemy #1," our "Uzi Weighs a Ton" This is our house, RUN! [laughing] What happened to those good old days? {HA?} When hip-hop, was so much fun Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all (c'mon) And no one, came through with a gun It was all about the music y'all It helped.. to relieve some stress {HA?} Ohh, we was under one groove y'all (y'all) So much love {HA?} between North and West *Go back in the day British Knights and gold chains Do the prep and cabbage patch And wear your laces all fat Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey Hip-Hop has chaaaanged Remember when we used to battle? (uh-huh) On the block {HA?} before the lights came on Ohh! Mama said we would be straight A kids (c'mon) If we did our homework, like we knew those songs Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E. {HA?} D.M.C, and Heavy D Yes! Daddy Kane, Slick Rick too (oh-OOH!) MC Lyte ("Paper Thin") opened, doors for you and me, c'mon *repeat Young! J. Bizzy, let's do it again nigga Grew up the way it oughta be From day KRS-One all the way up to "Nineteen Naughty Three" To M.O.P., we "Cold as Ice" Nigga we rock it from the "Dre Day" to the Suge Knight So fuck Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally nigga Post Biggie and 'Pac I gotta hold down the city Make a nigga wanna 'holla' like Missy, but fuck it Just let a nigga MC The best rapper alive, unquestionably If you rip on your +EP+ you gonna need an +MD+ So "You Gots to Chill" cause I "Kill at Will" like solid water dude; y'all niggaz don't get it "Kill at Will," solid water? Ice Cube Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin Ra as the National God Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid FRESH I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol HAT Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA Okay, me, that nigga Jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA *repeat I wanna, go back in, time (let's go) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time Feels like I (Y'all remember "Self Destruction"?) I wanna, go back in, time (Where all the rap artists got on a record together?) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time (I used to love them days, no tension, let's go!!) *repeat |
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from Jay-Z - Kingdom Come (2006)
Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up
30 odd years without having my cake up So I'm bout my paper 24/7, 365, 366 in a leap year I don't know why we here Since we got a beat here Life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair) Went from having shabby clothes To crossing over Abbey Road Hear my angels singing to me (are you happy Hov?) I just hope I'm hearing right Karma's got me fearing life Khalik are you praying for me See I got demons in my past so I got daughters on the way If the prophecy's correct than the child shall have to pay For the sins of the father So I barter my tomorrows against my yesterdays In hopes that she'll be O.K. And when I'm no longer here To shade her face from the glare I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter And a new beach chair (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream to me Gun shots sing to these Other guys but lullabies don't mean a thing to me I'm not afraid of dyin' I'm afraid of not tryin' Everyday hit every wave like I'm Hawaiian I don't surf the net No I never been on Myspace Too busy letting my voice vibrate Carving out my space In this world of fly girls Cut throats in diamond cut ropes I twirls Business round corners where the sun don't shine I let the wheels give a glimpse of hope in ones grind Some said "Hov how you get so fly?" I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky My physical's a shell so when I say farewell My soul will find an even higher plane to dwell So fly you shall so have no fear Just know that life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair) (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream Life is but a dream can't mimic my life I'm the thinnest cut slice Intercut, the Winner's Cup Where winter's rough enough to interrupt life That's why I'm both saint and sinner...nice This is Jay every day no compromise No compass comes with this life just eyes So to map it out you must look inside Sure books can guide you but your heart defines you chica The corazon is what brought us home In great shape like Heidi Klum, maricon, I am on Permanent vaca', life is but a beach chair Song's like a Hallmark card until you reach here So till she's here And she's declared The heir I will prepare A blueprint for you to print a map for you to get back A guide for your eyes So you won't lose scent I'll make a stink for you to think I ink these verses Full of prose so you won't get conned out of 2 cents My last will and testament I leave my heir My share of Roc-a-fella Records and a shiny new beach chair (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream (I hear my angels sing) (I hear my angels sing) (I hear my angels sing) |
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from Jay-Z - Kingdom Come (2006)
Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up
30 odd years without having my cake up So I'm bout my paper 24/7, 365, 366 in a leap year I don't know why we here Since we got a beat here Life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair) Went from having shabby clothes To crossing over Abbey Road Hear my angels singing to me (are you happy Hov?) I just hope I'm hearing right Karma's got me fearing life Khalik are you praying for me See I got demons in my past so I got daughters on the way If the prophecy's correct than the child shall have to pay For the sins of the father So I barter my tomorrows against my yesterdays In hopes that she'll be O.K. And when I'm no longer here To shade her face from the glare I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter And a new beach chair (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream to me Gun shots sing to these Other guys but lullabies don't mean a thing to me I'm not afraid of dyin' I'm afraid of not tryin' Everyday hit every wave like I'm Hawaiian I don't surf the net No I never been on Myspace Too busy letting my voice vibrate Carving out my space In this world of fly girls Cut throats in diamond cut ropes I twirls Business round corners where the sun don't shine I let the wheels give a glimpse of hope in ones grind Some said "Hov how you get so fly?" I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky My physical's a shell so when I say farewell My soul will find an even higher plane to dwell So fly you shall so have no fear Just know that life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair) (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream Life is but a dream can't mimic my life I'm the thinnest cut slice Intercut, the Winner's Cup Where winter's rough enough to interrupt life That's why I'm both saint and sinner...nice This is Jay every day no compromise No compass comes with this life just eyes So to map it out you must look inside Sure books can guide you but your heart defines you chica The corazon is what brought us home In great shape like Heidi Klum, maricon, I am on Permanent vaca', life is but a beach chair Song's like a Hallmark card until you reach here So till she's here And she's declared The heir I will prepare A blueprint for you to print a map for you to get back A guide for your eyes So you won't lose scent I'll make a stink for you to think I ink these verses Full of prose so you won't get conned out of 2 cents My last will and testament I leave my heir My share of Roc-a-fella Records and a shiny new beach chair (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose Life is but a dream (I hear my angels sing) (I hear my angels sing) (I hear my angels sing) |
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from R. Kelly, Jay-Z - Unfinished Business (2004)
[Chorus - R. Kelly] Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin We got chicks in swimsuits modelin We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low The way the wrist shine it's so magical You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!) Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov With the second comin of Best Of Both In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin? [Verse 1 - Jay-Z] (R. Kelly) Big chips! Big trips to Vegas nigga Big cribs and the whips is spacious (Uh huh) Any day they could dig your grave Shit, So Big is my inspiration, dig No reward that's the risk is taken In which case you niggaz wouldn't wanna switch places I on the other hand relish the situation Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious I went overboard, look at this big bracelet I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it From the time that I bought it I just replaced it I risk cases for shit like this, nigga I pray for some shit like this Word to my Uncle Ray, who gave us life for some shit like this Ma you rollin I'm as real as it gets [Chorus - R. Kelly] [Verse 2 - R. Kelly] Big chips! I can't take this The way you move your ass slow like Matrix You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas Before I toss chips first, get naked I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it Superstar honey, so mean and vicious Got a lot and comin, I'm so mean and vicious Bark bark farmer, this chicken layin platinum ex-farmer (preach!) So go low mama, give it a go As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio! Girl you so good I'm swervin like whoa! whoa! Uh oh! Uh uh oh! from the club to the stretch Out the stretch to the Hotel, into the hotel suite! [Chorus - R. Kelly] [Verse 3 - Jay-Z] Big chips! I'm a boss I said Tilt my hat and I cross my legs Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread And the pigeons start flockin, ballin like Bishop (?) And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him So any gunplay that is an option I been doin this since niggaz was woppin Rockin Izods with the matchin socks, and Slap boxin in the back park and when the girls start watchin Try to get real, you had to drop 'em See I ain't never been a fronter Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number Either you're comin or I one ya Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya You play pretty if you wanna [Chorus - R. Kelly] [Bridge - R. Kelly] All around the world, stop where the sun sets Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) You wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) Say we goin around the world, stop where the sun sets Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) Do you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) [Outro - R. Kelly] Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya, Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters What's really good, we in the islands chillin in the shade and shit you know Blue waters, yellow sand, uh Either I'm high or, I think I just saw a dolphin |
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from Jay-Z - Anything [single] (2000)
[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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[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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from Jay-Z - Jay-Z Unplugged [live] (2001)
[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 cheese 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 cheese 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 cheese 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 cheese 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 [Jay-Z] On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee MTV jam of the week Made my money quick then back to the streets but Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray... Standin on the corner of my block hustlin Still gettin that cane half what I paid slippin right through customs It'll sell by night its extra white... I got so many grams if the man find out it will land me in jail for life But im still big pimpin spendin chesse with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up Jigga Man that's what's up Chorus |
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from Jay-Z, Linkin Park - Collision Course (2006)
Ha Ha
You're wasting your talent, Randy It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right Why does it look like night today? Something inside's not right today. Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I got left I don't know what stressed me first Or how the pressure was fed But I know just what it feels like To have a voice in the back of my head It's ike a face that I hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes Face watches every time I lie Face that laughs every time they fall And watches everything So I know that when it's time to sink or swim That the face inside is hearing me Right underneath my skin It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right 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 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 (b...) |
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from Jay-Z - Big Pimpin [single] (2000)
[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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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
{Let's describe A certain female}
{Let's describe A certain female} {Let's describe A certain {scratching female fe-fe-fe-fe-fe- fe-fe-female} BITCH! You know my name and the company I own {*BITCH} You like my style,and you smell my colonge{*BITCH} Don't try to act like my track record ain't known {*BITCH} You probably gotta couple CD's in your home {*BITCH} Don't make me say it twice you actin' all uptight,or sididdty like,like,like You ain't a {*Scratching bitch} I ain't no ballplayer you ain't gon get pregnant get hit off and slid for the neighbors take off to go off to work so just take off your shirt don't hit me with that church shit {*BITCH} I gotta sister who school me to shit you chickens do trickin'fools gotta whole Robin Givens crew that i kick it to they be hippin'dudes how you chickens move, I be listenin'to {*BITCH,BITCH,BITCH} Don't make me say it TWWICE you actin'all uptight or sididdty like,like you ain't a {*BITCH} You ain't no betta,cause you don't be Fuckin'rappers you only Fuckin'with Actors you still gettin' Fucked BACKWARDS {*BITCH} unless you Fucked a dude on his own ? not the way he dribble the ball or draw lyrics your a {SCRATCHING BITCH,BITCH,BITCH} No Ma you A {SCRATCHING BITCH}That's Real {SCRATCHING BITCH}Chiyeah {Let's describe A certain female} {Let's describe A certain female} {Let's describe A certain {JAY-Z TALKING}SAY JAY-Z WHY YOU GOTTA GO DISRESPECT THE WOMEN FOR HUHHH Sisters get respect,Bitches get what they deserve, Sisters work hard,Bitches work you nervous, Sisters hold you down,Bitches hold you up, Sisters help you progress,Bitches'll slow you up, Sisters cook up a meal play they role with the kidz,Bitches in the street with the nose in ya biz, Sisters tell the truth,Bitches tell lies, Sisters drive cars,Bitches wanna ride Sisters give up the ass,Bitches give up the ass Sisters do it slow,Bitches do it fast Sisters do they dirt outside of where they live,Bitches have niggas all up in your crib, Sisters tell you quick you betta check ya homie,Bitches don't give a fuck they wanna check for ya homie,Sisters love Jay cause they know how hov is I LOVE MY SISTER I DON'T LOVE NO BITCH {SCRATCHING BITCH} BITCH!!!!!! |
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from Jay-Z - American Gangster (2007)
Roc a fella records The imperial skateboard P Great Hova Ya'll already know what it is C'mon Yeah So what if you flip a couple words I could triple at in birds Open your mind you see the circus in the sky I'm Ringling brothers Barnum Bailey with the pies No matter how you slice it I'm your mother fucking guy And just like a B boy with 360 waves Do the same with the pot Still come back beige Whether right or south paw Whether pot or a jar Whip it around It still comes back hard So easily do I W H I P My repitition with riches will bring the kilo business I got kreole C O bitches for my niggas who slipped Became prisoners Treat's taped to the visitors You already know what the business is Unnecessary commissary boy we live this shit Niggas Wanna bring the 80s back That's okay with me that's where they made me at Except I write on the wall I write my name in the history books hustling in the hall Nah spin on my head I spin work in the pots So I can spend my bread And I'm getting it I'm getting it I aint talking about it I'm living it I'm getting it straight getting it Get get get get get get get get it boy Don't waste your time fighting the law state your voice and you'll understand Get it boy This 87 state of mind that I'm in In my prime so for that time I'm Rakim If it wasn't for the crime that I was in But I wouldn't be the guy who's rhymes it is that i'm in No pay no profit P I'll repeat it to show you where the pot is Cherry M3s with the top back Red and green Gs all on my hat North beach leathers Matching Gucci sweater Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together Whatever hundred for the diamond chain Can't you tell that I came from the dope game Blame Reagan for making me into a monster Blame Oliver north and Iran Contra I ran contraband that they sponsored Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert And I'm getting it I'm getting it I aint talking about it I'm living it I'm getting it straight getting it Get get get get get get get get it boy Don't waste your time fighting the law state your voice and you'll understand Get it boy Push money over broads you got it Fuck Bush Chef guess what I cooked Baked a lot of bread And kept it off the books Rockstars Look Way before the bars my picture was getting took Feds they like wack rappers Try as they may they couldn't get me on the hook D A wanna indicte me Cause fish scales in my veins like a pisces The pirecs pot roll up my sleeves Turn one into two like a Siamese twin when it end Imma stand as a man never dying on my knees Last of a dying breed So let the champagne pop I partied for a while now back to the Block And I'm getting it I'm getting it I aint talking about it I'm living it I'm getting it straight getting it Get get get get get get get get it boy Don't waste your time fighting the law state your voice and you'll understand Get it boy |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
Yeah, yeah..
Uhh, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen Momma loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me, Annie dressed me Eric fought me, made me tougher Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong Streets gave me all I write in the song Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up East Trenton grew me, had me skippin school Valencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin moves Momma raised me, pop I miss you God help me forgive him I got some issues Mickey cleaned my ears, Annie shampooed my hair Eric was fly - shit, I used to steal his gear I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong Yeah it's goin past fast - let's move along Kitchen table - that's where I honed my skills Jaz made me believe the shit was real Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee Clark sought me out, Dame believed Primo laced me, Ski did too "Reasonable Doubt" - classic, shoulda went triple Momma loved me, pop left me Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me banana puddin, what's in the hood then Puffin on L's, drinkin pink champelle Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s locked Biggs fucked with a nigga, whassup Hoff'? B-High hated the fact I put rap to the back Money pourin in, clientele growin now Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down October 21st, Lavelle came to the world Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay loves you to death won't let no trouble come your way Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember? Tell your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra And your son too - there's nothin I won't do Unless you was me, how could you judge me? I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me Talked to me rudely; cause I'm young rich and I'm black and live in a movie, not livin by rules New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews Bleek you're still with me - nigga what did I say? The time is comin; you one hit away Beans I ain't tryin to change you - just give you some game to make the transition, from the street to the fame My momma loves me.. |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that (Jay-Z won't hold my hand no more)
Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that Jay-Z that, Jay-Z this (Jay-Z won't give e no money) Get off Jay-Z dick What y'all niggas get front page articles, y'all mention Jay- Z name (This thing on?) Jay-Z, Jay-Z, in Jay-Z news I understand what y'all trying to do I brought the flutes this time, though I unleashed the flutes on them, guru Gimme some more music in the headphone Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening Let's do this thing (let's do it right this time) C'mon H, O V A I got my mojo back baby, oh behave Naw, naw, don't be afraid Y'all and your articles, hard to spit at Jay Y'all from afar threw thoughts my way What you thought, I would naught have nothing to say? Nope! Y'all fell into the booby trap I set the trap just to see dude react, and now And now you'se can't leave You opened the door god, I'm at you annually And I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is But you can't give cred to anything dude says Same dude to give you ice and you owe him some head (Shortyyyy!) It's time to wake up the dead You sound a little naive in them articles that I read *H, O V A The Blueprint 2 baby, on the way H, O V A I got my mojo back baby, oh behave * Repeat Can't y'all, see that he's fake, the rap version of TD jakes Prophesizing on your CDs and tapes Won't break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes And this is with whom you want to place your faith? I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line Donating proceeds off every ticket sold When I was out on the road, that's how you judge Hov, no? Ain't I supposed to be absorbed myself? Every time there's a tragedy, I'm the first one to help They call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects These dudes is all politics, depositing checks they put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lot of lip And y'all buy the shit, caught up in the hype Cause the nigga wear a coofie, it don't mean that he bright Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write Is it "Oochie Wally Wally" or is it "One Mic"? Is it "Black Girl Lost" or shorty owe you for ice? I've been real all my life, they confuse it with conceit Since I will not lose, they try to help him cheat But I will not lose, for even in defeat There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens it up for me When the grass is cut, the snakes will show I gotta thank the little homie Nas for that though Saving me the hassle of speaking to half of these assholes And I'ma let karma catch up to Jaz-O, whoa I'm back before you had a chance to miss me My mama can't save you this time, niggas is history Who you know flow vicious as me? Yet so religiously, that's why they call me ov I get the spoils cause the victor is me (me, nigga) You're an actor, you're not who you're picted to be The street dreamin, all y'all niggas living through me I gave you life when niggas was forgetting ou emcee I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee I'm Big Dog, Glenn Rob, listen God you a flea And the little homey Jungle is a garden to me What's the problem B? You not as hard as me Nigga hard as we, nigga R O C, nigga That's why they follow me, they feel my pain and my agony, nigga I won't rest till you on one knee You want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga Until you on one knee, you want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga * Repeat (x2) |
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from O.C. - Half Good, Half Sinner (2010)
(feat. Jay-Z)
[O.C.] Yo, fuck having my neck dripped, with jewels that don't mean shit This man behind his rhyme is the nigga that's slick Licking my thumbs, counting papers from my street-smart wigs In the club we ?hub rows? taking some flicks Pushing the same whips niggas got with platinum stacks Two LP's far from gold, you people think I'm selling crack Nah, they see me living with a smile on my face And if you see me in the spot I'm down low in the place Sipping my liquor, Remi Martin running through my liver Sucking, all in and feels, the shit tastes bitter Having fun, for that particular time and date I feel I'm almost to the point, so I calmly skate Fuck all the broads, fuck all the cats who appluad my name Who wouldn't give me no love if I wasn't in the game I'm full of suprises, analyze the all wise Ricarders protect my eyes when I'm dipping On the BQ my Benz see through Fuck tints, I'm live nigga, and so is my people Half of me is godly, the other half is evil So if it comes down to it, I'm strapped and we do it, feel me [Jay-Z] Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bonafied thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood to bleed, I believe because [x2] [O.C.] Yo, I try to live my life right, Earth is like the tree of life Tempted by the forbidden fruit of my face, I want to take a bite of it It looks sweet, making my mouth water, then I thought Of a foul thought of filming somebody daughter on camcorder She of age but her mind's in the cage Fuck my man and my man and my man, for no wage Savage cause, Devil's got me locked by the balls Inside my soul, good and evil fighting a war Mixed feelings like Remi and cranberry a man How will he fall if I shoot him dead where he stand? I'm thinking like Charles Manson, dreaming of Marilyn Manson Praying over my grave, deep with the klansman Roots of evil coming in shapes and forms I cannot identify what's right or what's wrong All I know is sometimes I fiend for dough, fiend for clothes And fiend for hoes backstage at my shows, uh [Jay-Z] Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bonafied thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood to bleed, I believe because [x2] [O.C.] Yo, life is full of lessons that we all must learn Take head and pay attention cause of drastic turn Can be just around the corner, waiting coming dead on In the pit, so how ya living in the path you're on It's in the cards being dealt, I want the best for me It's Love, Hell or Right, O.C. has a destiny To be the best that I can be, that means giving my all I'm too intelligent and bright to be taking a fall I'm 20 some odd years old, young, black, and I'm fars I'm living to see some grandkids and die of natural cause Retire somewhere living in the Keys of Fla. Sipping on Coors, all in happy, spitting tobacco from my jaws The price of hard living, hard work, granted you're given a chance y'all Succeed and advance far Taking advantage, opportunities is right in your face Avoided unless driven to murder was the case, uh [Jay-Z] Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bonafied thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood to bleed, I believe because [x2] |
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from Lenny Kravitz 9집 - Black And White America (2011)
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from R. Kelly, Jay-Z - Unfinished Business (2004)
Make up, and break up
That's all we do Then we have sex, next thing you know Everything is cool Best of Both Worlds! Holla at your boy Like we always do about this time Uh-huh, yeah I know what you doin' ma Tryin to get in an argument with me so I can Do my mad thing, you want me to do my mad thing I understand, c'mon! [Chorus] Seems we're always arguing, but Right after the arguing we have, sex And somehow it's the best, yes Seems we're always arguing, but Right after the arguing we have, sex And somehow it's the best girl Gangsta love, gangsta love Think about it while the streets you roam It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home Sex is always better fresh off a vendetta We break up or break you off then we right back together Then this brand new leathers and Caroline Aurera Marijuana, white wine, somewhere under the weather Like we sick but we fine, shit we couldn't feel better Just some sunshine in mind lookin fine as ever Who got a mouth on her, woo, she put some words together Sometimes'll make a nigga wanna leave, but when we make up [Chorus] Woo! Boy talk boy! Break up to make up baby Seems that's all we do darlin' But no one wants to walk out the door After all of the holla'n Cursing and fighting And me sleeping on the couch In the midst of our stormy weather Sex brings the sun out After I hit that there Seems we don't have a care Sex makes you say I'm sorry And things like I'm not goin' nowhere It's somethin' bout the P-U-S-S-Y That keeps brother in check, even I Even if you was a pimp you couldn't survive Without the H-E-L-P to provide you [Chorus] Think about it while the streets you roam It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home Remember that night? You was all like Maybe we should go our separate ways for life I hit the lights fit you tight at the lil' place right I hit it right you look me right in the eyes like psych You was goin' through your act 'til I caught you in the sack And I made you relax when I (hit it hard from the back) Yeah now we back friends And the next time you need some sex counselin', we [Chorus] Seems we're always arguing, but Right after the arguing we have, sex Sex with best friends From the bathroom to the kitchen (we sex) From the kitchen to living room (we sex) From the living room to upstairs (we sex) Upstairs to the attic (we sex) Attic to the basement (we sex) From the basement to the car garage (we sex) Garage to the back of the Jeep (we sex) Bicycle to the treadmill (we sex) Even over by the dirty lawnmower (we sex) The neighbors and the dogs are lookin crazy (we sex) I don't care because you're my baby (we sex) It's our house, and we can have sex (we sex) Anytime we want to (we sex) They can kiss my ass, because whoa-ho-hoo Hey L Don you feel me? Yeah yeah yeah I feel you You and Jay crazy man, but it's all good Let's go La-la-la-la-lah-la-la La-la-la-la-lah-la-la - sex La-la-la-la-lah-la-la La-la-la-la-lah-la-la - sex |
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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 - 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 you know what I'm sayin'? 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 crystals, 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 Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro Spent Spanish wisdoms in a whip with Dinero Crime organized like the pharaoh 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 Liaison 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 farther 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 Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang Yeah, bring it on Yeah, bring it on Yeah, bring it on Yeah, bring it on Bring it on if you think |
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from Notorious (노토리어스) [ost] (2009)
(Fades in)
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn… We go hard… We go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (repeated in background) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (Repeat 6X) Jay-Z: Ard…go hard (Jay-Z) This is black hoodie rap, There's no fear in my eyes where they're lookin at. betta look a map be-sides me not like ta eye fight me not think such a ting is worth a man's life, but if a man tests my stye, I promise he won't like my reply boom bye bye, like Buju I'm crucial I'm a Brooklyn boy, I may take some gettin' used to change snatchin, ain't have it, gotta get it same shit’itd from Brownsville to Great British fatherless child, mama pulled double shifts so the number runners was the only one to hang widdeth before u know it, im in the game bang fiddeth feel no orangatangs peel-deel kid-aps like a ranger is, im dangerous tell me what the name of this shiittt Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (repeated in background) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (Repeat twice) B-R-O-OK! L-Y-N come again! (Repeat) (Jay-Z) I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them I Jack/ I Rob/ I sin, Ah man, I'm Jackie Robinson cept when I run base, I dodge the pen Lucky me, Luckily they didn't get me Now when I bring the Nets I'm the black Branch Ricky From Brooklyn corners, burnin branches of sticky Spread love, Biggie, Brooklyn hippie I pity the fool with jewels like Mr. T, with no his-story, in my borough, they borrow With no intentions of returning to-morrow The Sun don't come out for many, like Annie half orphan, mama never had an abortion papa sorta did, still I managed to live I go hard, I owe it all to the crib now please tell me what the fuck's harder than this? Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (repeated in background) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (Repeat twice) B-R-O-OK! L-Y-N come again! (Repeat) (Santogold) Well Im doin my time due to circumstance Crossed that bridge, face the consequence Once bid 10, now I payed my dues Risk takers we break the rules. Gets so dark, but I see good. Bedstuy stay high in my neck of the woods. Now let it rain now, it's a warning *Brooklyn* let it be sworn in Gotta make you think workin like we blue collar rip it to the core, underneath it all we harder right until we quit, bring it to the floor One step, one step, give it up more the road is rough and the streets a mess got big cash dreams and a sick death wish robbin out the commercial stash to kill the voice screamin in my head Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (repeated in background) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (Repeat twice) B-R-O-OK! L-Y-N come again! (Repeat) Go hard, go hard |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
[Pain In Da Ass]
[*gunshots*] OKAY, I'M RELOADED!!! You motherfuckers, think you big time? Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time! Here come the "Pain"! [*gunshots*] [Jay-Z] Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga) Nigga, how you figure... (how you figure) Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh) The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh) and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that witcha.. [Notorious B.I.G.] .. hit ya, back split ya Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related Most hate it.. [Jay-Z] .. can't fade it While y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin soft on him What's ya name? [Notorious B.I.G.] .. Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet Tryin to push 700's, they ain't made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix (Who?) Motherfucker! [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin out for all Marcy - that's right - you don't stop Bed-Stuy.. you won't stop, nigga! [Jay-Z] What, what, what? Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me? I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV (Jigga) Jay-Z [Notorious B.I.G.] .. and Bigga baby! My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches from 62's, gem stars, my moms dishes Gram choppin, police van dockin D's at my doors knockin [Jay-Z] What? Keep rockin No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit the fuck back with them pistols, blazin Hot like cajun Hotter than even holdin work at the Days Inn with New York plates outside Get up outta there, fuck your ride [Notorious B.I.G.] Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank Wright Leave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right) Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me You're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin me So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place and here's six shots just in case (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Crown Heights...) You don't stop (Brownsville...) You won't stop, nigga! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where we from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Bushwick...) You don't stop (Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggaz! [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah For nine six, the only MC with a flu Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms Stay out my way from here on (CLEAR?) Gone! [Notoriuos B.I.G.] Me and Gutter had two spots The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin "Too Hot" If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two-Pac's Get it? .. Tu-pac's [Jay-Z] Time to separate the pros from the cons The platinum from the bronze That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz A S1 diamond from a eye class don A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?! Brook-Nam, sippin on [Notorious B.I.G.] Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya Mad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya (Hah, what the fuck?) [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Flatbush...) You don't stop (Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (East New York...) You don't stop (Clinton Hill...) You won't stop, nigga! {*"Is Brooklyn in the house?"*} [Outro] Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A. Superbad click, Brook-lyn's Finest, you re-wind this Represetin BK to the fullest |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
OKAY I'M RELOADED
You mother fuckers think you big time fuckin with Jay Z you gon' die big time Here come the Pain Jigga Jigga Bigga Bigga nxxxa how you figure Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us The number one question is can the Feds get us I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters and nxxxaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that witcha hit ya back split ya fick fist fights and lame scuffles Pillow case to your face make the shell muffle Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle fxxk a tussle nickel plated Sprinkle coke on the floor make it drug related Most hate it can't fade it While y'all pump Willie I run up in stunts silly Scared so you sent your little mans to come kill me But on the contrilli I packs the mackmilli Squeezed off on him left them paramedics breathin soft on him What's ya name Who shot ya Mob ties like Sinatra Peruvians tried to do me in I ain't paid them yet Tryin to push 700's they ain't made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit rings too naz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix Who Mother fucker Jay Z and Biggie Smalls nxxxa sxxt ya drawers Where you from Brooklyn goin out for all Marcy that's right you don't stop Bed Stuy you won't stop nxxxa What what what Jay Z Big' Smalls na st ya drawers Brooklyn represent y'all hit you fold You crazy think your little bit of rhymes can play me I'm from Marcy I'm varsity chump you're JV Jigga Jay Z and Bigga baby My Bed Stuy flow's malicious delicious fk three wishes made my road to riches from 62's gem stars my moms dishes Gram choppin police van dockin D's at my doors knockin What Keep rockin No more Mister Nice Guy I twist your st the fk back with them pistols blazin Hot like cajun Hotter than even holdin work at the Days Inn with New York plates outside Get up outta there fk your ride Keep your hands high st gets steeper Here comes the Grim Reaper Frank Wright Leave the keys to your In tegra That's right Chill homie the bitch in the Shoney's told me You're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy you ain't harmin me So pardon me, pass the safe before I blaze the place and here's six shots just in case Jay Z and Biggie Smalls na st ya drawers Where you from Brooklyn goin out to all Crown Heights You don't stop Brownsville You won't stop na Jay Z and Biggie Smalls na st ya drawers Where we from Brooklyn goin out to all Bushwick You don't stop Fort Greene You won't stop naz For nine six the only MC with a flu Yeah I rhyme sick I be what you're tryin to do Made a fortune off Peru extradite china white heron na please like short sleeves I bear arms Stay out my way from here on CLEAR Gone Me and Gutter had two spots The two for five dollar hits the blue tops Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too Hot If Fay' had twins she'd probably have two Pac's Time to separate the pros from the cons The platinum from the bronze That butter soft st from that leather on the Fonz A S1 diamond from a eye class don A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay na huh Brook Nam sippin on Cristal forever play the crib when it's mink weather The MAFIA keep canons in they Marc Buchanans Usually cuatro cinco the shell sink slow tossin ya Mad slugs through your Nautica I'm warnin ya Jay Z and Biggie Smalls na st ya drawers Where you from Brooklyn goin out to all Flatbush You don't stop Redhook You won't stop na JayZ and Biggie Smalls na st ya drawers Where you from Brooklyn goin out to all East New York You don't stop Clinton Hill You won't stop na Is Brooklyn in the house Roc A Fella y'all Junior MAFIA Superbad click Brooklyn's Fines you rewind this Represetin BK to the fullest |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
[Pain In Da Ass]
[*gunshots*] OKAY, I'M RELOADED!!! You motherfuckers, think you big time? Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time! Here come the "Pain"! [*gunshots*] [Jay-Z] Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga) Nigga, how you figure... (how you figure) Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh) The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh) and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that witcha.. [Notorious B.I.G.] .. hit ya, back split ya Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related Most hate it.. [Jay-Z] .. can't fade it While y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin soft on him What's ya name? [Notorious B.I.G.] .. Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet Tryin to push 700's, they ain't made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix (Who?) Motherfucker! [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin out for all Marcy - that's right - you don't stop Bed-Stuy.. you won't stop, nigga! [Jay-Z] What, what, what? Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me? I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV (Jigga) Jay-Z [Notorious B.I.G.] .. and Bigga baby! My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches from 62's, gem stars, my moms dishes Gram choppin, police van dockin D's at my doors knockin [Jay-Z] What? Keep rockin No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit the fuck back with them pistols, blazin Hot like cajun Hotter than even holdin work at the Days Inn with New York plates outside Get up outta there, fuck your ride [Notorious B.I.G.] Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank Wright Leave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right) Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me You're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin me So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place and here's six shots just in case (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Crown Heights...) You don't stop (Brownsville...) You won't stop, nigga! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where we from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Bushwick...) You don't stop (Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggaz! [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah For nine six, the only MC with a flu Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms Stay out my way from here on (CLEAR?) Gone! [Notoriuos B.I.G.] Me and Gutter had two spots The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin "Too Hot" If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two-Pac's Get it? .. Tu-pac's [Jay-Z] Time to separate the pros from the cons The platinum from the bronze That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz A S1 diamond from a eye class don A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?! Brook-Nam, sippin on [Notorious B.I.G.] Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya Mad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya (Hah, what the fuck?) [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Flatbush...) You don't stop (Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (East New York...) You don't stop (Clinton Hill...) You won't stop, nigga! {*"Is Brooklyn in the house?"*} [Outro] Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A. Superbad click, Brook-lyn's Finest, you re-wind this Represetin BK to the fullest |
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from Mariah Carey - Bye Bye [single] (2008)
This is for my peoples who just lost somebody
Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady Put your hand way up high We will never say bye (no, no, no) Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers Lift your head to the sky ′cause we will never say bye As a child there were them times I didn′t get it but you kept me in line I didn′t know why you didn′t show up sometimes It′s something more than saying "I miss you" But when we talked too All them grown folk things Separation brings You never let me know it You never let it show because You loved me and obviously There′s so much more left to say If you were with me today face to face I never knew I could hurt like this And everyday life goes on like "I wish I could talk to you for awhile" "I wish I could find a way try not to cry" As time goes by And soon as you reach a better place Still I′ll give the whole world to see your face And I′m right here next to you It feels like you gone too soon The hardest thing to do is say bye bye (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) Bye bye And you never got the chance to see how good I′ve done And you never got to see me back at number one I wish that you were here to celebrate together I wish that we could spend the holidays together I remember when you used to tuck me in at night With the Teddy Bear you gave to me that I held so tight I thought you were so strong That you can make it through whatever It′s so hard to accept the fact you′re gone forever I never knew I could hurt like this And everyday life goes on like "I wish I could talk to you for awhile" "I wish I could find a way try not to cry" As time goes by And soon as you reach a better place Still I′ll give the whole world to see your face And I′m right here next to you It feels like you gone too soon The hardest thing to do is say bye bye (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) Bye bye This is for my peoples who just lost somebody Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady Put your hand way up high We will never say bye (no, no, no) Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins This is for my peoples who lost their grandfather Lift your head to the sky ′cause we will never say bye I never knew I could hurt like this And everyday life goes on like "I wish I could talk to you for awhile" "I wish I could find a way try not to cry" As time goes by And soon as you reach a better place Still I′ll give the whole world to see your face And I′m right here next to you It feels like you gone too soon The hardest thing to do is say bye bye (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) Bye bye (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) Bye bye |
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from Rush Hour (러시 아워) by Ira Hearshen [ost] (1998)
WHAT?...well fuck you bitch
[Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! [Verse One: Jay-Z] Can I hit in the MORNING without giving you half of my dough And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME? If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings [niggaz] KILL FOR would you STILL ROLL? If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand would you RIDE THEN, if it wasn't DROPPIN? If wasn't ah, eight figure [nigga] by the name of Jigga would you come around naked, would you clown me? If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya put your two lips on my [dick], kiss it - could ya see yourself with a [nigga] workin harder than 9 to 5 contend with six, two jobs to survive, or do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP? Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA If you couldn't see yourself with a [nigga] when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo.. [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Jay-Z] Can I get a WHAT WHAT to these chickens from all of my doves who don't love those, they get no dough [Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP to these fellas from all of my ladies who don't got love for players without dubs? [Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Yeah, not done [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh-uh uh uh [Verse Two: Amil] You ain't gotta be rich but FUNK DAT How a [bitch] gonna get around your BUS PASS ? put this [ass] on your mustache Can you AFFORD ME, my ? ? this, never corny Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the FRONT END, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" [Shit!] I like a, lot of Pravada, Alize and Baca Late nights, candlelight, can I tear the [cock] up Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My, [shit] remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass If you ain't holdin [shit], I dash yo [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me [Ja] Uhh [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah [Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] UHH! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! Yeah [Verse Three: Ja] It ain't even a question how my dough flows, you good if you got those Lady, ride in your bump, like a Tahoe What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho' Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred Makin em feel, taunted even if they don't want it It's been SO LONG since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my women VeVe, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us? If not Boo, you know what, I still got you [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce.. bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wi me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah... |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
Volume 2 ... Hard Knock Life
Track #9 [5:10] Featuring Amil and Ja Rule [Jay-Z] What? Well fuck you... bitch Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! [Jay-Z] Can I hit in the MORNING without givin you half of my dough And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME? If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FOR would you STILL ROLL? If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DRIVIN? If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga would you come around me or would you clown me? If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya see yourself with a nigga workin hard at a 9 to 5 and then ten to six, two jobs to survive, or do you need a BALLER? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP? Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo.. Chorus: repeat 2X [Jay-Z] Can I get a FUCK YOU to these bitches from all of my niggaz who don't love hoes, they get no dough [Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP to these niggaz from all of my bitches who don't got love for niggaz without dubs? [Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uhh, yo bounce wit me [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Yeah, uh-uh uh uh [Amil] You ain't gotta be rich but FUCK THAT How we gonna get around your BUS PASS Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny Ambition makes me, so horny Not the fussin and the frontin If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit! I like a, lot of Pravada, Alize and Vodka Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My, coochie remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass If you ain't holdin, I dash yo Chorus [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me [Ja] Uhh [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah [Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] UHH! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! Yeah [Ja Rule] It ain't even a question how my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money fo' sho' Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half I be diggin they, back out, go 'head, let it out I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred Makin em feel, slutted even if they don't want it It's been SO LONG since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my bitches VeVe, studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggaz I'm talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked you Chorus [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wit me Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me Geyeah Geyeah |
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from Jay-Z - Rush Hour [single] (2000)
WHAT?...well fuck you bitch
[Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! [Verse One: Jay-Z] Can I hit in the MORNING without giving you half of my dough And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME? If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings [niggaz] KILL FOR would you STILL ROLL? If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand would you RIDE THEN, if it wasn't DROPPIN? If wasn't ah, eight figure [nigga] by the name of Jigga would you come around naked, would you clown me? If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya put your two lips on my [dick], kiss it - could ya see yourself with a [nigga] workin harder than 9 to 5 contend with six, two jobs to survive, or do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP? Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA If you couldn't see yourself with a [nigga] when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo.. [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Jay-Z] Can I get a WHAT WHAT to these chickens from all of my doves who don't love those, they get no dough [Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP to these fellas from all of my ladies who don't got love for players without dubs? [Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Yeah, not done [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh-uh uh uh [Verse Two: Amil] You ain't gotta be rich but FUNK DAT How a [bitch] gonna get around your BUS PASS ? put this [ass] on your mustache Can you AFFORD ME, my ? ? this, never corny Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the FRONT END, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" [Shit!] I like a, lot of Pravada, Alize and Baca Late nights, candlelight, can I tear the [cock] up Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My, [shit] remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass If you ain't holdin [shit], I dash yo [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me [Ja] Uhh [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah [Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] UHH! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! Yeah [Verse Three: Ja] It ain't even a question how my dough flows, you good if you got those Lady, ride in your bump, like a Tahoe What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho' Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred Makin em feel, taunted even if they don't want it It's been SO LONG since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my women VeVe, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us? If not Boo, you know what, I still got you [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce.. bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wi me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah... |
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from Jay-Z - Jay-Z Unplugged [live] (2001)
[Jay-Z]
What? Well fuck you... bitch Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! Verse One: Jay-Z Can I hit in the MORNING without givin you half of my dough And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME? If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FOR would you STILL ROLL? If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DROPPIN? If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga would you come around me or would you clown me? If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya see yourself with a nigga workin harder than 9 to 5 contend with six, two jobs to survive, or do you need a BALLA? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP? Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo.. Chorus: repeat 2X [Jay-Z] Can I get a FUCK YOU to these bitches from all of my niggaz who don't love hoes, they get no dough [Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP to these niggaz from all of my bitches who don't got love for niggaz without doves? [Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uhh, yo bounce wit me [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Yeah, uh-uh uh uh Verse Two: Amil You ain't gotta be rich but FUCK THAT How we gonna get around your BUS PASS Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny Ambition makes me, so horny Not the fussin and the frontin If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit! I like a, lot of P-rada, Alize and Vodka Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My, coochie remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass If you ain't holdin, I dash yo Chorus [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me [Ja] Uhh [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah [Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] UHH! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! Yeah Verse Three: Ja (Rule) It ain't even a question how my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money fo' sho' Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half I be diggin they, back out, go 'head, let it out I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred Makin em feel, slutted even if they don't want it It's been SO LONG since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my bitches VeVe, studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggaz I'm talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked you Chorus [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wit me Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me Geyeah |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella
We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know? Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation, we 'come addicted Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin But we feel we have nothin to lose so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right What do you bring to the table? While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days a brother gotta admire from four fiends away My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie At the time it never bothered me, at the bar gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me lack of respect for authority, laughin hard Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation for dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily explain why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin The INXS rental, don't be fooled my game is mental We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into? Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables meet me by the one that starts a G up This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live? Can I live? My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease we buy the whole care, as you should My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it balls to steam, it comes to it we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this True this, history school us to spend our money foolish Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of gettin cream let's do this, against T-D-S So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me stressed right? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella
We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know? Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation, we 'come addicted Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin But we feel we have nothin to lose so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right What do you bring to the table? While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days a brother gotta admire from four fiends away My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie At the time it never bothered me, at the bar gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me lack of respect for authority, laughin hard Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation for dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily explain why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin The INXS rental, don't be fooled my game is mental We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into? Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables meet me by the one that starts a G up This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live? Can I live? My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease we buy the whole care, as you should My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it balls to steam, it comes to it we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this True this, history school us to spend our money foolish Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of gettin cream let's do this, against T-D-S So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me stressed right? Can I live? Can I live? (3x) Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all |
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from Jay-Z - Kingdom Come (2006)
Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella
We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know? Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation, we 'come addicted Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin But we feel we have nothin to lose so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right What do you bring to the table? While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days a brother gotta admire from four fiends away My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie At the time it never bothered me, at the bar gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me lack of respect for authority, laughin hard Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation for dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily explain why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin The INXS rental, don't be fooled my game is mental We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into? Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables meet me by the one that starts a G up This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live? Can I live? My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease we buy the whole care, as you should My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it balls to steam, it comes to it we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this True this, history school us to spend our money foolish Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of gettin cream let's do this, against T-D-S So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me stressed right? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, y'all nigaas finished yo Is y'all niggas finished Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all finished Can I live, huh Can I live, Joe your bein' stingy with the music bin yo [Jay-Z] Yo, yo...yo, I blacks out, I pulls the mack out Scream "Whats that about," then I clap out I get my plot on, in my drop on Through the rotten, dont even hate on those who hate me I got popped on, feelin' it (feelin' it) Chickens are ice grillin' it Cops pullin' it over, Jigga react militant Speed off, officer told me to turn the beat off I turned it a level higher, then return the devils fire I'm raised different, reactin' situations Niggas lay stiff and, rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows create criminal O's Sing along if you with me, til the end of the road I'm cynical when in the view of the public And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in interviews The percentage who dont understand is higher than the percentage who do Check yourself, what percentage is you? Can I live For all my niggas with all white airforce ones and black guns, stack ones yo Can I live For all my chicks, pigeons, hoes stand bow legged like the bulldog, know what I mean, huh? Can I live To all the ce-lo champs, two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll heads yo Can I live To all my niggas who drink hennesy straight, cop mix tapes, and sell weight niggas [Jay-Z] I got the feds sending me letters 'cause Im schooling the youth But they cant lock me down 'cause my tool is the truth Yeah I sold drugs for a living, thats a given Why is it? why dont y'all try to visit the neighboorhoods I lived in My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central Where cops lock you more than try to defend you I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth And all I see is life cycle just repeatin' itself Ran into shorty boppin' down the ave On his way to clockin' mad then He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said [Memphis Bleek] Aiyyo theres money I there I just gotta have When I catch up to these feinds Im'a knock 'em on they ass Not to brag, sometimes I look at life and laugh How I think about school and it taught me not a ??? When I backed out, let one one, let the barrel turn Holla at you faggots that its my block to burn That credit you dead it, I know heads gettin' annoyed and knew all About a dope feind before reading donald goings Flipping boying, using the right cut One thing thats f**ked up is bad dope that I cant pump This slab gotta re-up and rebag, blend it in with the raw Bubble it fast cop more, once I get it I got it I lock it Nobody pop shit, selling twenties on my block bitch For some blacktop shit What you want nigga, what you want nigga What you want, what you want nigga Can I live... To all my niggas that hold coke and they bubble coat Tryin' to win in the construction Timbs yo Can I live... Yo USA, all my chicks that strip, boo's, go to the store with the dewey pins still in All my chicks with the credit card scams, two kids, one job, and no man All my chicks gettin' that washing set with their welfare check All the mommies dame besa, alright? All my niggas rockin' them fifty cats, tryin' to get at this rap Know what I mean? All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no licenses, I like that shit, I'll see y'all All my niggas at St. Pauls after they say some f**ked up shit Rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Rockafella forever yo Uhh, Major Coins, yeah, uhh huh Memph Bleek nigga |
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from Mary J. Blige - The Breakthrough (2005)
I'm comin for you,
I aint wastin time. 'cause all night long, you been on my mind. Hope your ready baby, 'cause I'm on my way. You talk a real good one, but let's see today. I just want to see what your made of. Can you handle me are you really tough? Lovers come and go, so what you gonna do. (Whatchu gonna do baby) Boy this aint no joke, it's time to show and prove. (Show me, show me) [Chorus] You can't hide from love, (hide from love) No you can't babe (Imma make you want it). I'mma make you want, make you want my love, want to make love, come to me You can't hide from love, It's too strong babe. I'mma make you want, make you want my love, want to make love, come to me Now that I got cha, this is what I'm gonna do. Boy I need your body, to move like I move. Wrap your arms around me, and dont be shy. What you feel is a real woman , probably for the first time. [Refrain] I just want to see what your made of. Can you handle me are you really tough? Lovers come and go, so what you gonna do. (Whatchu gonna do baby) Boy this aint no joke, it's time to show and prove. (Show me, show me) [Chorus] You can't hide from love, (hide from love) No you can't babe (Imma make you want it). I'mma make you want, make you want my love, want to make love, come to me You can't hide from love, (hide from love) It's too strong babe. I'mma make you want, make you want my love, want to make love, come to me |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Whoooh, Paradise
you better think twice, 'cause you're not living the life Jay-Z: Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella y'all, it don't stop We about to change this game here Check my pockets there's nothing but game there I remain without fear Keep the lanes clear, and the cats that's all about threats remain here On top of this Metropolis My name is like a square Dropped off every tier Now y'all can swear to JayHeard it the other day Through the mystery, we get it swiftly We got to hit you every night before we hit the lights it's type addictive Need cats to live with, the heat goes on Everyday is a hustle, the beat goes on Funny thing happen, in the midst of chasing money and foes And the worst thing worst then getting old is not getting old Niggaz stay low, like six bowls of shit and gold And watch the hoes when they bump into your clothes And I hope they shine Seen a lot of things and enough memories to last me two lifetimes Can't knock the hustle *I'm taking out this time To give you a piece of my mind Who do you think you are Baby one day you'll be a star Check this In a mans world need a girl to tough something Pull an 80 out her Anne Klein purse and bust something If you skating through the night to the light, then trust something When I get home Then it's on Girl just crack those shaped legs like Grade A eggs Love the way you behave and beg Moan, turn those hollers to screams as we zone like a college team Then they can hear you from Hollis, Queens (226) Life with me, consists of a lot of things Chips in your ear hit the dirt 'cause you got hotter things But you know how to scream, friends talking dizziness Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business You know they can't love it, trips to LA with no luggage Came back with six bags struggling In first class if my ass should crash, champagne spilled on me Bank still off on me **But until the last day, I'm the one who's crazy 'Cause that's the way you making me feel (can't knock the hustle) I don't want no romance, I just want the chance Can't knock the hustle for real Ever since you retired, working alongside those live wires Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know liars I guess I'm biased, what I talk about I live These rap dudes can flip, but some of them ain't even rhyming for chips WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THIS Seems brainless, on tours with whores that's what I'm saying I miss Cats that go all out for their gold plaques Starting out with four jacks, ended up with Gold Ac's Bet your love collapses if my funds get trapped On the weight of me through you, screw you Gun blew you, I didn't want to choose you Run through you like UH, EXCUSE YOU! But that's my cash, I understand you hustle That's my cash, you don't understand Let my dough flash, you can show it love Like a rap star in front of the club But don't knock the hustle *Repeat ** Repeat |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Bounce.. bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all Check, check Yo, I'm makin short term goals, when the weather folds just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold Chilly with enough bail money to free a big willie High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly Shoppin sprees, copin three Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yes bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha 50 G's to the crap shooter, niggaz can't fade me Chrome socks beamin Through my perephreal I see ya schemin Stop dreamin, I leave your body steamin Niggaz is fiendin, what's the meanin? I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine-in My cup runneth, over with hundreds I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow The Don Juan DeMarco; swear to God, don't get it fucked up *I'm takin out this time to give you a piece of my mind (cause you can't knock the hustle) Who do you think you are? Baby one day you'll be a star Last seen out of state where I drop my slang I'm deep in the South kickin up top game Bouncin on the highway switchin fo' lanes Screamin through the sunroof - money ain't a thang Your worst fear confirmed Me and my fam' roll tight like The Firm Gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn Why play with fire, burn We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm 'til legs spread like germs I got extensive hoes, with expensive clothes and I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows What y'all don't know? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustle ** But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy cause that's the way you're makin me feel (cause you can't knock the hustle) I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time to knock the hustle for real Yo, y'all niggaz lunchin, punchin the clock My function is to make much and lay back munchin Sippin Remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch Nothin to stop, un.. ..stoppable Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew I gotta, let you niggaz know the time like Movado My motto, stack rocks like Colorado Auto off the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me Slick like a gato, fuckin Jay-Z My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what Straight bananas; can a nigga, see me? Got the US Open, advantage Jigga Serve like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus Le Tigre, son you're too eager You ain't havin it? Good, me either Let's, get together and make this whole world believe us huh? At my arraignment, screamin all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even Thievin, as long as I'm breathin Can't knock the way a nigga eatin - fuck you even! *Repeat ** Repeat |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
verse I
I'm makin sure it turns gold, when the weather folds, just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold, chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy, hi-stakes, I got more at stake than philly, shopping sprees, coppin 3, deuce fever I.S'n, fully loaded, aahh yes, bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like budah, 50 g's to the crap shooter, niggas cant fade me, chrome stocks beamin, through my peripheral, I see you schemin, stop dreamin, I'll leave ya body steamin, niggas is fiendin, whats the meanin?, I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine'n, my cup's runneth, over with hundreds, I'm one of the best niggas that done it, 6 digits and runnin, y'all niggas dont want it, I got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco, swear to god dont get if fucked up chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle, who do you think you are?, wel baby one day youll be a star verse II last seen outta state, where I dropped my slang, I'm deep in the south, kickin up top game, bouncin on the highways, switchin 4 lanes, screaming though the sunroof money aint a thing, your worst fear confirmed, me and my fam roll tight like the firm, gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn, why play when fire burns?, we get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire, we do dirt like worms, produce g's like sperm, till legs spread like germs, I get extensive hoes, with expensive clothes, and I sip fine wines, and spit vintage flows, what y'all dont know? cuz ya cant knock the hustle chorus (Mary J. Blige) runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real verse III y'all niggas lunchin, punchin the clock, my function, is to make much and lay back munchin, sippin remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch, nothin to stop, un-stoppable, scheme on the ice, I gotta hide ya crew, I gotta, let you niggas know the time like movado, my motto, stack rocks like colorado, while I order champagne, kristals by the bottle, its a damn shame, what ya not though, me, slick like a gato (cat), fuckin jay-z, my pops knew exactly what he did when he made me, he tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what!, straight bananas, can a nigga, see me, got the U.S Open, advantage jigga, serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a canvas, le tigre, son youre too eager, you aint havin it?, good, me either, lets, get together and make this whole world believers huh, at my arraignment, screamin, all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even, leavin, as long as I'm breathin, cant knock the way a nigga eatin, fuck you even, (fuck you) chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, who do you think you are?, well baby one day youll be a star runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real |
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from Jay-Z - Jay-Z Unplugged [live] (2001)
verse I
I'm makin sure it turns gold, when the weather folds, just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold, chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy, hi-stakes, I got more estate than philly, shopping sprees, coppin 3, deuce fever I.S'n, fully loaded, aahh yes, bouncin in the lex luger, tight in smoke like budah, 50 g's to the crap shooter, niggas cant fade me, chrome stocks beamin, through my perithial, I see you schemin, stop dreamin, I'll leave ya body steamin, niggas is fiendin, whats the meanin?, I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine'n, my cup's runnin, over with hundreds, I'm one of the best niggas that done it, 6 digits and runnin, y'all niggas dont want it, I got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco, swear to god dont get if fucked up chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle, who do you think you are?, well maybe one day youll be a star verse II last seen outta state, where I dropped my slang, I'm deep in the south, kickin up top game, bouncin on the highways, switchin 4 lanes, screaming though the sunroof money aint a thing, your worst fear confirmed, me and my fam roll tight like the firm, gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn, why play when fire burns?, we get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire, we do dirt like worms, produce g's like sperm, till legs spread like germs, I get extensive hoes, with expensive clothes, and I sip fine wines, and spit dangerous flows, what y'all dont know? cuz ya cant knock the hustle chorus (Mary J. Blige) runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real verse III y'all niggas lunchin, punchin the clock, my function, is to make much and lay back munchin, sippin remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch, nothin to stop, un-stoppable, scheme on the ice, I gotta hide ya crew, I gotta, let you niggas know the time like movado, my motto, stack rocks like colorado, while I order champagne, kristals by the bottle, its a damn shame, what ya not though, me, slick like a gato (cat), fuckin jay-z, my pops knew exactly what he did when he made me, he tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what!, straight bananas, can a nigga, see me, got the U.S Open, advantage jigga, serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a canvas, le tigre, son youre too eager, you aint havin it?, good, me either, lets, get together and make this whole world believers huh, at my arraignment, screamin, all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even, leavin, as long as I'm breathin, cant knock the way a nigga eatin, fuck you even, (fuck you) chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, who do you think you are?, well maybe one day youll be a star runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real |
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from Jay-Z - Show Me What You Got [single] (2006)
verse I
I'm makin sure it turns gold, when the weather folds, just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold, chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy, hi-stakes, I got more at stake than philly, shopping sprees, coppin 3, deuce fever I.S'n, fully loaded, aahh yes, bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like budah, 50 g's to the crap shooter, niggas cant fade me, chrome stocks beamin, through my peripheral, I see you schemin, stop dreamin, I'll leave ya body steamin, niggas is fiendin, whats the meanin?, I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine'n, my cup's runneth, over with hundreds, I'm one of the best niggas that done it, 6 digits and runnin, y'all niggas dont want it, I got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco, swear to god dont get if fucked up chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle, who do you think you are?, wel baby one day youll be a star verse II last seen outta state, where I dropped my slang, I'm deep in the south, kickin up top game, bouncin on the highways, switchin 4 lanes, screaming though the sunroof money aint a thing, your worst fear confirmed, me and my fam roll tight like the firm, gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn, why play when fire burns?, we get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire, we do dirt like worms, produce g's like sperm, till legs spread like germs, I get extensive hoes, with expensive clothes, and I sip fine wines, and spit vintage flows, what y'all dont know? cuz ya cant knock the hustle chorus (Mary J. Blige) runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real verse III y'all niggas lunchin, punchin the clock, my function, is to make much and lay back munchin, sippin remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch, nothin to stop, un-stoppable, scheme on the ice, I gotta hide ya crew, I gotta, let you niggas know the time like movado, my motto, stack rocks like colorado, while I order champagne, kristals by the bottle, its a damn shame, what ya not though, me, slick like a gato (cat), fuckin jay-z, my pops knew exactly what he did when he made me, he tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what!, straight bananas, can a nigga, see me, got the U.S Open, advantage jigga, serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a canvas, le tigre, son youre too eager, you aint havin it?, good, me either, lets, get together and make this whole world believers huh, at my arraignment, screamin, all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even, leavin, as long as I'm breathin, cant knock the way a nigga eatin, fuck you even, (fuck you) chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, who do you think you are?, well baby one day youll be a star runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real |
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from Jay-Z - Kingdom Come (2006)
verse I
I'm makin sure it turns gold, when the weather folds, just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold, chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy, hi-stakes, I got more at stake than philly, shopping sprees, coppin 3, deuce fever I.S'n, fully loaded, aahh yes, bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like budah, 50 g's to the crap shooter, niggas cant fade me, chrome stocks beamin, through my peripheral, I see you schemin, stop dreamin, I'll leave ya body steamin, niggas is fiendin, whats the meanin?, I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine'n, my cup's runneth, over with hundreds, I'm one of the best niggas that done it, 6 digits and runnin, y'all niggas dont want it, I got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco, swear to god dont get if fucked up chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle, who do you think you are?, wel baby one day youll be a star verse II last seen outta state, where I dropped my slang, I'm deep in the south, kickin up top game, bouncin on the highways, switchin 4 lanes, screaming though the sunroof money aint a thing, your worst fear confirmed, me and my fam roll tight like the firm, gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn, why play when fire burns?, we get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire, we do dirt like worms, produce g's like sperm, till legs spread like germs, I get extensive hoes, with expensive clothes, and I sip fine wines, and spit vintage flows, what y'all dont know? cuz ya cant knock the hustle chorus (Mary J. Blige) runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real verse III y'all niggas lunchin, punchin the clock, my function, is to make much and lay back munchin, sippin remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch, nothin to stop, un-stoppable, scheme on the ice, I gotta hide ya crew, I gotta, let you niggas know the time like movado, my motto, stack rocks like colorado, while I order champagne, kristals by the bottle, its a damn shame, what ya not though, me, slick like a gato (cat), fuckin jay-z, my pops knew exactly what he did when he made me, he tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what!, straight bananas, can a nigga, see me, got the U.S Open, advantage jigga, serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a canvas, le tigre, son youre too eager, you aint havin it?, good, me either, lets, get together and make this whole world believers huh, at my arraignment, screamin, all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even, leavin, as long as I'm breathin, cant knock the way a nigga eatin, fuck you even, (fuck you) chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, who do you think you are?, well baby one day youll be a star runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
verse I
I'm makin sure it turns gold, when the weather folds, just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold, chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy, hi-stakes, I got more estate than philly, shopping sprees, coppin 3, deuce fever I.S'n, fully loaded, aahh yes, bouncin in the lex luger, tight in smoke like budah, 50 g's to the crap shooter, niggas cant fade me, chrome stocks beamin, through my perithial, I see you schemin, stop dreamin, I'll leave ya body steamin, niggas is fiendin, whats the meanin?, I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine'n, my cup's runnin, over with hundreds, I'm one of the best niggas that done it, 6 digits and runnin, y'all niggas dont want it, I got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco, swear to god dont get if fucked up chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle, who do you think you are?, well maybe one day youll be a star verse II last seen outta state, where I dropped my slang, I'm deep in the south, kickin up top game, bouncin on the highways, switchin 4 lanes, screaming though the sunroof money aint a thing, your worst fear confirmed, me and my fam roll tight like the firm, gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn, why play when fire burns?, we get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire, we do dirt like worms, produce g's like sperm, till legs spread like germs, I get extensive hoes, with expensive clothes, and I sip fine wines, and spit dangerous flows, what y'all dont know? cuz ya cant knock the hustle chorus (Mary J. Blige) runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real verse III y'all niggas lunchin, punchin the clock, my function, is to make much and lay back munchin, sippin remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch, nothin to stop, un-stoppable, scheme on the ice, I gotta hide ya crew, I gotta, let you niggas know the time like movado, my motto, stack rocks like colorado, while I order champagne, kristals by the bottle, its a damn shame, what ya not though, me, slick like a gato (cat), fuckin jay-z, my pops knew exactly what he did when he made me, he tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what!, straight bananas, can a nigga, see me, got the U.S Open, advantage jigga, serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a canvas, le tigre, son youre too eager, you aint havin it?, good, me either, lets, get together and make this whole world believers huh, at my arraignment, screamin, all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even, leavin, as long as I'm breathin, cant knock the way a nigga eatin, fuck you even, (fuck you) chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, who do you think you are?, well maybe one day youll be a star runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah What it is player? You player, it's all about you How you gon' say that man If I had your hand I'd turn mine in Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealin that hoe money You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch this this is what you tell her Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot [Jay-Z] Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar Might you remember, my s**t is col-l-l-ld like December Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere chromosomes make a n***a Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned Cause all beef return well done filet mignon The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb then the predicate, with this rich n***a preterite I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now Notice, the child swift like a Lotus Focus on the loc' I be the greatest n***a that wrote it Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero on da red eye Yet I, still feel the need to be fly I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet I never cry if I did I'd cry ice From my n***a Sauce, I hit you with this advice Life's short, so play hard and stick hard and the only time you love em is when your dick hard Whoooh! That's cashmere baby Nah, you know, that's just laid back man Man, s**t, J to the A to the Y to the Z Yeah baby Motherf**kin pimp that's what he be Cashmere baby Don't get no hotter than that Sho' you're right Them n***az know Check it out, check it out Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in I gotta keep your tricks intact Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man The star player, the golden bar layer The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night Go tell your peeps dawg I'm lethal til it ain't right I pimp hard on a trick, look f**k if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot |