Jay-Z

4:14

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 3 (2009)

[Mr. Hudson]
Let’s dance in style,
Let’s dance for a while,
Heaven can wait we’re
only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst,
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever,
We don't have the power
but we never say never,
Sitting in a sandpit,
Life is a short trip,
The music’s for the sad man,

[Chorus]
Forever young,
I wanna be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever and ever
Forever young I wanna be
Forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, forever

[Jay-Z]
So we live a life like a video
When the sun is always out
and you never get old
And the champagne’s always cold
And the music is always good
And the pretty girls just happen
to stop by in the hood
And they hop their pretty ass
up on the hood of dat pretty ass car
Without a wrinkle in today
Cuz there is no tomorrow
Just some picture perfect day
To last a whole lifetime
And it never ends
Cos all we have to do is hit rewind
So lets just stay in the
moment, smoke some weed,
Drink some wine,
Reminisce talk some sh-t forever
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young is in your mind
Leave a mark that can't erase
neither space nor time
So when the director yells cut,
I'll be fine,
I'm forever young…

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Fear not when, fear not why,
Fear not much while were alive,
Life is for living not living up tight,
See ya somewhere up in the sky,
Fear not die, I'll be alive for a
million years, bye bye,
So not for legends, I'm forever young
My name shall survive
Through the darkest blocks,
over kitchen stoves,
Over Pyrex pots, my name
shall be passed down to
generations
While debating up in barber shops,
young slung, hung here,
Shorty, the n-gga from here
With a little ambition just
what we can become here,
And as the father passed his story
down to his sons ears,
Younger kid, younger every year, yeah
So if you love me baby this is
how you let me know.
don't ever let me go, that's
how you let me know, baby,

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Slamming Bentley doors,
Hopping out of Porsche’s,
Popping up on Forbes lists, Gorgeous, Hold up,
N-ggas thought I lost it,
They be talking bullsh-t
I be talking more sh-t
They nauseous, Hold up,
I'll be here forever
You know, I'm on my fall sh-t,
And I ain't waiting for
closure, I will never forfeit,
Less than four bars,
Guru bring the chorus in,
Did you get the picture yet,
I'm painting you a portrait of young…

[Chorus]

[Chorus] 
Forever young, 
I wanna be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever and ever
Forever young I wanna be
Forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, forever

[Jay-Z] 
So we live a life like a video
When the sun is always out
and you never get old
And the champagne’s always cold
And the music is always good
And the pretty girls just happen
to stop by in the hood
And they hop their pretty ass
up on the hood of dat pretty ass car
Without a wrinkle in today
Cuz there is no tomorrow
Just some picture perfect day
To last a whole lifetime
And it never ends
Cos all we have to do is hit rewind
So lets just stay in the
moment, smoke some weed, 
Drink some wine, 
Reminisce talk some sh-t forever
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/eQVV ]
young is in your mind
Leave a mark that can't erase
neither space nor time
So when the director yells cut, 
I'll be fine, 
I'm forever young…

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z] 
Fear not when, fear not why, 
Fear not much while were alive, 
Life is for living not living up tight, 
See ya somewhere up in the sky, 
Fear not die, I'll be alive for a
million years, bye bye, 
So not for legends, I'm forever young
My name shall survive
Through the darkest blocks, 
over kitchen stoves, 
Over Pyrex pots, my name
shall be passed down to
generations
While debating up in barber shops, 
young slung, hung here, 
Shorty, the n-gga from here
With a little ambition just
what we can become here, 
And as the father passed his story
down to his sons ears, 
Younger kid, younger every year, yeah
So if you love me baby this is
how you let me know.
don't ever let me go, that's
how you let me know, baby,

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z] 
Slamming Bentley doors, 
Hopping out of Porsche’s, 
Popping up on Forbes lists, Gorgeous, Hold up, 
N-ggas thought I lost it, 
They be talking bullsh-t
I be talking more sh-t
They nauseous, Hold up, 
I'll be here forever
You know, I'm on my fall sh-t, 
And I ain't waiting for
closure, I will never forfeit, 
Less than four bars, 
Guru bring the chorus in, 
Did you get the picture yet, 
I'm painting you a portrait of young…

[Chorus]

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You,me,him Ande Her

from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)

You, Me, Him And Her

Dynasty, Jay-Z

3:45

from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)

Jay-Z]
Told y'all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?
Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh
Memph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya heard?
It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe?

Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar
Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater
Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella
Remember me? The teachers used to fail us
Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers
Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas
Oh please feel us - we heat holders
Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us
The plot thickens, the block clickin
We got the game tied up, stop trippin
Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh
Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan
The fire I spit burn down Happyland
Social Club, we unapproachable thugs
Non-social, gone postal
Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
like a Don's supposed to, Shawn
I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals
Don't make me take it to the old school
I put holes through your hoes too
through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
Fuck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek..

[Memphis Bleek]
Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit
Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them
Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?
You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga
No obituary, I get it critical
You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you
When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
When it's hot, I'm blastin, it's the Roc, you bastards
Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah
Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon
Spit acid, c'mon
Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggaz wanna front and get jumped
Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga, we are, the supreme squad
You can dream hard but reality is
we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
puff the green raw, we as real as it get
We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh?
Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap

[Beanie Sigel]
R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop
From tower to mind pop, I move out stop
Shower your mind block, move out with glocks
Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up
Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
Competition, linin 'em up
Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime 'em up
You want, drama what? Well silence it up
Since a young buck, violent as fuck
Wettin me dog, the high will do it; I used to wild off
embalmin fluid
I send niggaz to the trauma unit
Forty-five or the nine'll do it
I fuck around and have your moms go through it - I'm a beast!
Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
when they motherfuckin peeps hit
But I don't cease nuttin, I decease som'un
I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un
Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right

[Amil]
Go to the A to the M-I, semi(??)ness
So then it's M-I(??), leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
Am I, gon' run or stay, can I
get away no you can't can't I surrendi?
And I, lady fly, the Mercedes high
In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di

[Jay-Z]
Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh

Jay-Z]
Told y'all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?
Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh
Memph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya heard?
It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe?

Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar
Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater
Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella
Remember me? The teachers used to fail us
Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers
Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas
Oh please feel us - we heat holders
Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us
The plot thickens, the block clickin
We got the game tied up, stop trippin
Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh
Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan
The fire I spit burn down Happyland
Social Club, we unapproachable thugs
Non-social, gone postal
Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
like a Don's supposed to, Shawn
I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals
Don't make me take it to the old school
I put holes through your hoes too
through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
Fuck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek..

[Memphis Bleek]
Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit
Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them
Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?
You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga
No obituary, I get it critical
You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you
When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
When it's hot, I'm blastin, it's the Roc, you bastards
Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah
Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon
Spit acid, c'mon
Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggaz wanna front and get jumped
Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga, we are, the supreme squad
You can dream hard but reality is
we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
puff the green raw, we as real as it get
We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh?
Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap

[Beanie Sigel]
R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop
From tower to mind pop, I move out stop
Shower your mind block, move out with glocks
Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up
Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
Competition, linin 'em up
Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime 'em up
You want, drama what? Well silence it up
Since a young buck, violent as fuck
Wettin me dog, the high will do it; I used to wild off
embalmin fluid
I send niggaz to the trauma unit
Forty-five or the nine'll do it
I fuck around and have your moms go through it - I'm a beast!
Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
when they motherfuckin peeps hit
But I don't cease nuttin, I decease som'un
I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un
Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right

[Amil]
Go to the A to the M-I, semi(??)ness
So then it's M-I(??), leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
Am I, gon' run or stay, can I
get away no you can't can't I surrendi?
And I, lady fly, the Mercedes high
In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di

[Jay-Z]
Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh

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You're Only a Customer

from Dangerous Ground - Music From the Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (데인저러스 그라운드) [ost] (1997)

You Must Love Me

5:49

from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)

Kelly Price (Jay-Z)
Talking: Throughout my life (uh huh uh huh uh)
no matter what I've done.(Right)
You've been merciful and your love endureth (yeah)
through all things (ye yeah) For that
I am eternally grateful.

Verse 1
Since my date of birth
bought you nothing but hurt
play those video games
stole change from ya purse
Sat on the cold court bench
'til I was arraigned in ya skirt
Saw the pain in ya face
through you maintained a smirk
All you did was motivate me
don't let 'em hold you back
What I do I turned around
and I sold you crack
I was a bastard for that
still I'm drowning in shame
Just remember one thing now
you're not to blame
You was newly seperated
tryin' to escape ya world
and through my thirst
I didn't help you
I just made things worse
I hated me and everybody
that created crack
Had me thinkin'
the newest kicks and the latest gat
Still haven't apologized
so please play this back
while I try to come to terms
with such a heinous act
you know in more than one way
cocaine numbs the brain
All I did was think about
how the funds once came
then I ran across this memory
and it stung the brain
How can you ever destroy the beauty
from which one came
That's a savage you're the reason
why me and these beats make a marriage
why I rhyme above average and
I ain't shit
Glad you got yourself together
no thanks to me
Strong and beautiful the way thangs should be
You must love me

Chorus (K. Price) (You must love me repeats in background)
Say that you love me
All I know say that you must love me.
Ohh yeah

Verse 2
We used to fight every night
but I never would suffer
just smile my big brother's
tryna make me tougher
As we grew fussing and fighting continued
as I plundered through ya stuff
and snuck ya clothes to school
Got intense real intense
as we got older
Never believed it would lead
to be popped in one of ya shoulda
With my rings knew you had it
'cause you took too long
as Mickey, Andy, and the girl that bought it looked on
Huffin' and puffin' gun in my hand
told you step outside
Hoping you said no but you hurt my pride
made our way down the steps
maybe you thought it was just a threat
or maybe ya life was just that crazy
and you was beggin' for death
try to justify this in my young mind
but ya drillin' it
and my ego hurt combined
drove me berzerk
Saw the devil in your eyes
high off more than weed
confused I just closed
my young eyes and squeezed
What a sound
opened my eyes just in time
to see ya stumbling to the ground
Damn what the fuck I done now
runnin' around in a circle
thinking I'm assed out
hot gun burnin' my waist
ran straight to Jazz' house
Like a stranger damn I just shot my nigga
and ran off into the night as if it was not my nigga
Left the scene how could I go out that way
Still you asked to see me in the hospital ya next day
You must love me.

Chorus (You must love me repeats in background)
What after all the wrong I've done
I know you must

Verse 3 (Starts over last line of chorus)
Everything in my power and within my frame
to protect you from this life and
keep you away from the game
But you was one of the few people
that I can trust
and the fact of the matter I slang
these pies for us
You put the pressure on me dearly
rarely would you let it go
Was a thousand and one times
I had to tell you no
When it was one of those days
when nobody was around
and I needed emergency trip
out of town
Searched my mental rolodex
for all the numbers I know
As you stared in my face
asking me could you go
I'm agreed said sender
everything'll go smooth
just tell her what to do
and everything'll go through
Strapped her body with them thangs
as you boarded the plane
Couldn't explain these strange feelings
that I caught and the pain
I'm thinkin' why would I send you
when I knew it ain't right
I'm thinkin' what would
make you sacrifice ya life
You must love me

Chorus (You must love me repeats in background)
After everything that I've done wrong
I know inside you must love me
I know that you love me
You showed me I know it
I know
Say that you love me
say that you love me
I know you must love me
Oh yes you do
Inside I know it
you've always shown it
you love me yea yeah
Oh yeah
I know that you love me

Verse 1
Since my date of birth
bought you nothing but hurt
play those video games
stole change from ya purse
Sat on the cold court bench
'til I was arraigned in ya skirt
Saw the pain in ya face
through you maintained a smirk
All you did was motivate me
don't let 'em hold you back
What I do I turned around
and I sold you crack
I was a bastard for that
still I'm drowning in shame
Just remember one thing now
you're not to blame
You was newly seperated
tryin' to escape ya world
and through my thirst
I didn't help you
I just made things worse
I hated me and everybody
that created crack
Had me thinkin'
the newest kicks and the latest gat
Still haven't apologized
so please play this back
while I try to come to terms
with such a heinous act
you know in more than one way
cocaine numbs the brain
All I did was think about
how the funds once came
then I ran across this memory 
and it stung the brain
How can you ever destroy the beauty
from which one came
That's a savage you're the reason
why me and these beats make a marriage
why I rhyme above average and
I ain't shit
Glad you got yourself together
no thanks to me
Strong and beautiful the way thangs should be
You must love me

Chorus (K. Price) (You must love me repeats in background)
Say that you love me
All I know say that you must love me.
Ohh yeah

Verse 2
We used to fight every night
but I never would suffer
just smile my big brother's
tryna make me tougher
As we grew fussing and fighting continued
as I plundered through ya stuff
and snuck ya clothes to school
Got intense real intense
as we got older
Never believed it would lead
to be popped in one of ya shoulda
With my rings knew you had it
'cause you took too long
as Mickey, Andy, and the girl that bought it looked on
Huffin' and puffin' gun in my hand
told you step outside
Hoping you said no but you hurt my pride
made our way down the steps
maybe you thought it was just a threat
or maybe ya life was just that crazy
and you was beggin' for death
try to justify this in my young mind
but ya drillin' it
and my ego hurt combined
drove me berzerk
Saw the devil in your eyes
high off more than weed
confused I just closed
my young eyes and squeezed 
What a sound 
opened my eyes just in time
to see ya stumbling to the ground
Damn what the fuck I done now
runnin' around in a circle
thinking I'm assed out
hot gun burnin' my waist
ran straight to Jazz' house
Like a stranger damn I just shot my nigga
and ran off into the night as if it was not my nigga
Left the scene how could I go out that way
Still you asked to see me in the hospital ya next day
You must love me.

Chorus (You must love me repeats in background)
What after all the wrong I've done
I know you must

Verse 3 (Starts over last line of chorus)
Everything in my power and within my frame
to protect you from this life and
keep you away from the game
But you was one of the few people
that I can trust
and the fact of the matter I slang
these pies for us
You put the pressure on me dearly
rarely would you let it go
Was a thousand and one times
I had to tell you no
When it was one of those days
when nobody was around
and I needed emergency trip
out of town
Searched my mental rolodex
for all the numbers I know
As you stared in my face
asking me could you go
I'm agreed said sender
everything'll go smooth
just tell her what to do
and everything'll go through
Strapped her body with them thangs
as you boarded the plane
Couldn't explain these strange feelings 
that I caught and the pain
I'm thinkin' why would I send you
when I knew it ain't right
I'm thinkin' what would
make you sacrifice ya life
You must love me

Chorus (You must love me repeats in background)
After everything that I've done wrong
I know inside you must love me
I know that you love me
You showed me I know it
I know
Say that you love me
say that you love me
I know you must love me
Oh yes you do
Inside I know it
you've always shown it
you love me yea yeah
Oh yeah
I know that you love me

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You Must Love Me

from Jay-Z - Original Album Classics (2011)

WRTCH ME (LP Version)

from Jay-Z - Big Pimpin [single] (2000)

Wishing on a Star (Track Masters Remix)

from Jay-Z - Original Album Classics (2011)

Wishing on a Star (D Influence Remix)

from Jay-Z - Original Album Classics (2011)

Wishing on a Star

from Dj First Mike - Chill Out (2014)

Why I Love You

featuring Mr Hudson

3:21

from Jay-Z, Kanye West - Watch The Throne [Deluxe Edition] (2011)

Who You Wit Ii

4:32

from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)

Uh-huh, yeah hah
Never sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Never sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peoples, feel me on this one
Peoples, feel this
Never sprung huh? Know my style

I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can't Knock your Hustle for real, exotic bitches
I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french
braids with the french name in the same night
Pull you and your tight friend
lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in
You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
Sexier than a Lexus car
Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all
is like veg-etables in my presence, check it
Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg
Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on

*chorus*

Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit

Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em
Chicks dream on him trick cream on him
Lose it when dudes think it's just music
Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em
Sex around the way girls down to meet eyes
I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's
Ya quita, me got more, see I ball
You can love me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay widdit, rock the custom drop Bentleys
Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny
can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave
just as quick, indian give, ha-hah
Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap
like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin that
you be the same chick when you leave me
the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit

*chorus*

You know the move's major, never minor
cause when you a true player, they never find ya
We takin trips abroad with chicks from afar
Down in the grill in the Villa gettin hilla
Never know em at the resort, readin to ride with us all
Checkin out this new wine, inhalin the cork
Million miles from the puddles the rainy days the tussles
Reign in ways to hustle, so we won't get caught
Had beef of all sort but I turned it around
Chose my steps more wisely, I'm learnin the ground
I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound
Now it's million dollar deals, straight turnin em down
Roc-a-Fella make or break me, til death do us
Won't be in your right mind, you ever step to us
Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there
Then I realized that it didn't make sense there
Backtrack, show me where the cash at, and plus
frivilous beef, please, we lookin past that
Y'all can gossip while we learnin the world
Drop the hot shit never returnin your girl, it's on

*chorus* (repeat 4X)

Beyatch!
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia
Recognize, realize, it's on
Roc the block, ahh
Laughin, it's on

Uh-huh, yeah hah
Never sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Never sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peoples, feel me on this one
Peoples, feel this
Never sprung huh? Know my style

I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can't Knock your Hustle for real, exotic bitches
I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french
braids with the french name in the same night
Pull you and your tight friend
lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in
You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
Sexier than a Lexus car
Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all
is like veg-etables in my presence, check it
Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg
Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on

*chorus*

Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit
Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick
More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit

Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em
Chicks dream on him trick cream on him
Lose it when dudes think it's just music
Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em
Sex around the way girls down to meet eyes
I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's
Ya quita, me got more, see I ball
You can love me or hate me, either or
I'ma stay widdit, rock the custom drop Bentleys
Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny
can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave
just as quick, indian give, ha-hah
Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap
like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin that
you be the same chick when you leave me
the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit

*chorus*

You know the move's major, never minor
cause when you a true player, they never find ya
We takin trips abroad with chicks from afar
Down in the grill in the Villa gettin hilla
Never know em at the resort, readin to ride with us all
Checkin out this new wine, inhalin the cork
Million miles from the puddles the rainy days the tussles
Reign in ways to hustle, so we won't get caught
Had beef of all sort but I turned it around
Chose my steps more wisely, I'm learnin the ground
I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound
Now it's million dollar deals, straight turnin em down
Roc-a-Fella make or break me, til death do us
Won't be in your right mind, you ever step to us
Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there
Then I realized that it didn't make sense there
Backtrack, show me where the cash at, and plus
frivilous beef, please, we lookin past that
Y'all can gossip while we learnin the world
Drop the hot shit never returnin your girl, it's on

*chorus* (repeat 4X)

Beyatch!
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia
Recognize, realize, it's on
Roc the block, ahh
Laughin, it's on

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Who You Wit II

from Jay-Z - Original Album Classics (2011)

Who Gon Stop Me

4:17

from Jay-Z, Kanye West - Watch The Throne [Deluxe Edition] (2011)

Where I'M From

4:30

from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)

Verse One:
I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I GAVE straight bets
So I'M FELT THE MOST UP IN IT, you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your WORD was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it
I from where niggas pull your CARD, and argue all day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars

Verse 2
I'm from the place where the chruch is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long that they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place well
Where the Liqour Store's and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic themselves
Where we call the cops the A-Team
cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
We'll never know
One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, I'LL LET EM KNOW,
THE STAKES and exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

Verse 2
I'm from the place where the chruch is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long that they Atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place well
Where the Liqour Store's and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic themselves
Where we call the cops the A-Team
cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
We'll never know
One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, I'LL LET EM KNOW, 
THE STAKES and exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

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Where I'm From

from Jay-Z - Original Album Classics (2011)

Where Have You Been

Various Artists

5:34

from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)

[Beanie Sigel]

Damn how am I gonna say this shit?

hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy

remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap

I remember being kicked out the house

'cause I looked just like you

Said I'd be nothing but a crook

just like you

The niggaz in the hood was shook

Where the just like you

'Cause all they said was little whitey look

I'm just like you

But dog I can't see it at all, shit

We never kicked it at all

We never pitched or kicked at a ball

dog, you never taught me shit

how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat

none of that sorts of shit

Nigga you was an abusive pops

fuck you left me out to dry, stuck

gotta teach news to box

gotta teach news to bop

and that aint the half of it man

I gotta teach news to block

It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)

sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons

how they grew to be men and father they sons

father they daughters

nigga, you left a fatherless daughter

I never follow your orders

nigga you make me sick

pussy you could....ooh

how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind

I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom

I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9

put it in my palm when I was young

and said that would be mine, you turned me out

the reason why I hit the block

reason why I tried to hit them cops

reason why I started hittin shots

reason why I started gettin licked

and drinkin syrup and skippin court

ginger bread man never think of gettin caught

look at your hand man damn you fought

nigga you left my mom

left us with no good-bye's

you left us out to dry

you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies

no digits numbers was unlisted

you left us with some of my loneliest night

nigga some of my hungriest nights

shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin)

damn we used to think money was white

yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant

we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps

and to think you was my pop,

man i gotta stop shit

chorus: (Beanie Sigel)

dad where have you been

(and when you come home you got us here all along)

mommy where daddy went

(you always take up for him always said you'd make up for him)

mommy what happened then

(what was you cheatin on him why he was always beatin on you?)

daddy where have you been?

(nigga, you gonna hear me out)

[Jay-Z]

I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)

wanted to talk just like him (word)

often momma said I look too much

and I thought just like him (it could happen)

wanted to drink Miller nips

and smoke Newports just like you

but you left me, now I'm goin to court just like you

I would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away"

bullshit, do you even remember December's my birthday?

do you even remember the tender boy

you turned into a cold young man

with one goal and one plan

get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one

always short with the income

always late with the rent

You said that you was comin through

I would stay in the hallway (waitin)

always playin the bench (waitin)

and that day came and went

Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain

but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again

will never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me?

Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?

Mommy why is your eyes puffy?"

please don't cry everything'll be alright

I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light

It's us against the world

we don't need him, right? (right)

mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)

I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now

we doin real good

we don't miss you now

see how life twists around? (fucka!)

chorus

[Beanie Sigel]

Damn how am I gonna say this shit?

hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy

remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap

I remember being kicked out the house

'cause I looked just like you

Said I'd be nothing but a crook

just like you

The niggaz in the hood was shook

Where the just like you

'Cause all they said was little whitey look

I'm just like you

But dog I can't see it at all, shit

We never kicked it at all

We never pitched or kicked at a ball

dog, you never taught me shit

how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat

none of that sorts of shit

Nigga you was an abusive pops

fuck you left me out to dry, stuck

gotta teach news to box

gotta teach news to bop

and that aint the half of it man

I gotta teach news to block

It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)

sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons

how they grew to be men and father they sons

father they daughters

nigga, you left a fatherless daughter

I never follow your orders

nigga you make me sick

pussy you could....ooh

how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind

I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom

I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9

put it in my palm when I was young

and said that would be mine, you turned me out

the reason why I hit the block

reason why I tried to hit them cops

reason why I started hittin shots

reason why I started gettin licked

and drinkin syrup and skippin court

ginger bread man never think of gettin caught

look at your hand man damn you fought

nigga you left my mom

left us with no good-bye's

you left us out to dry

you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies

no digits numbers was unlisted

you left us with some of my loneliest night

nigga some of my hungriest nights

shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin)

damn we used to think money was white

yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant

we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps

and to think you was my pop,

man i gotta stop shit

chorus: (Beanie Sigel)

dad where have you been

(and when you come home you got us here all along)

mommy where daddy went

(you always take up for him always said you'd make up for him)

mommy what happened then

(what was you cheatin on him why he was always beatin on you?)

daddy where have you been?

(nigga, you gonna hear me out)

[Jay-Z]

I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)

wanted to talk just like him (word)

often momma said I look too much

and I thought just like him (it could happen)

wanted to drink Miller nips

and smoke Newports just like you

but you left me, now I'm goin to court just like you

I would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away"

bullshit, do you even remember December's my birthday?

do you even remember the tender boy

you turned into a cold young man

with one goal and one plan

get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one

always short with the income

always late with the rent

You said that you was comin through

I would stay in the hallway (waitin)

always playin the bench (waitin)

and that day came and went

Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain

but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again

will never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me?

Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?

Mommy why is your eyes puffy?"

please don't cry everything'll be alright

I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light

It's us against the world

we don't need him, right? (right)

mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)

I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now

we doin real good

we don't miss you now

see how life twists around? (fucka!)

chorus

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Whatchu Want (The Commission ) (Explicit Ver.)

featuring Jay-Z

The Notorious B.I.G.

3:54

from Notorious B.I.G. - Duets: The Final Chapter [Expicit Version] (2005)

What We Talking About

with Luke Steele

4:04

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 3 (2009)

Blueprint trios
Yeah, yeah

What we talkin' 'bout real shit or we talkin' 'bout rhymes?
You talkin' 'bout millions or you talkin' 'bout mine
What we talkin' 'bout 'cause I ain't got time
For what people be talkin' 'bout all the time

What we talkin' 'bout fiction or we talkin' 'bout fact?
You talkin' 'bout fiction? Hold up, pardon my back
I'm talkin' 'bout life and all I hear is
Oh, yeah, he keeps talkin' 'bout crack

I ain't talkin' 'bout profit, I'm talkin' 'bout pain
I'm talkin' 'bout despair, I'm talkin' 'bout shame
I ain't talkin' 'bout gossip, I ain't talkin' 'bout Game
I ain't talkin 'bout Jimmy, I ain't talkin' 'bout Dame

I'm talkin' 'bout real shit, them people playin'
What is you talkin' 'bout? I don't know what y'all sayin'
People keep talkin' 'bout, Hov take it back
I'm doin' better than before, why would I do that?

Ain't nothing cool 'bout carryin' a strap
'Bout worryin' your moms and buryin' your best cat
Talkin' 'bout revenge while carryin' his casket
All teary eyed 'bout to take it to a mattress

I'm talkin' 'bout music, I ain't talkin' 'bout rap
You talkin' 'bout who's hot, I ain't talkin' 'bout that
The conversation is changed, let's yap about that
I don't run rap no more, I run the map

They talk, we live, we see what
They say, they say, they say
They talk, we did, who cares what
They say, they say, they say

Still they can't' focus on them, they be talkin' 'bout me
Talkin' 'bout what I wear, talkin' 'bout where I be
Check out my hair, these ain't curls, these is peas
Peasey head still get paid, I'm combin' through G's

Please, we ain't focused on naps
'Cause I don't run rap no more, I run the map
A small part of the reason the president is black
I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack

Talkin' 'bout progress, I ain't lookin' back
You know I run track, try not to get lapped
People keep talkin' 'bout Hov left 'em flat
Try to rewrite history, let's talk about facts

Dame made millions even Jaz made some scraps
He could've made more but he didn't sign his contract
As far as street guys, we was dealin' crack
That's just how the game goes, I don't owe nobody jack

Grown men want me to sit 'em on my lap
But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black
I repeat, you can't sit on my lap
I don't have a beard, now get off my sack
Scream at me

They talk, we live, we see what
They say, they say, they say
They talk, we did, who cares what
They say, they say, they say

And now that that's that, let's talk about the future
We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
Now you could choose ta, sit in front of your computa
Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up

Or you could come with me to the White House
Get your suit up, you stuck on being hardcore
I chuck the deuce up, peace out Medusa
Welcome to the Blue ah Print ah tre piece, Jay-Z your tutor

Toota of my own horn, beep, beep, move ya
Ras clot when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I could see the sky
'Cause everybody talkin', Hov, I think we know why

They talk, we live, we see what
They say, they say, they say
They talk, we did, who cares what
They say, they say, they say

Blueprint trios
Yeah, yeah

What we talkin' 'bout real shit or we talkin' 'bout rhymes?
You talkin' 'bout millions or you talkin' 'bout mine
What we talkin' 'bout 'cause I ain't got time
For what people be talkin' 'bout all the time

What we talkin' 'bout fiction or we talkin' 'bout fact?
You talkin' 'bout fiction? Hold up, pardon my back
I'm talkin' 'bout life and all I hear is
Oh, yeah, he keeps talkin' 'bout crack

I ain't talkin' 'bout profit, I'm talkin' 'bout pain
I'm talkin' 'bout despair, I'm talkin' 'bout shame
I ain't talkin' 'bout gossip, I ain't talkin' 'bout Game
I ain't talkin 'bout Jimmy, I ain't talkin' 'bout Dame

I'm talkin' 'bout real shit, them people playin'
What is you talkin' 'bout? I don't know what y'all sayin'
People keep talkin' 'bout, Hov take it back
I'm doin' better than before, why would I do that?

Ain't nothing cool 'bout carryin' a strap
'Bout worryin' your moms and buryin' your best cat
Talkin' 'bout revenge while carryin' his casket
All teary eyed 'bout to take it to a mattress

I'm talkin' 'bout music, I ain't talkin' 'bout rap
You talkin' 'bout who's hot, I ain't talkin' 'bout that
The conversation is changed, let's yap about that
I don't run rap no more, I run the map

They talk, we live, we see what
They say, they say, they say
They talk, we did, who cares what
They say, they say, they say

Still they can't' focus on them, they be talkin' 'bout me
Talkin' 'bout what I wear, talkin' 'bout where I be
Check out my hair, these ain't curls, these is peas
Peasey head still get paid, I'm combin' through G's

Please, we ain't focused on naps
'Cause I don't run rap no more, I run the map
A small part of the reason the president is black
I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack

Talkin' 'bout progress, I ain't lookin' back
You know I run track, try not to get lapped
People keep talkin' 'bout Hov left 'em flat
Try to rewrite history, let's talk about facts

Dame made millions even Jaz made some scraps
He could've made more but he didn't sign his contract
As far as street guys, we was dealin' crack
That's just how the game goes, I don't owe nobody jack

Grown men want me to sit 'em on my lap
But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black
I repeat, you can't sit on my lap
I don't have a beard, now get off my sack
Scream at me

They talk, we live, we see what
They say, they say, they say
They talk, we did, who cares what
They say, they say, they say

And now that that's that, let's talk about the future
We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
Now you could choose ta, sit in front of your computa
Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up

Or you could come with me to the White House
Get your suit up, you stuck on being hardcore
I chuck the deuce up, peace out Medusa
Welcome to the Blue ah Print ah tre piece, Jay-Z your tutor

Toota of my own horn, beep, beep, move ya
Ras clot when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I could see the sky
'Cause everybody talkin', Hov, I think we know why

They talk, we live, we see what
They say, they say, they say
They talk, we did, who cares what
They say, they say, they say

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What They Gonna Do Part Ii

from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)

Oh yeah, uh oh
Y'all know who it is (he's back)

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line
Niggas, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side, stick out her backside

Now what the fuck they gon' do with me
Got money, got broads, got a crew with me
Real as banana clips, I got a Sue with me
Get down or lay down nigga to shoot with me
Now how the fuck they gon' deal with me
I ain't going nowhere, they gotta deal with me
Got the whole BK ready to kill with me
You scared motherfucker, keep it real with me, keep it real with me
Now what the fuck they gon say to me
Got to clap, yi mean all day with me, CLAP, yi mean
Don't play with me, CLAP, yi mean
Stay with me, don't lose me y'all
And please don't confuse me with dog, I'm different
I bought it back for a living
33 O's on a bitch back like Pippen
3 She can keep for herself and distribute
36 O's and a ki, you do the addition
Before Mitchell and Ness did it
I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted
I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it

[Chorus]

Hon' what they gon' say to you
Got your hair did and your favorite shoes
Tell'em don't play with you, get'em away from you
You need a baller like I, call'em like I
See'em like naaaa
Move over y'all amateurs
No, you not balling that's Pro-Am shit
Oh, stop calling that's hoe-man shit
Stop falling asleep that's old man shit
I stands up in it like a champ up in it
Be up in it so long, get my calls transferred in it
No more minute man in it
Get my Soundscan, BDS, and Market and Glance in it

[Chorus]

What they gon do'
You got starch in your flow
I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow
All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilkey
I am art with the flow
Even if I'm filthy, you gotta pardon the flow
Niggas taking it lightly, had to darken the flow
Way I put it together, tear'em apart with the flow
I'm too smart with the flow, you just started the flow
Stop it youngin, you 106th & Park with the flow
I am pro, as you see I'm off the charts with the flow
Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow
In some places they say this, I am God with the flow
Like my office, but they're biased, too involved with the flow
(Oh no) I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow
Troubled man, dare I say, I am Mar with the flow
I come up hard but I evolve with the flow
Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow

[Chorus]

Oh yeah, uh oh
Y'all know who it is (he's back)

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line
Niggas, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side, stick out her backside

Now what the fuck they gon' do with me
Got money, got broads, got a crew with me
Real as banana clips, I got a Sue with me
Get down or lay down nigga to shoot with me
Now how the fuck they gon' deal with me
I ain't going nowhere, they gotta deal with me
Got the whole BK ready to kill with me
You scared motherfucker, keep it real with me, keep it real with me
Now what the fuck they gon say to me
Got to clap, yi mean all day with me, CLAP, yi mean
Don't play with me, CLAP, yi mean
Stay with me, don't lose me y'all
And please don't confuse me with dog, I'm different
I bought it back for a living
33 O's on a bitch back like Pippen
3 She can keep for herself and distribute
36 O's and a ki, you do the addition
Before Mitchell and Ness did it
I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted
I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it

[Chorus]

Hon' what they gon' say to you
Got your hair did and your favorite shoes
Tell'em don't play with you, get'em away from you
You need a baller like I, call'em like I
See'em like naaaa
Move over y'all amateurs
No, you not balling that's Pro-Am shit
Oh, stop calling that's hoe-man shit
Stop falling asleep that's old man shit
I stands up in it like a champ up in it
Be up in it so long, get my calls transferred in it
No more minute man in it
Get my Soundscan, BDS, and Market and Glance in it

[Chorus]

What they gon do'
You got starch in your flow
I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow
All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilkey
I am art with the flow
Even if I'm filthy, you gotta pardon the flow
Niggas taking it lightly, had to darken the flow
Way I put it together, tear'em apart with the flow
I'm too smart with the flow, you just started the flow
Stop it youngin, you 106th & Park with the flow
I am pro, as you see I'm off the charts with the flow
Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow
In some places they say this, I am God with the flow
Like my office, but they're biased, too involved with the flow
(Oh no) I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow
Troubled man, dare I say, I am Mar with the flow
I come up hard but I evolve with the flow
Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow

[Chorus]

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What They Gonna Do Part Ii [W/ Int'L Bonus Track]

작곡:Chad Hugo,Darrell Branch,Glen Larson,Kaseem Dean,Labh Janjua,Panjabi Mc,Pharrell Williams,Shawn Carter

15:24

from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)

Oh yeah, uh oh
Y'all know who it is (he's back)

[Chorus]

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What They Gonna Do Part Ii (Explicit)

작곡:Darrell Branch,Kaseem Dean,Pharrell Williams,Shawn Carter

3:04

from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)

Oh yeah, uh oh
Y'all know who it is (he's back)

[Chorus]

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What They Gonna Do Part 2 (Explicit) [Bonus Track]

3:47

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)

Oh yea
Uh oh
Yall know who it is (he's baaack)
If you with me throw the diamond up one time
Ladies if you with me grind to the base line
Dont be scared to grab her from behind and
make her show out her wild side sneak out the back side

What they gone do with me
Got money got bras got a crew with me
Willis bannanas clips i got a sue with me
Get down and ay down and fuckin shoe with me
Now how the fuck they gone deal with me
I aint goin nowhere they got to deal with me
Got the whole bk ready to kill with me
You scared muthafucker keep it real with me (keep it real
with me)
What the fuck they gone say to me
Got the clap (ya mean) all day with me
Cut muthafucka (ya mean) dont play with me
Cut muthafucka (ya mean) stay with me
Dont lose me yall
Please dont confuse me with dog im different
I brought it back for a livin
33's was on the fuckin back like pippen
3 she could keep for herself and distribute
36 in the key you do the addition mutherfucker
before mister and nest did it i was movin
shit likean Oreo fitted
Im Cal Ripken Jr. lets get it

*If youwith me throw the diamond up one time
ladies if you with it grind to the baseline
Homey dont be scared to grab it from behind
And make her show out her wild side poke out her wild side x2

Mommie what that nigga gone say to you
Got your hair did with your favorite shoes
Tell him dont play with you get him away from you
You need a balla like I call him like I
See him like naw
Move over yall amueters
No you not ballin thats pro amuetuer shit
Oh stop callin that ho man shit
Stop fallin asleep thats old man shit
I stands up in it like a champ up in it
Bia been in it so long get my cars transmitted
No more minute man in it
Get my sound scared
Be the s with the marketing plans in it

* Repeat (x2)

What they gone do
Yo got starch in your flow
I flow to many ways
Hes got an arch in my flow
All sorts of flow
Rim brandand rolkie i am up with the flow
Even if youur filthy got an apartment to flow
Take it likely got a dark in the flow
They way i put it together tear em apart with the flow
Im to smart with the flow
You just started the flow
Stop it yougin
You 106 & Parkin the flow
Im a pro as you see i am off the charts with the flow
Actually im number 1 on the charts with the flow
In some places they say i am gone with the slow
Like my office but they are bias to rebark with the flow (oh
no)
I am the new spirit i am yall with the flow
Trouble man dare i say i am more with the flow
I come apart but i evolve with the flow
Crossover slam dunk rucker park with the flow young

* Repeat (x2)

What they gone do with me
Got money got bras got a crew with me
Willis bannanas clips i got a sue with me
Get down and ay down and fuckin shoe with me
Now how the fuck they gone deal with me
I aint goin nowhere they got to deal with me
Got the whole bk ready to kill with me
You scared muthafucker keep it real with me (keep it real 
with me)
What the fuck they gone say to me
Got the clap (ya mean) all day with me 
Cut muthafucka (ya mean) dont play with me
Cut muthafucka (ya mean) stay with me
Dont lose me yall
Please dont confuse me with dog im different
I brought it back for a livin
33's was on the fuckin back like pippen
3 she could keep for herself and distribute
36 in the key you do the addition mutherfucker
before mister and nest did it i was movin 
shit likean Oreo fitted
Im Cal Ripken Jr. lets get it

*If youwith me throw the diamond up one time
ladies if you with it grind to the baseline
Homey dont be scared to grab it from behind
And make her show out her wild side poke out her wild side x2

Mommie what that nigga gone say to you
Got your hair did with your favorite shoes
Tell him dont play with you get him away from you
You need a balla like I call him like I
See him like naw
Move over yall amueters
No you not ballin thats pro amuetuer shit
Oh stop callin that ho man shit
Stop fallin asleep thats old man shit
I stands up in it like a champ up in it
Bia been in it so long get my cars transmitted
No more minute man in it 
Get my sound scared 
Be the s with the marketing plans in it

* Repeat (x2)

What they gone do
Yo got starch in your flow 
I flow to many ways
Hes got an arch in my flow
All sorts of flow
Rim brandand rolkie i am up with the flow
Even if youur filthy got an apartment to flow
Take it likely got a dark in the flow
They way i put it together tear em apart with the flow
Im to smart with the flow
You just started the flow
Stop it yougin 
You 106 & Parkin the flow
Im a pro as you see i am off the charts with the flow
Actually im number 1 on the charts with the flow
In some places they say i am gone with the slow
Like my office but they are bias to rebark with the flow (oh 
no)
I am the new spirit i am yall with the flow
Trouble man dare i say i am more with the flow
I come apart but i evolve with the flow
Crossover slam dunk rucker park with the flow young

* Repeat (x2)

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What They Gonna Do (Explicit)

featuring Sean Paul

4:54

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)

Yo Yo Yo, Yo Yo Yo
Show out her wild side, stick out her backside

*If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line
Homey, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side
(Sean Paul) Stick out her backside

Now what the fuck they gon' do with me
Got money, got broads, got a crew with me
Real as banana clips, I got a Sue with me
Get down or lay down nigga to shoot with me
Now how the fuck they gon' deal with me
I ain't going nowhere, they gotta deal with me
Got the whole BK ready to kill with me
You scared motherfucker, keep it real with me, keep it real
with me
Now what the fuck they gon say to me
Got to clap, yi mean all day with me, CLAP, yi mean
Don't play with me, CLAP, yi mean
Stay with me, don't lose me y'all
And please don't confuse me with dog, I'm different
I bought it back for a living
33 O's on a bitch back like Pippen
3 She can keep for herself and distribute
36 O's and a ki, you do the addition
Before Mitchell and Ness did it
I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted
I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it

* Repeat

Hon' what they gon' say to you
Got your hair did and your favorite shoes
Tell'em don't play with you, get'em away from you
You need a baller like I, call'em like I
See'em like naaaa
Move over y'all amateurs
No, you not balling that's Pro-Am shit
Oh, stop calling that's hoe-man shit
Stop falling asleep that's old man shit
I stands up in it like a champ up in it
Be up in it so long, get my calls transferred in it
No more minute man in it
Get my Soundscan, BDS, and Market and Glance in it

* Repeat

What they gon do'
You got starch in your flow
I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow
All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilkey
I am art with the flow
Even if I'm filthy, you gotta pardon the flow
Niggas taking it lightly, had to darken the flow
Way I put it together, tear'em apart with the flow
I'm too smart with the flow, you just started the flow
Stop it youngin, you 106th & Park with the flow
I am pro, as you see I'm off the charts with the flow
Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow
In some places they say this, I am God with the flow
Like my office, but they're biased, too involved with the
flow
(Oh no) I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow
Troubled man, dare I say, I am Mar with the flow
I come up hard but I evolve with the flow
Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow

* Repeat

Yo Yo Yo, Yo Yo Yo
Show out her wild side, stick out her backside

*If you with me, throw the diamond up one time
Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line
Homey, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side
(Sean Paul) Stick out her backside

Now what the fuck they gon' do with me
Got money, got broads, got a crew with me
Real as banana clips, I got a Sue with me
Get down or lay down nigga to shoot with me
Now how the fuck they gon' deal with me
I ain't going nowhere, they gotta deal with me
Got the whole BK ready to kill with me
You scared motherfucker, keep it real with me, keep it real 
with me
Now what the fuck they gon say to me
Got to clap, yi mean all day with me, CLAP, yi mean
Don't play with me, CLAP, yi mean
Stay with me, don't lose me y'all
And please don't confuse me with dog, I'm different
I bought it back for a living
33 O's on a bitch back like Pippen
3 She can keep for herself and distribute
36 O's and a ki, you do the addition
Before Mitchell and Ness did it
I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted
I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it

* Repeat

What they gon do'
You got starch in your flow
I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow
All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilkey
I am art with the flow
Even if I'm filthy, you gotta pardon the flow
Niggas taking it lightly, had to darken the flow
Way I put it together, tear'em apart with the flow
I'm too smart with the flow, you just started the flow
Stop it youngin, you 106th & Park with the flow
I am pro, as you see I'm off the charts with the flow
Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow
In some places they say this, I am God with the flow
Like my office, but they're biased, too involved with the 
flow
(Oh no) I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow
Troubled man, dare I say, I am Mar with the flow
I come up hard but I evolve with the flow
Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow

* Repeat

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What More Can I Say

작곡:Andre Gonzalez,Jamal Johnson,Kenneth Gamble,Roland Chambers,Shawn Carter,Thomas Bell

4:55

from Jay-Z - The Black Album (2004)

"Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained?"
"Is this not why you are here?"

[Jay-Z]
Uh uh-huh..
Uh uh-huh UHH

{*crowd noise gets louder*}

Turn the music up, turn me down
Guru.. let's go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn, stand up

[Verse One]
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood, or this pop, this hot, or this strong
With so many different flows there's one for this song
The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy
They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked
they whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome
I'm like - TOUGH!
I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
I'm in - new sneakers, dual-seaters
Few divas, what more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you
Double-U I, double-L, I-E
Nobody truer than, H-O-V
And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
Prime Minister, back to finish my business up

[Chorus]
What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?
What more can I doooooooooooo?
I gave this up to youuuuuuuuu
I know this much is truuuuuue, truuuuuuue

[Jay-Z]
What more can I say to you?
You heard it all

[Verse Two]
You already know what I'm about, flyin birds down South
Movin wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought
Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt
But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
Young H-O pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid fo', friends they roll
Private jets down to Church and Caycos
Crist' caseloads, I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live, I can't let a day go
by without me bein fly or fresh to death
Head to toe 'til the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys, I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga button up
S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete
What more can I say? Guru play the beat!

We gon' let this ride into the hook
- I'ma snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
- Get my grown man on
LET'S GO!

(What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?)

[Verse Three]
Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
for like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily
white that mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly - it's both
I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact, I'm just previewin it
This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it
One-two and I won't stop abusin it
To groupie girls, stop false accusin it
Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent
Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh
What up B, they can't shut up me
Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me
Paint me like a pickany
I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head
I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off
Young, Hova the God, nigga blasphemy
I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there
And nigga, why would I ever care?
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excludin nobody, look what I embody
The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street
A CEO's mind, that marketin plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culture
I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this!

(What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?)

"Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained?"
"Is this not why you are here?"

[Jay-Z]
Uh uh-huh..
Uh uh-huh UHH

{*crowd noise gets louder*}

Turn the music up, turn me down
Guru.. let's go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn, stand up

[Verse One]
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood, or this pop, this hot, or this strong
With so many different flows there's one for this song
The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy
They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked
they whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome
I'm like - TOUGH!
I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
I'm in - new sneakers, dual-seaters
Few divas, what more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you
Double-U I, double-L, I-E
Nobody truer than, H-O-V
And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
Prime Minister, back to finish my business up

[Chorus]
What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?
What more can I doooooooooooo?
I gave this up to youuuuuuuuu
I know this much is truuuuuue, truuuuuuue

[Jay-Z]
What more can I say to you?
You heard it all

[Verse Two]
You already know what I'm about, flyin birds down South
Movin wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought
Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt
But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
Young H-O pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid fo', friends they roll
Private jets down to Church and Caycos
Crist' caseloads, I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live, I can't let a day go
by without me bein fly or fresh to death
Head to toe 'til the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys, I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga button up
S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete
What more can I say? Guru play the beat!

We gon' let this ride into the hook
- I'ma snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
- Get my grown man on
LET'S GO!

(What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?)

[Verse Three]
Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
for like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily
white that mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly - it's both
I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact, I'm just previewin it
This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it
One-two and I won't stop abusin it
To groupie girls, stop false accusin it
Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent
Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh
What up B, they can't shut up me
Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me
Paint me like a pickany
I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head
I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off
Young, Hova the God, nigga blasphemy
I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there
And nigga, why would I ever care?
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excludin nobody, look what I embody
The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street
A CEO's mind, that marketin plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culture
I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this!

(What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?)

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What More Can I Say

from Jay-Z - The Black Album (2004)

(Are you not entertained?)
(Are..you..not..entertained?)
(Is this not why you're here?)
Uh, Uh, Huh
Turn the music up
Turn me down
Guru...Lets go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up

[Verse One]
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop, this hot
Or this strong
With so many different flows
This ones for this song
The next one I'll switch up
This one will get bit up
These fucks
Too lazy to make up shit
They crazy
They don't...paint pictures
They just trace me
You know what
Soon they forget where they plucked
They whole style from
And try to reverse the outcome
I'm like...tough
I'm not a biter
I'm a writer
For myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough
I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough
Plus I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about
Bring em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in...New sneakers
Deuce seaters
Few Diva's
What more can I tell you
Let me spell it for you
W-I-Double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up

[Chorus: Singing]
What more can I say?
What more can I do?
I give this all to you
I know this much is true
My Life
(Look at my life)
(See what I see)

[Verse Two]
You already know what I'm about
Flyin birds down south
Movin wet off the step
Purple Rain in the drought
Stuntin on hoes
Brushin off my shirt
But ain't nothin on my clothes
'Cept my chain
My name
Young H-O
Pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets down the Turks and Caicos
Cris' case loads
I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go
By
Without me being fly
Fresh to death
Head to toe until the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my feet
Make my sight complete
What more can I say Guru play the beat, I'm livin'

We gonna let this ride into the hook
I'mma snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
LET'S GO
(What more can I say?)

[Verse Three]
Now you know ass is willie
When they got you in a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lilly
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I don't mean to boast
But damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact I'm just previewin it
This ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, Two and I won't stop abusin it
To groupie girls stop false accusin it
Back to the music
The Maybach roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem Houston
What up B
They can't shut up me
Shut down I
Not even P.E.
I'mma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly
What these streets did to me
So picture me
Lettin these clowns nit pick at me
and Paint me like a pickiny
I will literally
Kiss Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me
Then squeeze into your forehead
I'm not the one to score points off
In fact
I got a joint to knock your points off
Young
Hova the God nigga blasphamy
I'm at the Trump International
Ask for me
I ain't never scared
I'm everywhere
You ain't never there
Nigga why would I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excluding nobody
Look what I embody
The soul of a hustler I really ran the street
A CEO's mind
That marketing plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culutre
I supposed to be number one on everybody list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this man

(What more can I say?)

[Verse One]
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop, this hot
Or this strong
With so many different flows
This ones for this song
The next one I'll switch up
This one will get bit up
These fucks
Too lazy to make up shit
They crazy
They don't...paint pictures
They just trace me
You know what
Soon they forget where they plucked
They whole style from
And try to reverse the outcome
I'm like...tough
I'm not a biter
I'm a writer
For myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough
I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough
Plus I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about
Bring em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in...New sneakers
Deuce seaters
Few Diva's
What more can I tell you
Let me spell it for you
W-I-Double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more
New York's ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up

[Chorus: Singing]
What more can I say?
What more can I do?
I give this all to you
I know this much is true
My Life
(Look at my life)
(See what I see)

[Verse Two]
You already know what I'm about
Flyin birds down south
Movin wet off the step
Purple Rain in the drought
Stuntin on hoes
Brushin off my shirt
But ain't nothin on my clothes
'Cept my chain
My name
Young H-O
Pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets down the Turks and Caicos
Cris' case loads
I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go
By
Without me being fly
Fresh to death
Head to toe until the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my feet
Make my sight complete
What more can I say Guru play the beat, I'm livin'

We gonna let this ride into the hook
I'mma snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
LET'S GO
(What more can I say?)

[Verse Three]
Now you know ass is willie
When they got you in a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lilly
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I don't mean to boast
But damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact I'm just previewin it
This ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it
One, Two and I won't stop abusin it
To groupie girls stop false accusin it
Back to the music
The Maybach roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem Houston
What up B
They can't shut up me
Shut down I
Not even P.E.
I'mma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly
What these streets did to me
So picture me
Lettin these clowns nit pick at me
and Paint me like a pickiny
I will literally
Kiss Tee-Tee in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me
Then squeeze into your forehead
I'm not the one to score points off
In fact
I got a joint to knock your points off
Young
Hova the God nigga blasphamy
I'm at the Trump International
Ask for me
I ain't never scared
I'm everywhere
You ain't never there
Nigga why would I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excluding nobody
Look what I embody
The soul of a hustler I really ran the street
A CEO's mind
That marketing plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culutre
I supposed to be number one on everybody list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this man

(What more can I say?)

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What It Feels Like

Jay-Z, Nipsey Hussle

from Judas and the Black Messiah: The Inspired Album [omnibus] (2021)

Welcome To The Jungle

2:54

from Jay-Z, Kanye West - Watch The Throne [Deluxe Edition] (2011)

Welcome To Hollywood

featuring Jay-Z

3:22

from Beyonce - Karaoke Hits Vol. 1 (2008)

[Intro: Jay-Z + (Beyonce)]
It ain’t for everybody!
(Uhhhh) Welcome to Hollywood baby
(Take a picture) Uh huh
You coming with? (Let’s not even talk about it)
Let’s do it (Let’s Go!)

[Bridge 1]
I see your jealousy as your watching
Your watching
It’s kinda sexy to me how you watching Your watching
I see your face (I see your face)
You wanna touch it (You wanna touch it)
Come to my place (Come to my crib)
And let’s discuss it (Let’s chop it up)
Tonight you’ll be (Tonight you gon’ be a superstar)
a superstar
come let me sign you up
(let’s get into it)

[Chorus:]
Ooh it’s the lights (You blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood
Ooh it’s the lights (You blinded by the)
Satisfaction! (You need that)
Hollywood

You got to get it
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh
Do you want it
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh
But you don’t need it
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh
What do you do (
oh oh oh
What do you do
oh oh oh
Hey

I see your face (I see your face)
You wanna touch it (You wanna touch it)
Come to my place (Come to my crib)
And let’s discuss it (Let’s chop it up)
Tonight you’ll be (Tonight you gon’ be a superstar)
a superstar
come let me sign you up

[Chorus]
Ooh it’s the lights (You blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood
Ooh it’s the lights (You blinded by the)
Satisfaction! (You need that)
Hollywood

You hear it screamin
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh
Cameras rollin
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh
So addictive
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh
like Hollywood
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh

And everybody warning you about it (Try to told you)
And once you taste you can’t live without it (It’s addictive)
Not cause you choose to not live without it (Sure you want this baby)
It’s now a part of you (It’s a part of you)
It’s now a part of you
And everybody warning you about it (I see you blinded)
And once you taste you can’t live

[Chorus]
Ooh it’s the lights (It’s the lights)
Action! (Action)
Hollywood (Hollywood)
Ooh it’s the lights (Satisfaction)
Satisfaction! (So addictive)
(Hey) Hollywood (Hollywood)

Wanna be seen
Male groupies
What you once despised
James Dean
John Belushi
Blow your whole life
Tryna live in the lights
Heroins followin Marilyn Hoppin’
over the edges
just like Janice Joplin
River Phoenix
Jimi Hendrix
Jamie Morrison
All of them ended by
Hollywood

I see your face and a you wanna touch
come to my place and we can discuss it

Hollywood, Welcome to Hollywood

[Intro: Jay-Z + (Beyonce)]
It ain’t for everybody!
(Uhhhh) Welcome to Hollywood baby
(Take a picture) Uh huh
You coming with? (Let’s not even talk about it)
Let’s do it (Let’s Go!)

[Bridge 1]
I see your jealousy as your watching
Your watching 
It’s kinda sexy to me how you watching Your watching
I see your face (I see your face)
You wanna touch it (You wanna touch it)
Come to my place (Come to my crib)
And let’s discuss it (Let’s chop it up)
Tonight you’ll be (Tonight you gon’ be a superstar)
a superstar
come let me sign you up
(let’s get into it)

[Chorus:]
Ooh it’s the lights (You blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood
Ooh it’s the lights (You blinded by the)
Satisfaction! (You need that)
Hollywood

You got to get it
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh
Do you want it
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh
But you don’t need it
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh
What do you do (
oh oh oh
What do you do 
oh oh oh
Hey

I see your face (I see your face)
You wanna touch it (You wanna touch it)
Come to my place (Come to my crib)
And let’s discuss it (Let’s chop it up)
Tonight you’ll be (Tonight you gon’ be a superstar)
a superstar
come let me sign you up

[Chorus]
Ooh it’s the lights (You blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood
Ooh it’s the lights (You blinded by the)
Satisfaction! (You need that)
Hollywood

You hear it screamin
oh oh oh oh 
oh oh oh 
Cameras rollin
oh oh oh oh 
oh oh oh
So addictive
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh 
like Hollywood
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh

And everybody warning you about it (Try to told you)
And once you taste you can’t live without it (It’s addictive)
Not cause you choose to not live without it (Sure you want this baby)
It’s now a part of you (It’s a part of you)
It’s now a part of you
And everybody warning you about it (I see you blinded)
And once you taste you can’t live

[Chorus]
Ooh it’s the lights (It’s the lights)
Action! (Action)
Hollywood (Hollywood)
Ooh it’s the lights (Satisfaction)
Satisfaction! (So addictive)
(Hey) Hollywood (Hollywood)

Wanna be seen
Male groupies
What you once despised
James Dean
John Belushi
Blow your whole life
Tryna live in the lights
Heroins followin Marilyn Hoppin’ 
over the edges
just like Janice Joplin
River Phoenix
Jimi Hendrix
Jamie Morrison
All of them ended by
Hollywood

I see your face and a you wanna touch
come to my place and we can discuss it

Hollywood, Welcome to Hollywood

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We Ride

featuring Cam'Ron,Noreaga,Jay-Z,Vegas Cats

R. Kelly

4:50

from R. Kelly - R. (1998)

Uh huh hey I remember when
I back in the days
When I ain't hot shit
now that I got shit
Niggas wanna keep up shit
But it's all good
watch me do this shit
Yo yo yo yo ay yo
from my town to
Chitown R Kelly got some
thugs to make you lock down
Voice cry hot sounds
tied down cop twisters
Shop lifters with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green
candyman up in cabrini green
Some cats I know like to
splurge on they wrists
But my man karate man cut
the nerves out his fist
But yo throw your hands up y'all
it's just love in here
It ain't shit but a thug affair
I'm at the bar
spendin thug money
Cop so much huh
they say I love money
carats like bugs bunny
So lets slide you
got the right thong
Dju don't know
I'm all night long
The DJ playing
all the right songs
To the BM REM's are Muy bien
It's R Kelly killer
Cam Baby girl
can you dig now
Next time we see him yo
we laying Mr Biggs down
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honeys in the club
To all the hoods
that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice
getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights
we ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
Yo I used to be in Chitown
and collect panties
When I make cabrini
green you know I hit Sammy's
Thugged out yo
all my people givin eye jammies
Now them shorties say I'm cute
when they can't stand me
R Kelly yo
I'm right from the belly
you know the soul
Everything that we spit on
is platinum gold
But now it's for the love
for all the players and the thugs
Yo it's a party goin on
meet me right at the club
We got some chickens
in the living room getting it on
And they ain't leaving
till six in the morning
Thugged out my people
gettin head while we on and
Tear the club up
every time we performin
Gun up in your waist
please don't shoot up the place
Because this shorty right here
lookin good in my face
Ay yo it's so deep
I told shorty just last week
Uh huh it's like
you remind me of my jeep
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honeys in the club
To all the hoods
that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice
getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights
we ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
Only ballers be allowed up in here
Money makers got my thug niggas
watchin my rear for player
haters Eighteen and
I'm livin a dream go figure
How a nigga that's younger
than you ice bigger
Don't sweat that
stick to rap nigga try that
Call my nigga R Kell if you
need a hit black
And when you get it
make it known baby who did it
It'll make your fans hit
the stores and go get it
Now here come a bitter
sweet note for the fellas
Left out the club with
her friend now she jealous
Mad cuz she can't ride in the LS
Yeah she kinda mad
but a baller could care less
While you sleep
sleep sleep I'm inna
Benz going beep beep beep
Got your girl sayin' Yo who he
So let's ride
to Rockland's party uh huh
Check Ghetto pro federal
Jay Z shake the dice let em go
Bet a load I tear down every show
Better know cheddar
crowed like the front babe row
Says R Jay y'all
all I need is four bars
I'm hotter than a lotta men
Switch up cars like
Rodman's hair color
then hit your broad
I'm borderline too much
for the mortal mind
Every time you ought to rewind
find there's more to find
Now pop that cork
then pour the wine
Represent New York
to Chitown like what
Floss mine like of
course my what
Never cross my family
can we all get along
Hell no I'm tryin to tell y'all
who dat is that rule that biz
Not your baby daddy
but Jay Z true that is
Better school that
kid on who's shoes that is
Or who I be nigga V I P Jigga
To all my players and my thugs
To all my honeys in the club
To all the hoods
that show me love
We ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
To all my ballers lockin ice
getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights
we ride we ride
From Chitown to LA
Let's get together
and make this make this loot
Trackmasters Rockland
Make this loot
Untertainment
Come on players
Thugged out
Come on players
And we out like that
Rock a fella ya'll

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We Got Em Goin'

featuring Memphis Bleek 작곡:M. Cox,Robert Kelly,Shawn Carter

4:01

from R. Kelly, Jay-Z - Unfinished Business (2004)

Wake Up

Jay-Z, Missy Elliott

4:06

from Missy Elliott - This Is Not A Test! (2003)

Versus (Interlude)

from Jay-Z - Magna Carta Holy Grail (2013)

Venus Vs. Mars

3:11

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 3 (2009)

Hov's a Blackberry Bold, Shawty is a Sidekick,
She used to have a man, I used to have a side chick,
Shawty got wind I had to blow the chick off,
got rid of him they both took the sh-t hard,
shawty play the piano me I play the white keys,
shawty from the south, oh, I think she like me,
Shawty like Pac, me Big Poppa,
screaming hit em up, I'm screaming who shot ya,
I'm on that red wine, shawty like white,
same sh-t different toilet,
we both getting nice,
me I'm from the apple which means I'm the Mac
She's a PC, she lives in my lap.

[Chorus]
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in, Venus Versus Mars,

Whether Black or white we both like Mike,
We both like Jordans, Both Phil's nice,
When I finish breakfast, shawty's out for lunch,
yeah we both eating its better than brunch,
shawty like Pepsi, me I'm da Coke Man,
Body like a coke bottle, I crush it like a Coke can,
Started at the window, then the bedroom wall,
the Ying to my Yang, I skeet skeet off,
I hits it from the back, Shawty like the front,
the Bonnie to my Clyde,
both riding shotgun,
both covered in gold like C3PO,
James and Florida Evans let the good times roll,

[Chorus]
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in, Venus Versus Mars,

Thought Shawty was the truth, found out she was a cheater,
we were supposed to takeover, I caught her bumping Ether!
I thought shawty like Mike, found out she like Prince,
thought she was Adrian, it’s been Rocky ever since,
My dollars was down, she left me for some Euro’s,
Took my whole flavour, I call her coke zero,
Co-MVP like Kobe and Shaq,
left me for the Heat,
we were winning back to back,
said I partied too much, shawty got fed up,
shawty got Britney shaved her whole head up,
we used to make out, kissing each others face off,
Fell for the ponzi scheme, damn shawty just Made-off.

[Chorus] 
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard 
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard 
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard 
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard 
Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard 
Shawty get it in, Venus Versus Mars,

Whether Black or white we both like Mike, 
We both like Jordans, Both Phil's nice, 
When I finish breakfast, shawty's out for lunch, 
yeah we both eating its better than brunch, 
shawty like Pepsi, me I'm da Coke Man, 
Body like a coke bottle, I crush it like a Coke can, 
Started at the window, then the bedroom wall, 
the Ying to my Yang, I skeet skeet off, 
I hits it from the back, Shawty like the front, 
the Bonnie to my Clyde, 
both riding shotgun, 
both covered in gold like C3PO, 
James and Florida Evans let the good times roll,

Thought Shawty was the truth, found out she was a cheater, 
we were supposed to takeover, I caught her bumping Ether! 
I thought shawty like Mike, found out she like Prince, 
thought she was Adrian, it’s been Rocky ever since, 
My dollars was down, she left me for some Euro’s,
Took my whole flavour, I call her coke zero, 
Co-MVP like Kobe and Shaq, 
left me for the Heat, 
we were winning back to back, 
said I partied too much, shawty got fed up, 
shawty got Britney shaved her whole head up, 
we used to make out, kissing each others face off, 
Fell for the ponzi scheme, damn shawty just Made-off.

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Upgrade You

featuring Jay-Z

Beyoncé

from Beyonce - B'Day Anthology Video Album [video] (2007)

Upgrade U

featuring Jay-Z

from Beyonce - B'Day (2006)

Beyonce - Upgrade U(feat. Jay-Z)

Hehehe Yeah b,
Talk your shit heheh (partner let me upgrade you)
How you're gonna upgrade me
What's higher than number one
you know I used to beat that block
Now I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you)

[verse 1:]
I hear you be the block
But I'm the lights that keep the streets on
Notice you the type that like to keep them on a
Leash though
I'm known to walk alone
But I'm alone for a reason
Sending me a drink ain't appeasing
Believe me
Come harder this wont be easy
Don't doubt yourself trust me you need me
This ain't a shoulder with a chip or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for

[bridge:]
You need a real woman in your life
That's a good look
Taking care, home is still fly
That's a good look
I'm gonna help you build up your account
Thats a good look
Better yet a hood look,
Ladies thats a good look
When you're in them big meetings for the mills
Thats a good look
It take me just to compliment the deal
Thats a good look
Anything you cop I'll split the bill
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Believe me
Ladies that's a good look

[chorus:]
Partner let me upgrade you
Audemars Piguet you
Switch your neck ties to purple labels
Upgrade you
I can (up), can I (up)
Lemme upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things &
Upgrade you
I can (up),
Can I (up), let me
Upgrade you
(partner let me upgrade you)

[verse 2:]
I can do for you what Martin did for the people
Ran by the men but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom that you're blessed to find your equal
Still play my part and let you take the lead role
Believe me
I'll follow this could be easy
I'll be the help whenever you need me
I see you hustle wit my hustle I
Can keep you
Focused on your focus I can feed you

[bridge:]
You need a real woman in your life
That's a good look
Taking care
Home is still fly
That's a good look
I'm gonna help you build up your account
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Ladies that's a good look

When you're in the big meetings for the mills
That's a good look
It take me just to compliment the deal
That's a good look
Anything you cop I'll split the bill
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Ladies that's a good look

[chorus]

[Jay-Z:]
(Uh HOV, Uh, HOV, uh huh huh!)
I B the d-boy who infiltrated all the corporate dudes
They call shots, I call audibles
Jacob the jeweler, baubles, Lorraine Schwartz sorta dude
It's big balling baby when I'm courting you
I'm talking spy bags and fly pads and rooms at the Bloomberg
And rumors you on the verge of a new merge
'Cause that rock on ya finger is like a tumor
You can't fit ya hand in ya new purse
It's humorous to me they watching
and we just yachting off the island hopping off
Amalfi coast
Mafioso, oh baby you ever seen Saturn
No, not the car but everywhere we are
You sure to see stars.
This is high level not eye level,
My bezzle courtesy of Audemars
I order yours tomorrow now look at the time I saved you
Mama let me upgrade you

[hook:]
Just when you think we had it all
Big ends, condos, collecting cars
Picture your life elevating with me
You my project celebrity
I keep your name hot in them streets
That little glimpse of light
Makes that diamond really shine
And you already is a star
Unless your flawless
Then ya dynasty ain't complete without a chief like me
Partner let me upgrade you
Audemars Piguet you
You switch your neckties to purple labels
Upgrade you
I can up
Can I up
Lemme upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things
And upgrade you
I can up
Can I up?
Lemme upgrade you
Partner lemme upgrade you

[Outro:]
Audemars Piguet watch
Dimples in ya necktie
Hermes briefcase
Cartier top clips
Silk lined blazers
Diamond creamed facials
VVS cuff links
6 star pent suites

Partner let me upgrade ya grade ya
Partner partner let me upgrade ya grade ya
Let me let me let me upgrade ya grade ya
Partner partner partner let me upgrade ya (huh...)

Beyonce - Upgrade U(feat. Jay-Z)

Hehehe Yeah b,
Talk your shit heheh (partner let me upgrade you)
How you're gonna upgrade me
What's higher than number one
you know I used to beat that block
Now I be's the block (partner let me upgrade you)

[verse 1:]
I hear you be the block
But I'm the lights that keep the streets on
Notice you the type that like to keep them on a
Leash though
I'm known to walk alone
But I'm alone for a reason
Sending me a drink ain't appeasing
Believe me
Come harder this wont be easy
Don't doubt yourself trust me you need me
This ain't a shoulder with a chip or an ego
But what you think they all mad at me for

[bridge:]
You need a real woman in your life
That's a good look
Taking care, home is still fly
That's a good look
I'm gonna help you build up your account
Thats a good look
Better yet a hood look,
Ladies thats a good look
When you're in them big meetings for the mills
Thats a good look
It take me just to compliment the deal
Thats a good look
Anything you cop I'll split the bill
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Believe me
Ladies that's a good look

[chorus:]
Partner let me upgrade you
Audemars Piguet you
Switch your neck ties to purple labels
Upgrade you
I can (up), can I (up)
Lemme upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things &
Upgrade you
I can (up),
Can I (up), let me
Upgrade you
(partner let me upgrade you)

[verse 2:]
I can do for you what Martin did for the people
Ran by the men but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom that you're blessed to find your equal
Still play my part and let you take the lead role
Believe me
I'll follow this could be easy
I'll be the help whenever you need me
I see you hustle wit my hustle I
Can keep you
Focused on your focus I can feed you

[bridge:]
You need a real woman in your life
That's a good look
Taking care
Home is still fly
That's a good look
I'm gonna help you build up your account
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Ladies that's a good look

When you're in the big meetings for the mills
That's a good look
It take me just to compliment the deal
That's a good look
Anything you cop I'll split the bill
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Ladies that's a good look

[chorus]

[Jay-Z:]
(Uh HOV, Uh, HOV, uh huh huh!)
I B the d-boy who infiltrated all the corporate dudes
They call shots, I call audibles
Jacob the jeweler, baubles, Lorraine Schwartz sorta dude
It's big balling baby when I'm courting you
I'm talking spy bags and fly pads and rooms at the Bloomberg
And rumors you on the verge of a new merge
'Cause that rock on ya finger is like a tumor
You can't fit ya hand in ya new purse
It's humorous to me they watching
and we just yachting off the island hopping off
Amalfi coast
Mafioso, oh baby you ever seen Saturn
No, not the car but everywhere we are
You sure to see stars.
This is high level not eye level,
My bezzle courtesy of Audemars
I order yours tomorrow now look at the time I saved you
Mama let me upgrade you

[hook:]
Just when you think we had it all
Big ends, condos, collecting cars
Picture your life elevating with me
You my project celebrity
I keep your name hot in them streets
That little glimpse of light
Makes that diamond really shine
And you already is a star
Unless your flawless
Then ya dynasty ain't complete without a chief like me
Partner let me upgrade you
Audemars Piguet you
You switch your neckties to purple labels
Upgrade you
I can up
Can I up
Lemme upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to some new things
And upgrade you
I can up
Can I up?
Lemme upgrade you
Partner lemme upgrade you

[Outro:]
Audemars Piguet watch
Dimples in ya necktie
Hermes briefcase
Cartier top clips
Silk lined blazers
Diamond creamed facials
VVS cuff links
6 star pent suites

Partner let me upgrade ya grade ya
Partner partner let me upgrade ya grade ya
Let me let me let me upgrade ya grade ya
Partner partner partner let me upgrade ya (huh...)

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Upgrade U

featuring Jay - Z,Jay-Z

4:33

from Beyonce - B'Day (2006)

Yeah B
Talk yo shit
Partner let me upgrade ya
How you gonna upgrade me
What's higher than number one
You know I used to
beat that block
Now I be's the block
Partner let me upgrade ya
I hear you be the block
But I'm the light that
keep the streets on
Notice you the type
that like to keep them
on a leash though
I'm known to walk alone
But I'm alone for a reason
Sendin' me a drink
ain't appeasin'
Believe me
Come harder this won't be easy
Don't doubt yourself
trust me you need me
This ain't a no shoulder
with a chip or an ego
But what you think
they all mad at me for
You need a real woman
in your life
That's a good look
Takin' care of
home and still fly
That's a good look
And I'ma help you build up
your account
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Ladies that's a good look
When you're in them
big meetings for the mils
That's a good look
You take me just to
complement the deal
That's a good look
and Anything you cop
I'll split the bill
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Believe me
Partner let me upgrade you
Audmars Piguet you
Switch your necktie to
Purple Labels
Upgrade ya
I can up
Can I up
Lemme upgrade ya
Partner let me upgrade ya
Partner let me upgrade you
Flip a new page
Introduce you to
some new things and
Upgrade you
I can up
Can I up
Let me upgrade you
Partner let me upgrade ya
I can do for you what
Martin did for the people
Ran by the men
but the women keep the tempo
It's very seldom
that you're blessed
to find your equal
Still play my part
and let you take the lead role
Believe me
I'll follow
This could be easy
I'll be the help
whenever you need me
I see you hustle wit my hustle
I can keep you
Focused on yo focus
I can feed you
You need a real woman
in your life
That's a good look
Takin' care of
home and still fly
That's a good look
I can help you build up
your account
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Ladies that's a good look
When you're in them
big meetings for the mils
That's a good look
You take me just to
complement the deal
That's a good look
Anything you cop
I'll split the bill
That's a good look
Better yet a hood look
Believe me
I can upgrade ya
Partner let me upgrade ya
Audemar Piguet you
Switch your necktie to
Purple Labels
Upgrade you
I can up
Can I up
Lemme upgrade ya
Partner let me upgrade ya
Partner let me upgrade ya
Flip a new page
Introduce you to
some new things and
Upgrade you
I can up
Can I up
Let me upgrade ya
Partner let me upgrade ya
I Be the d boy
who infiltrated
all the corporate dudes
They call shots
I call audibles
Jacob the jeweler baubles
Lauraine Schwartz sorta dude
It's big ballin baby
when I'm courtin you
I'm talkin spy bags
and fly pads
and rooms at the Bloomberg
And rumors you
on the verge of a new merge
'Cause that rock on ya finger's
like a tumor
You can't fit ya hand
in ya new purse
It's humorous to me
they watchin and
We just yachtin'
island hopping off the
Amalfi coast
Mafioso
HOV baby you ever seen Saturn
No Not the car
But everywhere we are
You sure to see stars
This is high level
Not eye level
My bezel courtesy of Audemars
I'll order yours tomorrow now
look at the time I saved ya
Mama let me upgrade ya
Just when you think
you had it all
Big ends condos
collecting cars
Picture your life
elevated with me
Make you my project celebrity
I keep your name hot
in them streets
That makes a diamond
really shine
And you already is a star but
Unless you're flawless
Then ya dynasty ain't complete
without a chief like me
Partner let me upgrade ya
Audemar Piguet you
Switch your necktie to
Purple Labels
Upgrade you
I can up
Can I up
Lemme upgrade ya
Partner let me upgrade ya
Partner let me upgrade ya
Flip a new page
Introduce you to
some new things and
Upgrade ya
I can up
Can I up
Let me upgrade ya
Partner let me upgrade ya
Audemars Piguet watch
Dimples in ya necktie
Hermes briefcase
Cartier tieclips
Silk lined blazers
Diamond creamed facials
VVX cuff links
6 star pimp suites
Partna let me upgrade ya
grade ya
Partna partna
let me upgrade ya grade ya
Let me let me
let me upgrade ya grade ya
Partna partna partna
let me upgrade ya

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Umbrella - Seamus Haji & Paul Emanuel

featuring Jay-Z

3:58

from Rihanna - Good Girl Gone Bad : The Remixes [remix] (2009)

[Jay-Z]
Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)
Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)
Ahuh Ahuh (Take three... Action)
Ahuh Ahuh

No clouds in my storms
Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank
Coming down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone,
we Rocafella
We fly higher than weather
And G5? are better, You know me,
an anticipation, for precipitation.
Stacked chips for the rainy day
Jay, Rain Man is back with little
Ms. Sunshine
Rihanna where you at?

[Rihanna]
You have my heart
And we'll never be worlds apart
May be in magazines
But you'll still be my star
Baby cause in the dark

You can't see shiny cars
And that's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because

[Chorus]
When the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

These fancy things,
will never come in between
You're part of my entity, here for Infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt it's cards
If the hand is hard,
together we'll mend your heart
Because

[Chorus]
When the sun shines,
we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

You can run into my arms
It's okay don't be alarmed
Come into me
There's no distance in between our love
So go on and let the rain pour
I'll be all you need and more
Because

[Chorus]
When the sun shines, we'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be a friend
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

It's raining
Ooh baby it's raining
Baby come into me
Come into me
It's raining
Oh baby it's raining

[Jay-Z] 
Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna) 
Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad) 
Ahuh Ahuh (Take three... Action) 
Ahuh Ahuh

No clouds in my storms 
Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank 
Coming down with the Dow Jones 
When the clouds come we gone, 
we Rocafella 
We fly higher than weather 
And G5? are better, You know me, 
an anticipation, for precipitation. 
Stacked chips for the rainy day 
Jay, Rain Man is back with little 
Ms. Sunshine 
Rihanna where you at?

[Rihanna] 
You have my heart 
And we'll never be worlds apart 
May be in magazines 
But you'll still be my star 
Baby cause in the dark

You can't see shiny cars 
And that's when you need me there 
With you I'll always share 
Because

[Chorus] 
When the sun shines, we'll shine together 
Told you I'll be here forever 
Said I'll always be a friend 
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end 
Now that it's raining more than ever 
Know that we'll still have each other 
You can stand under my umbrella 
You can stand under my umbrella 
(Ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(Ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(Ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

These fancy things, 
will never come in between 
You're part of my entity, here for Infinity 
When the war has took it's part 
When the world has dealt it's cards 
If the hand is hard, 
together we'll mend your heart 
Because

[Chorus] 
When the sun shines, 
we'll shine together 
Told you I'll be here forever 
Said I'll always be a friend 
Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end 
Now that it's raining more than ever 
Know that we'll still have each other 
You can stand under my umbrella 
You can stand under my umbrella 
(Ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(Ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(Ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)

You can run into my arms 
It's okay don't be alarmed 
Come into me 
There's no distance in between our love 
So go on and let the rain pour 
I'll be all you need and more 
Because

It's raining 
Ooh baby it's raining 
Baby come into me 
Come into me 
It's raining 
Oh baby it's raining

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Umbrella - Lindbergh Palace

featuring Jay-Z

3:54

from Rihanna - Good Girl Gone Bad : The Remixes [remix] (2009)

Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)
Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)
Ahuh Ahuh (Take three... Action)
Ahuh Ahuh
No clouds in my storms
Let it rain, I hydroplane into fame (Rihanna: Eh eh)
Come'n down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone
We Rocafella (Rihanna: Eh eh)
She fly higher than weather
And she rocks it better
You know me
An anticipation for precipitation, stacks chips for the rainy day(Rihanna: Eh eh)
Jay, rain man is back with lil Ms. Sunshine
Rihanna where you at?
[VERSE 1]
You had my heart, and we'll never be world apart
Maybe in magazines, but you'll still be my star
Baby cause in the Dark, You can see shiny Cars
And that's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because
[CHORUS]
When the sun shines
We’ll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
That I'll always be your friend
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella
You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
[VERSE 2]
These fancy things, will never come in between
You're part of my entity, Here for Infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt it's cards
If the hand is hard, Together we'll mend your heart
Because ..
[CHORUS]
When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
That I'll always be your friend
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella
You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
[BRIDGE]
You can run into my Arms
It's okay don't be alarmed
(Come into Me)
(There's no distance in between our love)
So Gonna let the rain pour
I'll be all you need and more
Because ..
[CHORUS]
When the sun shines
We'll shine Together
Told you I'll be here forever
That I'll always be your friend
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we still have each other
You can stand under my Umbrella
You can stand under my Umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella
(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)
It's raining (raining)
Ooo baby it's raining
baby come into me
Come into me
It's raining (raining)
Ooo baby it's raining
You can always come into me
Come into me......

Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)
Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)
Ahuh Ahuh (Take three... Action)
Ahuh Ahuh
No clouds in my storms
Let it rain, I hydroplane into fame (Rihanna: Eh eh)
Come'n down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone
We Rocafella (Rihanna: Eh eh)
She fly higher than weather
And she rocks it better
You know me
An anticipation for precipitation, stacks chips for the rainy day(Rihanna: Eh eh)
Jay, rain man is back with lil Ms. Sunshine
Rihanna where you at?
[VERSE 1] 
You had my heart, and we'll never be world apart 
Maybe in magazines, but you'll still be my star 
Baby cause in the Dark, You can see shiny Cars 
And that's when you need me there 
With you I'll always share 
Because 
[CHORUS] 
When the sun shines 
We’ll shine together 
Told you I'll be here forever 
That I'll always be your friend 
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining more than ever 
Know that we still have each other 
You can stand under my Umbrella 
You can stand under my Umbrella 
(Ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh) 
[VERSE 2] 
These fancy things, will never come in between
You're part of my entity, Here for Infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt it's cards
If the hand is hard, Together we'll mend your heart
Because ..
[CHORUS] 
When the sun shines 
We'll shine together 
Told you I'll be here forever 
That I'll always be your friend 
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end 
Now that it's raining more than ever 
Know that we still have each other 
You can stand under my Umbrella 
You can stand under my Umbrella 
(Ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh) 
[BRIDGE] 
You can run into my Arms 
It's okay don't be alarmed 
(Come into Me) 
(There's no distance in between our love) 
So Gonna let the rain pour 
I'll be all you need and more 
Because ..
[CHORUS] 
When the sun shines 
We'll shine Together 
Told you I'll be here forever 
That I'll always be your friend 
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end 
Now that it's raining more than ever 
Know that we still have each other 
You can stand under my Umbrella 
You can stand under my Umbrella 
(Ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(ella ella eh eh eh) 
Under my umbrella 
(ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh) 
It's raining (raining) 
Ooo baby it's raining 
baby come into me 
Come into me 
It's raining (raining) 
Ooo baby it's raining
You can always come into me
Come into me......

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Umbrella (Album Version)

featuring Jay-Z 작곡:Christopher Stewart,Shawn Carter,Terius Nash,Thaddis Harrell

3:15

from Rihanna - Good Girl Gone Bad (2007)

Ahuh Ahuh
Ahuh Ahuh
Ahuh Ahuh
Ahuh Ahuh
No clouds in my storms
Let it rain
I hydroplane into fame
Come'n down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone
We Rocafella
She fly higher than weather
And she rocks it better
You know me
An anticipation
for precipitation
stacks chips for the rainy day
Jay rain man is back
with lil Ms Sunshine
Rihanna where you at
You had my heart
and we'll never be world apart
Maybe in magazines
but you'll still be my star
Baby cause in the Dark
You can see shiny Cars
And that's
when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because
When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
That I'll always be your friend
Took an oath Imma stick
it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining
more than ever
Know that we still
have each other
You can stand
under my Umbrella
You can stand
under my Umbrella
ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh
These fancy things
will never come in between
You're part of my entity
Here for Infinity
When the war has took it's part
When the world has dealt
it's cards
If the hand is hard
Together we'll mend your heart
Because
When the sun shines
We'll shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
That I'll always be your friend
Took an oath Imma stick it out
till the end
Now that it's raining
more than ever
Know that we still
have each other
You can stand
under my Umbrella
You can stand
under my Umbrella
Ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh
You can run into my Arms
It's okay don't be alarmed
Come into Me
There's no distance in
between our love
So Gonna let the rain pour
I'll be all you need and more
Because
When the sun shines
We'll shine Together
Told you I'll be here forever
That I'll always be your friend
Took an oath Imma stick
it out 'till the end
Now that it's raining
more than ever
Know that we still
have each other
You can stand
under my Umbrella
You can stand
under my Umbrella
Ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
ella ella eh eh eh
Under my umbrella
ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh
It's raining
Ooo baby it's raining
baby come into me
Come into me
It's raining
Ooo baby it's raining
You can always come into me
Come into me
it's pour rain
it's pour rain
Come into me
Come into me

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Umbrella (VYBZ Remix)

작곡:Christopher Stewart,Shawn Carter,Terius Nash,Thaddis Harrell

4:08

from Hip Hop: The Collection 2008 [Explicit Version] (2008)

VERSE 1]
You had my heart, and we'll never be world apart
당신은 내 심장을 가졌고 우리는 절대 헤어지지 않을꺼예요
Maybe in magazines, but you'll still be my star
매거진에선 아마 그럴지도 몰라요. 그렇지만 당신은 언제나 나의 스타일꺼예요
Baby cause in the Dark, You can see shiny Cars
Baby왜냐하면, 어둠속에서, 당신은 빛나는 차들을 볼수 있죠
And that's when you need me there
그게 바로 당신이 내가 그곳에 필요한 때예요
With you I'll always share
당신과 함께라면 언제나 나눌께요
Because
왜냐하면

[CHORUS]
When the sun shines
해가 빛날때
We’ll shine together
우리는 함께 빛나요
Told you I'll be here forever
나는 언제나 이곳에 있겠다고 당신에게 얘기했잖아요
That I'll always be your friend
나는 항상 당신의 친구이겠다고
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
맹세했잖아요. 끝까지 그 약속을 지키겠어요
Now that it's raining more than ever
지금 비가 더욱더 많이 내리고 있어요
Know that we still have each other
우리는 여전히 서로가 있다는걸 알아요
You can stand under my Umbrella
내 우산 아래에 서있어도 되요
You can stand under my Umbrella

[VERSE 2]
These fancy things, will never come in between
이 값비싼 것들은 절대 우리 사이에 올수 없어요
You're part of my entity, Here for Infinity
당신은 나의 존재에 하나예요. 이곳에 무한히
When the war has took it's part
전쟁이 그것을 갈라놓아도
When the world has dealt it's cards
세상이 카드를 나눠놓아도
If the hand is hard, Together we'll mend your heart
만약 가진 패가 어렵더라도, 우리 함께 당신의 마음을 치유해요
Because ..
왜냐하면

[CHORUS]
When the sun shines
해가 빛날때
We’ll shine together
우리는 함께 빛나요
Told you I'll be here forever
나는 언제나 이곳에 있겠다고 당신에게 얘기했잖아요
That I'll always be your friend
나는 항상 당신의 친구이겠다고
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
맹세했잖아요. 끝까지 그 약속을 지키겠어요
Now that it's raining more than ever
지금 비가 더욱더 많이 내리고 있어요
Know that we still have each other
우리는 여전히 서로가 있다는걸 알아요
You can stand under my Umbrella
내 우산 아래에 서있어도 되요
You can stand under my Umbrella

[BRIDGE]
You can run into my Arms
내 품안에 뛰어 와도 되요
It's okay don't be alarmed
괜찮아요. 당황하지 말아요
(Come into Me)
내게로 와요
(There's no distance in between our love)
우리의 사랑엔 거리가 없어요
So Gonna let the rain pour
그러니까 비가 내리게 나둬요
I'll be all you need and more
내가 당신이 필요한 전부이고 그 보다 더예요
Because ..
왜냐하면

[CHORUS]
When the sun shines
해가 빛날때
We’ll shine together
우리는 함께 빛나요
Told you I'll be here forever
나는 언제나 이곳에 있겠다고 당신에게 얘기했잖아요
That I'll always be your friend
나는 항상 당신의 친구이겠다고
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
맹세했잖아요. 끝까지 그 약속을 지키겠어요
Now that it's raining more than ever
지금 비가 더욱더 많이 내리고 있어요
Know that we still have each other
우리는 여전히 서로가 있다는걸 알아요
You can stand under my Umbrella
내 우산 아래에 서있어도 되요
You can stand under my Umbrella

It's raining (raining)
비가 내려요
Ooo baby it's raining
비가 오네요
baby come into me
내게로 와요
Come into me
내게로 와요
It's raining (raining)
비가 내려요
Ooo baby it's raining
비가 오네요
You can always come into me
언제나 내게 와도 되요
Come into me......
내게 와요

[CHORUS]
When the sun shines
해가 빛날때
We’ll shine together
우리는 함께 빛나요
Told you I'll be here forever
나는 언제나 이곳에 있겠다고 당신에게 얘기했잖아요
That I'll always be your friend
나는 항상 당신의 친구이겠다고
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
맹세했잖아요. 끝까지 그 약속을 지키겠어요
Now that it's raining more than ever
지금 비가 더욱더 많이 내리고 있어요
Know that we still have each other
우리는 여전히 서로가 있다는걸 알아요
You can stand under my Umbrella
내 우산 아래에 서있어도 되요
You can stand under my Umbrella

[VERSE 2]
These fancy things, will never come in between
이 값비싼 것들은 절대 우리 사이에 올수 없어요
You're part of my entity, Here for Infinity
당신은 나의 존재에 하나예요. 이곳에 무한히
When the war has took it's part
전쟁이 그것을 갈라놓아도
When the world has dealt it's cards
세상이 카드를 나눠놓아도
If the hand is hard, Together we'll mend your heart
만약 가진 패가 어렵더라도, 우리 함께 당신의 마음을 치유해요
Because ..
왜냐하면

[CHORUS]
When the sun shines 
해가 빛날때
We’ll shine together
우리는 함께 빛나요
Told you I'll be here forever
나는 언제나 이곳에 있겠다고 당신에게 얘기했잖아요
That I'll always be your friend
나는 항상 당신의 친구이겠다고
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
맹세했잖아요. 끝까지 그 약속을 지키겠어요
Now that it's raining more than ever
지금 비가 더욱더 많이 내리고 있어요
Know that we still have each other
우리는 여전히 서로가 있다는걸 알아요
You can stand under my Umbrella
내 우산 아래에 서있어도 되요
You can stand under my Umbrella

[BRIDGE]
You can run into my Arms
내 품안에 뛰어 와도 되요
It's okay don't be alarmed
괜찮아요. 당황하지 말아요
(Come into Me)
내게로 와요
(There's no distance in between our love)
우리의 사랑엔 거리가 없어요
So Gonna let the rain pour
그러니까 비가 내리게 나둬요
I'll be all you need and more
내가 당신이 필요한 전부이고 그 보다 더예요
Because ..
왜냐하면

[CHORUS]
When the sun shines 
해가 빛날때
We’ll shine together
우리는 함께 빛나요
Told you I'll be here forever
나는 언제나 이곳에 있겠다고 당신에게 얘기했잖아요
That I'll always be your friend
나는 항상 당신의 친구이겠다고
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
맹세했잖아요. 끝까지 그 약속을 지키겠어요
Now that it's raining more than ever
지금 비가 더욱더 많이 내리고 있어요
Know that we still have each other
우리는 여전히 서로가 있다는걸 알아요
You can stand under my Umbrella
내 우산 아래에 서있어도 되요
You can stand under my Umbrella

It's raining (raining)
비가 내려요 
Ooo baby it's raining
비가 오네요
baby come into me
내게로 와요
Come into me
내게로 와요
It's raining (raining)
비가 내려요
Ooo baby it's raining
비가 오네요
You can always come into me
언제나 내게 와도 되요
Come into me......
내게 와요

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Umbrella

featuring Jay-Z

4:34

from Def Jam 25: Volume 3 - It Takes Two PT 1 (2009)

(Uh huh, uh huh) Ch-Yeah
(Uh huh, uh huh) Rihanna
Good girl gone bad
(Uh huh, uh huh) Take three... Action!
(Uh huh, uh huh) Hov!

No clouds in my stones
Let it rain, I hydroplane into fame (Eh, eh, eh)
Coming down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone
We roc-a-fella (Eh, eh, eh)
We fly higher than weather in G5′s or better
You know me, in anticipation for precipitation
Stacks chips for the rainy day (Eh, eh, eh)

Jay
Rain man is back with little miss sunshine
Rihanna where you at?

You had my heart, and we′ll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines but you′ll still be my star
Baby ′cause in the dark you can′t see shiny cars
And that′s when you need me there
With you I′ll always share
because
When the sun shine we′ll shine together
Told you I′ll be here forever
Said I′ll always be your friend
Took an oath, I′mma stick it out ′til the end
Now that it′s raining more than ever know that we′ll still have eachother
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh-eh)

These fancy things will never come in between
You′re apart of my entity
Here for infinity
When the war has took his part
When the world has delt it′s card
If the hand is hard together we′ll mend your heart because
When the sun shine we′ll shine together
Told you I′ll be here forever
Said I′ll always be your friend
Took an oath, I′mma stick it out ′til the end
Now that it′s raining more than ever know that we′ll still have eachother
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh-eh)

You can run into my arms
It′s okay, don′t be alarmed
Come into me
There′s no distance in between our love
So gonna let the rain pour
I′ll be all you need and more
because
When the sun shine we′ll shine together
Told you I′ll be here forever
Said I′ll always be your friend
Took an oath, I′mma stick it out ′til the end
Now that it′s raining more than ever know that we′ll still have eachother
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh-eh)

It′s raining (raining)
Oh baby it′s raining (raining)
Baby come into me
Come into me
It′s raining (raining)
Oh baby it′s raining (raining)
You can always come into me

(Uh huh, uh huh) Ch-Yeah
(Uh huh, uh huh) Rihanna
Good girl gone bad
(Uh huh, uh huh) Take three... Action!
(Uh huh, uh huh) Hov!

No clouds in my stones
Let it rain, I hydroplane into fame (Eh, eh, eh)
Coming down with the Dow Jones
When the clouds come we gone
We roc-a-fella (Eh, eh, eh)
We fly higher than weather in G5′s or better 
You know me, in anticipation for precipitation
Stacks chips for the rainy day (Eh, eh, eh)

Jay
Rain man is back with little miss sunshine
Rihanna where you at?

You had my heart, and we′ll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines but you′ll still be my star
Baby ′cause in the dark you can′t see shiny cars
And that′s when you need me there
With you I′ll always share 
because
When the sun shine we′ll shine together
Told you I′ll be here forever
Said I′ll always be your friend
Took an oath, I′mma stick it out ′til the end
Now that it′s raining more than ever know that we′ll still have eachother
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh-eh)

These fancy things will never come in between
You′re apart of my entity
Here for infinity
When the war has took his part
When the world has delt it′s card
If the hand is hard together we′ll mend your heart because
When the sun shine we′ll shine together
Told you I′ll be here forever
Said I′ll always be your friend
Took an oath, I′mma stick it out ′til the end
Now that it′s raining more than ever know that we′ll still have eachother
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh-eh)

You can run into my arms
It′s okay, don′t be alarmed
Come into me
There′s no distance in between our love
So gonna let the rain pour
I′ll be all you need and more 
because
When the sun shine we′ll shine together
Told you I′ll be here forever
Said I′ll always be your friend
Took an oath, I′mma stick it out ′til the end
Now that it′s raining more than ever know that we′ll still have eachother
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh)
Under my umbrella (ella ella eh eh eh eh eh-eh)

It′s raining (raining)
Oh baby it′s raining (raining)
Baby come into me
Come into me
It′s raining (raining)
Oh baby it′s raining (raining)
You can always come into me

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Umbrella

featuring Jay-Z

4:36

from Rihanna - Don't Stop The Music [Hit Pack] [single] (2009)

[CHORUS]
When the sun shines 
해가 빛날때
We’ll shine together
우리는 함께 빛나요
Told you I'll be here forever
나는 언제나 이곳에 있겠다고 당신에게 얘기했잖아요
That I'll always be your friend
나는 항상 당신의 친구이겠다고
Took an oath Imma stick it out 'till the end
맹세했잖아요. 끝까지 그 약속을 지키겠어요
Now that it's raining more than ever
지금 비가 더욱더 많이 내리고 있어요
Know that we still have each other
우리는 여전히 서로가 있다는걸 알아요
You can stand under my Umbrella
내 우산 아래에 서있어도 되요
You can stand under my Umbrella

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U Don't Know Remix (Remix / Explicit)

featuring M.O.P. 작곡:Bobby Byrd,Eric Murphy,Justin Smith,Shawn Carter

4:28

from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)

U Don't Know

작곡:Bobby Byrd,Shawn Carter

3:19

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)

Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
("You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing..)
Sure I do..
I'm from the streets where the
hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
all over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin out the back of van
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clappin them flamers before I became famous
For playin me y'all shall forever remain nameless
I am Hov'
Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them
They tryin to get they ones, I'm tryin to get them M's
One million, two million, three million, four
In just five years, forty million more
You are now lookin at the forty million boy
I'm rapin Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
R., O., C.

*"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."

That's where you're wrong
I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me back
Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothin
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them
Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now lookin at one smart black boy
Momma ain't raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth
Motherfucker - I, will, not, lose

*Repeat

Put somethin on it
I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay
I.. hahahaha..

*Repeat

.. will, not, lose, ever.. FUCKA!

*"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."

That's where you're wrong
I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me back
Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothin
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them
Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now lookin at one smart black boy
Momma ain't raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth
Motherfucker - I, will, not, lose

*Repeat

Put somethin on it
I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay
I.. hahahaha..

*Repeat

.. will, not, lose, ever.. FUCKA!

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U Don't Know (Remix / Explicit)

featuring M.O.P.

4:27

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)

Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH!

(U Dont know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)

It's the MOP(Yes) 1, 1, 2, 3, 3
And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin
I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed
From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp
(SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown
We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW
Run up if you wanna, believe me dog
These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up
Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and
Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on
(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastards
To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics
Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior
(The game aint changed)it just got harder
Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage

Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs
Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame
That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!)
And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em
The veterans have came, and we're better in the game
(YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) "27 grams" my man
It's better than cocaine, now everything will change
In this family we'll rule the world
And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm
A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine
So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine
I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids
I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids
(MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka
(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka
When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay
For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK

WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire
Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired
Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface
Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire
One body, two body, three body, four
Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law
Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'll
For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?
And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in
cursive
Just add another million to these verses
One million, two million, three million, four
And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on
purpose
My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight
So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way
And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake
Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake
Let's get it!

Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH!

(U Dont know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)

It's the MOP(Yes) 1, 1, 2, 3, 3
And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin
I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed
From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp
(SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown
We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW
Run up if you wanna, believe me dog
These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up
Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and
Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on
(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastards
To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics
Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior
(The game aint changed)it just got harder
Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage

Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs
Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame
That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!)
And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em
The veterans have came, and we're better in the game
(YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) "27 grams" my man
It's better than cocaine, now everything will change
In this family we'll rule the world
And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm
A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine
So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine
I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids
I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids
(MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka
(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka
When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay
For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK

WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire
Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired
Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface
Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire
One body, two body, three body, four
Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law
Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'll
For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?
And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in 
cursive
Just add another million to these verses
One million, two million, three million, four
And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on 
purpose
My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight
So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way
And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake
Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake
Let's get it!

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U Don't Know [Remix / Featuring M.O.P.]

4:27

from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)

Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
You don't know...what you're doing, doing, doing, doing
Sure i do...

I'm from the streets where the
Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow are followin' me
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet
Where personalities clash and chorme meets chorme
The coke prices up and down like it's wall street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
All over that brown brome, one slip you are now gone
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin out the back of van
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clappin them flamers before I became famous
For playin me y'all shall forever remain nameless
I am Hov'

Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them
They tryin to get they ones, tryin to get them M's
One million, two million, three miliion, four
In just five years, forty million more
You are now lookin at the forty million boy
I'm rapin Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
R., O., C.

You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing
That's where you're wrong

I came into this muthafucka a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me back
Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothes
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them
Heh, I smartened up, opened the market up
One million, two million, three million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now lookin at one smart black boy
Momma ain't raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth
Muthafucka - I..will..not..lose

You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing,doing
Put somethin on it

I sell ice in the winter, i sell fire at hell
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the coupe with the roof go on and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay
I.. hahahaha..hahaha

You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing
.. will, not, lose, ever.. fucka!

Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
You don't know...what you're doing, doing, doing, doing
Sure i do...

I'm from the streets where the
Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow are followin' me
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet
Where personalities clash and chorme meets chorme
The coke prices up and down like it's wall street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
All over that brown brome, one slip you are now gone
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin out the back of van
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clappin them flamers before I became famous
For playin me y'all shall forever remain nameless
I am Hov'

Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them
They tryin to get they ones, tryin to get them M's
One million, two million, three miliion, four
In just five years, forty million more
You are now lookin at the forty million boy
I'm rapin Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
R., O., C.

You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing
That's where you're wrong

I came into this muthafucka a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me back
Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothes
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them
Heh, I smartened up, opened the market up
One million, two million, three million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now lookin at one smart black boy
Momma ain't raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth
Muthafucka - I..will..not..lose

You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing,doing
Put somethin on it

I sell ice in the winter, i sell fire at hell
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the coupe with the roof go on and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay
I.. hahahaha..hahaha

You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing
.. will, not, lose, ever.. fucka!

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Trouble

4:55

from Jay-Z - Kingdom Come (2006)

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)

When the singer Rob calls the police on me y'all niggaz ran out and copped the CD
see what I discovered is y'all snitch lovers I might speak, but I don't f**k with nobody
see What Doug, Jimmy & L.A. don't know, these youngins crossed the line with Hov, I'm letting it blow
had the papers writing stories like: "didn't they know, this what happen when they made that rapper CEO"
I know, its just a matter of time before the steady hate start to overflow then the leavey breaks
and my conscience go, you escape the rico, why throw everything away over ego?
you paper chasing, they paper hating, billionare Hov you on the pace to make it
f**k that exclamation comma quotations I love drama period

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)

smelling like Petrone singing dirty rap songs, tip-toeing in the crib like 6 in the morn
every day its the same I said in blueprint that I'd never change its just a part of the game
respect me I'm a thug, I might cool out for a sec but expect me to bug its in my blood
but if my chick leave me she gonna leave me for something, she gone leave me 'cause Halie,
she ain't gonna leave me for nothing, picture me gettin up with something sleazy
something something so easy you could take out its beat like nothing something
soon as you finish cuttin you like leave me please, not me I need Angilina Jolize company,
so I ain't gonna make a move unless I got I got a plan b, that'll happen the day i have a baby by free,

not to say that anything is wrong with free, just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar, know one thing, ima take the cookie not leave my ring
if my hands in the cookie jar know one thing ima take (laughs) y'all know what I mean

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)

unh, you little niggaz ain't deep you dumb, you niggaz ain't gangsta you gum, I chew little niggaz
hock-too, spew little niggaz, I can only view little niggaz like little niggaz
but in lieu of little niggaz trying to play that boy, I phew phew little niggaz with the latest toy
unlike you little nigga, I'm a grown ass man, big shoes to fill nigga, grown ass pants
prolly hustled with your pops, go ask your parents its apparent you're staring at a legend
who, put a few little niggaz in the they place before trying to eat without saying they grace before
blasphemous bastard get your faith restored you're viewing your version of the lord god
mc little nigga, applaud, or forever burn in the fire that I spit at y'all I rebuke you little nigga
the meek shall parish, ill roof you little nigga, Im a project terrorist, cute you little niggaz
think you in my class subsitute little niggaz soon feel my wrath, I mute you little niggaz
you a little nigga, I shall abuse you little nigga, I'm a ill nigga, now shoot you little niggaz
go somewhere and play, 'cause the day I loose to you little niggaz, no day

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)

When the singer Rob calls the police on me y'all niggaz ran out and copped the CD
see what I discovered is y'all snitch lovers I might speak, but I don't f**k with nobody
see What Doug, Jimmy & L.A. don't know, these youngins crossed the line with Hov, I'm letting it blow
had the papers writing stories like: "didn't they know, this what happen when they made that rapper CEO"
I know, its just a matter of time before the steady hate start to overflow then the leavey breaks
and my conscience go, you escape the rico, why throw everything away over ego?
you paper chasing, they paper hating, billionare Hov you on the pace to make it
f**k that exclamation comma quotations I love drama period

smelling like Petrone singing dirty rap songs, tip-toeing in the crib like 6 in the morn
every day its the same I said in blueprint that I'd never change its just a part of the game
respect me I'm a thug, I might cool out for a sec but expect me to bug its in my blood
but if my chick leave me she gonna leave me for something, she gone leave me 'cause Halie,
she ain't gonna leave me for nothing, picture me gettin up with something sleazy
something something so easy you could take out its beat like nothing something
soon as you finish cuttin you like leave me please, not me I need Angilina Jolize company,
so I ain't gonna make a move unless I got I got a plan b, that'll happen the day i have a baby by free,

not to say that anything is wrong with free, just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar, know one thing, ima take the cookie not leave my ring
if my hands in the cookie jar know one thing ima take (laughs) y'all know what I mean

unh, you little niggaz ain't deep you dumb, you niggaz ain't gangsta you gum, I chew little niggaz
hock-too, spew little niggaz, I can only view little niggaz like little niggaz
but in lieu of little niggaz trying to play that boy, I phew phew little niggaz with the latest toy
unlike you little nigga, I'm a grown ass man, big shoes to fill nigga, grown ass pants
prolly hustled with your pops, go ask your parents its apparent you're staring at a legend
who, put a few little niggaz in the they place before trying to eat without saying they grace before
blasphemous bastard get your faith restored you're viewing your version of the lord god
mc little nigga, applaud, or forever burn in the fire that I spit at y'all I rebuke you little nigga
the meek shall parish, ill roof you little nigga, Im a project terrorist, cute you little niggaz
think you in my class subsitute little niggaz soon feel my wrath, I mute you little niggaz
you a little nigga, I shall abuse you little nigga, I'm a ill nigga, now shoot you little niggaz
go somewhere and play, 'cause the day I loose to you little niggaz, no day

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Trouble

from Jay-Z - Kingdom Come (2006)

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Tom Ford

from Jay-Z - Magna Carta Holy Grail (2013)

Threat

작곡:P. Douhit,R. Kelly,Shawn Carter

4:07

from Jay-Z - The Black Album (2004)

[Intro]
Yo once a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, I done told you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
9 albums, stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives
9th wonder

[Verse One]
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I conductin
You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rylin me up
For three years, they had me peein out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

[Chorus]
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.

[Interlude]
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr!

[Verse Two]
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
... I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nuttin of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
... y'all niggaz is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
in your upper level, valet a couple strays
from the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealin with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been makin threats
since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard

[Verse Three]
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
like numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I {*blaow*} 'splay the 7
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
{*blaow blaow*} that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's right

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house
Nigga what the - where everybody live!
Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga
and help you swallow
Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga
And sweep nigga - hold on, I'll be - nigga what?

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, I done told you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
9 albums, stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives
9th wonder

[Verse One]
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I conductin
You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rylin me up
For three years, they had me peein out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

[Chorus]
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.

[Interlude]
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr!

[Verse Two]
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
... I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nuttin of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
... y'all niggaz is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
in your upper level, valet a couple strays
from the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealin with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been makin threats
since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard

[Verse Three]
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
like numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I {*blaow*} 'splay the 7
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
{*blaow blaow*} that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's right

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house
Nigga what the - where everybody live!
Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga
and help you swallow
Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga
And sweep nigga - hold on, I'll be - nigga what?

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Threat

from Jay-Z - The Black Album (2004)

[Intro: Threats the Pimp]
Yo wassup pimp this Threats
That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats pimp
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Yeah, I done told you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
9 albums, stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives
9th wonder

[Verse One]
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I conduc' it
You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rylin me up
For three years, they had me peein out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.

[Interlude: Threats]
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr!

[Verse Two]
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
... I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
For the oil in you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nuttin of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
... y'all niggaz is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
in your upper level, valet a couple strays
from the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Threats]
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealin with?
They call me Threats, nigga I been makin threats
since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard

[Verse Three]
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
like numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I {*blaow*} 'splay the 7
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
{*blaow blaow*} that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's right

[Chorus]

[Outro: Threats]
Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house
Nigga wassup? - where everybody live!
Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga
and help you swallow
Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga
And sweep nigga - hold on, I'll be - nigga what?

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Yeah, I done told you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
9 albums, stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives
9th wonder

[Verse One]
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya?  Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I conduc' it
You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rylin me up
For three years, they had me peein out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.

[Interlude: Threats]
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr!

[Verse Two]
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
... I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
For the oil in you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nuttin of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
... y'all niggaz is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
in your upper level, valet a couple strays
from the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

[Chorus]

[Interlude: Threats]
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealin with?
They call me Threats, nigga I been makin threats
since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard

[Chorus]

[Outro: Threats]
Whattup?  Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house
Nigga wassup? - where everybody live!
Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga
and help you swallow
Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga
And sweep nigga - hold on, I'll be - nigga what?

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This Can`t Be Lifeget Your Mind Right Mami

from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)

This Can't Be Life

featuring Scarface

Jay-Z, Beanie Sigel

4:48

from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)

[Jay-Z]

Geah.. whassup?

Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz

Real niggaz, worldwide

Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story

We all ghetto B - here's mine

Geah

See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music

Flow tight like I was born Jewish

Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms

38 longs inside my mom's Buick

At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news

Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid

Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too

Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it

My life is gettin too wild

I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it

Bout to lose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!"

It's like '93, '94, bout the year

that Big and Mag dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked

outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked

Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block

like "Damn; I'ma be a failure"

Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia

Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us

Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts

Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin

So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait!

It gets worse, baby momma water burst

Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on

Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb

Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be -- soon

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

This can't be life, this can't be love

This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

This can't be life, this can't be love

This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

[Beanie Sigel]

Chill dog

Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother

Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother

Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another

I'm thinkin damn; how my older sister gon' make me tougher

When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real

I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills

Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real

Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real

What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real

What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real

Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans

Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin

Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an

I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine

Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body

Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee

I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me

Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me

There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans

Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin

My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog

Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog

I come back in the afterlife

Like fuck it I done touched hell twice; what's the meanin?

[Chorus]

[Scarface]

Yeah.. uhh..

Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig'

I got a phone call from one of my nigs

Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids

And when I heard that I just broke into tears

And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is

But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib

So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news

Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two

Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars

Lovin your kids just like you was ours

And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours

I just know that heaven'll open these doors

And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this

God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company

Who loves all and hates not one

And one day you gon' be wit your son

I could've rapped about my hard times on this song

But heaven knows I woulda been wrong

I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love

It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us

This can't be life

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

This can't be life..

[Jay-Z]

Geah.. whassup?

Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz

Real niggaz, worldwide

Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story

We all ghetto B - here's mine

Geah

See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music

Flow tight like I was born Jewish

Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms

38 longs inside my mom's Buick

At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news

Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid

Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too

Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it

My life is gettin too wild

I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it

Bout to lose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!"

It's like '93, '94, bout the year

that Big and Mag dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked

outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked

Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block

like "Damn; I'ma be a failure"

Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia

Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us

Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts

Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin

So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait!

It gets worse, baby momma water burst

Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on

Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb

Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be -- soon

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

This can't be life, this can't be love

This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

This can't be life, this can't be love

This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

[Beanie Sigel]

Chill dog

Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother

Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother

Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another

I'm thinkin damn; how my older sister gon' make me tougher

When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real

I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills

Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real

Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real

What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real

What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real

Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans

Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin

Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an

I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine

Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body

Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee

I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me

Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me

There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans

Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin

My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog

Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog

I come back in the afterlife

Like fuck it I done touched hell twice; what's the meanin?

[Chorus]

[Scarface]

Yeah.. uhh..

Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig'

I got a phone call from one of my nigs

Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids

And when I heard that I just broke into tears

And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is

But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib

So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news

Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two

Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars

Lovin your kids just like you was ours

And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours

I just know that heaven'll open these doors

And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this

God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company

Who loves all and hates not one

And one day you gon' be wit your son

I could've rapped about my hard times on this song

But heaven knows I woulda been wrong

I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love

It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us

This can't be life

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

This can't be life..

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Things That U Do

featuring Mariah Carey

4:52

from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)

[Jay-Z]
You know the flow sicka, know Jigga, mo' sicka now right
You know what me and Swizz's shit sound like
Crazed and demonic, uh without blazin chronic
Product of Reaganomics
You know that motherfuckin stoop raised me
Ringin in da hoops but I was too lazy
School made me sick, teachers said I was too crazy
Low and behold, it's the new and improved Jay-Z
Let me explain this to you baby
I spent nights out, days in
Niggaz was blazing, twelve noon where I was raised in
I felt caged in but kept roaming
Prayed for the Day of Atonement
Married to the streets no date of annulment
It seems every time it comes up
They postpone it
So I kept my chrome at the waist
Waiting for the omen
Savoring the moment and now you know
The reason that I flow the way I flow baby

[Mariah](Jay-Z)
It's the things that you do
(Uh, inhale, exhale, breathe on it)
That make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explains
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Bounce, shake, bounce, shake)
It's the things that you do
That make me feel so..
(Uh, exhale, breathe on it for me)
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh)
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Drop, bounce, yo)

[Jay-Z]
You know I move like an ounce
Bottled up like crack
That's how I make you bounce like that
Defy Webster's words they can't pronounce like that
That's why no other rapper got a sound like that
Trap, trap of my life
Flashback, kill niggaz
Rap skills unmatched, Jigga man baby
I can't entertain it sometimes I can't explain it
God given, gifts of a soul for hard living
Far be it from me to question Allah's wisdom
Could've been lost in the system
Instead I'm involved with the rhythm
I dodged prison, came out unscathed from car collisions
I know I must be part of some mission
Shit I used take it for granted
Why they placed me on this planet
I would ask myself while writin raps to myself
But right there under my nose
Was the flow of all flows
Not a demon but a rose in the cement, come on

[Mariah](Jay-Z)
It's the things that you do
That make me feel so..
(Inhale, exhale, breathe on it MC)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain
(Uh)
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Bounce, shake, shake it, uh)
It's the things that you do
That make me feel so..
(Exhale, uh)
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Lights out nigga)

[Jay-Z]
You know I've traveled through zones
Homes spazzed like a bad back
I came into this game on Jaz's back
I jumped off stood on my own two like boom, that's that
Yeah I'm here to show and prove
Don't matter to me the Garden or flowin on Clue
Whatever niggas wanna do - it's alright with me
Whether you big or bossy, jig or flossy
Dusty or musty, sober or saucy
Broker than Todd Bridges, richer than Bill Cosby
Forgive me for my arrogance or you still salty?
Past on to the next life and you still haunt me
I'mma keep doing me unfortunately
I make the club rock, make thugs pop guns
Make old folks do the bus stop; can't stop son
Shit I give you what's hot and what's not, I never knew
Y'all (niggas) know (niggas) how (niggas) do

[Mariah](Jay-Z)
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
(Uh, exhale, inhale)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Uh, bounce, shake, what? uh-huh)
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
(Uh-huh, inhale, exhale)
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Bounce, shake ladies)
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
(Uh-huh, breathe for me, uh, uh-huh)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain
(Uh)
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Lights out niggas)
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do

[Mariah](Jay-Z)
It's the things that you do
(Uh, inhale, exhale, breathe on it)
That make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explains
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Bounce, shake, bounce, shake)
It's the things that you do
That make me feel so..
(Uh, exhale, breathe on it for me)
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh)
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Drop, bounce, yo)

[Jay-Z]
You know I move like an ounce
Bottled up like crack
That's how I make you bounce like that
Defy Webster's words they can't pronounce like that
That's why no other rapper got a sound like that
Trap, trap of my life
Flashback, kill niggaz
Rap skills unmatched, Jigga man baby
I can't entertain it sometimes I can't explain it
God given, gifts of a soul for hard living
Far be it from me to question Allah's wisdom
Could've been lost in the system
Instead I'm involved with the rhythm
I dodged prison, came out unscathed from car collisions
I know I must be part of some mission
Shit I used take it for granted
Why they placed me on this planet
I would ask myself while writin raps to myself
But right there under my nose
Was the flow of all flows
Not a demon but a rose in the cement, come on

[Mariah](Jay-Z)
It's the things that you do
That make me feel so..
(Inhale, exhale, breathe on it MC)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain
(Uh)
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Bounce, shake, shake it, uh)
It's the things that you do
That make me feel so..
(Exhale, uh)
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Lights out nigga)

[Jay-Z]
You know I've traveled through zones
Homes spazzed like a bad back
I came into this game on Jaz's back
I jumped off stood on my own two like boom, that's that
Yeah I'm here to show and prove
Don't matter to me the Garden or flowin on Clue
Whatever niggas wanna do - it's alright with me
Whether you big or bossy, jig or flossy
Dusty or musty, sober or saucy
Broker than Todd Bridges, richer than Bill Cosby
Forgive me for my arrogance or you still salty?
Past on to the next life and you still haunt me
I'mma keep doing me unfortunately
I make the club rock, make thugs pop guns
Make old folks do the bus stop; can't stop son
Shit I give you what's hot and what's not, I never knew
Y'all (niggas) know (niggas) how (niggas) do

[Mariah](Jay-Z)
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
(Uh, exhale, inhale)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Uh, bounce, shake, what? uh-huh)
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
(Uh-huh, inhale, exhale)
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Bounce, shake ladies)
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
(Uh-huh, breathe for me, uh, uh-huh)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain
(Uh)
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Lights out niggas)
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do

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THERE`S BEEN A MURDER

from Jay-Z - Anything [single] (2000)

The Watcher 2 (Explicit)

featuring Dr. Dre,Rakim,Truth Hurts

5:56

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)

Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga
Eat for a livin nigga (watcher)
That's how I live for a livin nigga.. (watcher)
Okay, let's do this (the watcher)

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
Grand fucked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
Allowed me to be taught
You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
It's only right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited
in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa
The past present nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops
It's the Roc

[Chorus: Truth Hurts]
I know, you got your eyes on me
I feel you watchin me
But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Ain't what you thought you saw
You bed-da off not lookin at all
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
(People I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere that I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)

[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
I'm still on top of the game
Still droppin flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the fame
over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the pain
All the way back from the rise of my name
See the world clear through the eyes of the mane
See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
The eyes that I played
The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Rakim]
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]

[Chorus]

Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga
Eat for a livin nigga (watcher)
That's how I live for a livin nigga.. (watcher)
Okay, let's do this (the watcher)

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
Grand fucked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
Allowed me to be taught
You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
It's only right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited
in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa
The past present nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops
It's the Roc

[Chorus: Truth Hurts]
I know, you got your eyes on me
I feel you watchin me
But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Ain't what you thought you saw
You bed-da off not lookin at all
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
(People I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere that I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)

[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
I'm still on top of the game
Still droppin flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the fame
over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the pain
All the way back from the rise of my name
See the world clear through the eyes of the mane
See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
The eyes that I played
The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Rakim]
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]

[Chorus]

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The Watcher 2

featuring Dr. Dre,Rakim,Truth Hurts

5:57

from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)

[Jay-Z]
Jeah.. uhh.. what shall I do for a livin nigga
what shall i Eat for a livin nigga {*watcher*}
That's how I live for a livin nigga.. {*watcher*}
Okay, let's do this {*the watcher*}

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand-to-hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, 'cause I fight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
Grand fucked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
Allow me to retort
You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we taught
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed Porsche,
I.e., you niggaz ain't know how to floss
'Til I came through the door
Like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin so long, fuckin ya little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath on you midgets, I gave light to the game
It's only right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write
Be the illest shit that's ever been recited
In the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, -, Hoffa
The past, present, nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops
It's the Roc

[Chorus: Truth Hurts]
I know, you got your eyes on me
I feel you watchin me
But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Ain't what you thought you saw
You bed-da off not lookin at all
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
(People I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere that I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)

[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
I'm still on top of the game
Still droppin flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the fame
over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the pain
All the way back from the rise of my name
See the world clear through the eyes of the mane
See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
The eyes that I played
The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher

[Chorus: Truth Hurts]
I know, you got your eyes on me
I feel you watchin me
But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Ain't what you thought you saw
You bed-da off not lookin at all
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
(People I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere that I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)

[Verse Three: Rakim]
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher {*echoes*}

[Chorus: Truth Hurts]
I know, you got your eyes on me
I feel you watchin me
But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Ain't what you thought you saw
You bed-da off not lookin at all
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
(People I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere that I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)

[Jay-Z]
Jeah.. uhh..  what shall I do for a livin nigga
what shall i Eat for a livin nigga {*watcher*}
That's how I live for a livin nigga.. {*watcher*}
Okay, let's do this {*the watcher*}

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand-to-hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, 'cause I fight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
Grand fucked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
Allow me to retort
You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we taught
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed Porsche, 
I.e., you niggaz ain't know how to floss 
'Til I came through the door
Like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin so long, fuckin ya little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath on you midgets, I gave light to the game
It's only right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write 
Be the illest shit that's ever been recited
In the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, -, Hoffa
The past, present, nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops
It's the Roc

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The Watcher 2 (Explicit)

featuring Dr. Dre,Rakim 작곡:Andre R. Young,Shari Watson,Shawn Carter,William Griffin

5:55

from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)

[Jay-Z]
Jeah.. uhh..  what shall I do for a livin nigga
what shall i Eat for a livin nigga {*watcher*}
That's how I live for a livin nigga.. {*watcher*}
Okay, let's do this {*the watcher*}

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand-to-hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, 'cause I fight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
Grand fucked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
Allow me to retort
You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we taught
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed Porsche, 
I.e., you niggaz ain't know how to floss 
'Til I came through the door
Like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin so long, fuckin ya little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath on you midgets, I gave light to the game
It's only right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write 
Be the illest shit that's ever been recited
In the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, -, Hoffa
The past, present, nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops
It's the Roc

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The Story of O.J.

Cedella Marley Booker & Taj Mahal

from Grammy Nominees - 2018 GRAMMY® Nominees [omnibus] (2018)

The Shooter

featuring Jay-Z

3:56

from The Eye of the Hustler (2009)

The Ruler's Back

작곡:Phil Hurtt,Roosevelt,Shawn Carter

3:50

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)

Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhh
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uhh
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
I, am, back, niggaz
Ha ha ha ha ha.. uh-oh, uh-oh - whoo!
Ladies and gentlemen.. H, to the Izzo
I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase
I surely appreciate it - whoo!
What you about to witness is my thoughts
Just my thoughts man - right or wrong
Just what I was feeling at the time, uhh
You ever felt like this, you vibe with me
Walk with a nigga man - just vibe with me

Yo, gather round hustlers that's if you still livin
And get on down, to that ol' Jig rhythm
Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high
I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns
Y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'all on?
I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm
Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon
I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred
I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread
Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you
I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to
plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight
Hov's a soldier, Hov' been fightin all his life so
What could you do to me? It's not new to me
Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me?
But you will respect me, simple as that
Or I got no problem goin back
I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat
Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped
So off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro
The ruler's back

Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh
I, am, BACK, niggaz - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the motherfuckin music up
The ruler's back
I, am, back, niggaz
Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah

Well in these times, well at least to me
There's a lot of rappers out there tryin to sound like Jay-Z
I'll help you out, here's what you do
You gonna need a wide lens cause that's a VERR' big shoe
And you got a couple of +Beans+ and you don't have a +Clue+?
You situation is +Bleek+, I'ma keep it +Rell+ cause
Fuckin with me, you gotta drop +Amil+
Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop f'real
Don't only talk it, walk like it - from the Bricks to the booth
I can predict the future like Cleo the psychic
You can't date skee-os and wife it (uh-uh)
And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices
So what your life is? We gon' roll
'til the wheels fall off, y'all muh'fuckers check the tires
Off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro
The ruler's back

Uhh, uhh
I, am, back, niggaz
Feels good! Ha
Pah, holla at me!
The ruler's back
Yeah.. whoo!
Yeah.. yeah.. yeah..

Now bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, whoo! Whoo!
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen
Just what I'm feelin at the time, you know what I mean?
Knahmean?

Yo, gather round hustlers that's if you still livin
And get on down, to that ol' Jig rhythm
Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high
I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns
Y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'all on?
I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm
Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon
I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred
I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread
Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you
I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to
plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight
Hov's a soldier, Hov' been fightin all his life so
What could you do to me?  It's not new to me
Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me?
But you will respect me, simple as that
Or I got no problem goin back
I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat
Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped
So off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro
The ruler's back

Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh
I, am, BACK, niggaz - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the motherfuckin music up
The ruler's back
I, am, back, niggaz
Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah

Well in these times, well at least to me
There's a lot of rappers out there tryin to sound like Jay-Z
I'll help you out, here's what you do
You gonna need a wide lens cause that's a VERR' big shoe
And you got a couple of +Beans+ and you don't have a +Clue+?
You situation is +Bleek+, I'ma keep it +Rell+ cause
Fuckin with me, you gotta drop +Amil+
Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop f'real
Don't only talk it, walk like it - from the Bricks to the booth
I can predict the future like Cleo the psychic
You can't date skee-os and wife it (uh-uh)
And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices
So what your life is?  We gon' roll
'til the wheels fall off, y'all muh'fuckers check the tires
Off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro
The ruler's back

Uhh, uhh
I, am, back, niggaz
Feels good!  Ha
Pah, holla at me!
The ruler's back
Yeah.. whoo!
Yeah.. yeah.. yeah..

Now bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, whoo! Whoo!
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen
Just what I'm feelin at the time, you know what I mean?
Knahmean?

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The Return

작곡:A. Mosley,A. Muhammad-Jones,D. Davis,K. Fareed,M. Taylor,R. Walters,Robert Kelly,S. Barnes,Shawn Carter,W. Irvine

3:53

from R. Kelly, Jay-Z - Unfinished Business (2004)

The Return (Remix)

featuring Doug E. Fresh,Slick Rick 작곡:Alexander "Spanador" Mosley,B. Cason,Douglas Davis,Hachidai Nakamura,R. Ei,R. Walter,Robert Kelly,S. Barnes,Shawn Carter,T. Leslie

2:59

from R. Kelly, Jay-Z - Unfinished Business (2004)

The R.O.C.

Various Artists

4:07

from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)

Nah motherfucker
Ge-ge-geah-geah
Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah
Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Beanie Sigel]
We be the R,O,C .. y'all get your dope from us
We runs the R,O,C.. yeah, keep up niggaz, c'mon
Aiyyo you niggaz talk a lot of nuthin, like you always God or sumthin
Like you always shot at sumthin, niggaz never shot at nuthin
Like you shotty sumthin, like you body sumthin
nigga your body duckin is nuthin you're bluffin
You niggaz talk shit like you draw quick
but when the 4's grip, I floor quick; you, your man, your bullshit
Your man bullshit? Might get him four quick
All up in his fore shit; c'mon, stop the bullshit
It's B Sig dog, straight in da league y'all
Straight out da school yard Hoover, I schooled y'all
Now school's out, lights out tools out
You fools out c'mon y'all pick a new route
while I pick the new flow, kick it to your new ho'
to get next to your new dough
Your new crack spot you know Mac steal crack to crack pot
niggaz know I spit on every track hot
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's the R, O, C, stop
From Tower to ma'n'pop we move out the stop
R,O,C, stop
We shower your mom block and move out with glocks
[Memphis Bleek]
Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my G's
Yo yo
Aiyyo, this for my G's, hoes, gangstas, foes
niggaz who get dough rep for get lo
I got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks)
eights (eights) bank (bank) bitch act straight
I'm hot son
[Beans] Stop son they livin a lie duke
You plot son I pop one still in the sky duke
M to the A to the R-C-Y duke
niggaz die here can't nothin revive you
I'm still here niggaz see what I drive through
Sittin on dubs with screens inside too
I'm simply street, I'm Memphis Bleek
Catch me with them green jars in the tinted jeep
On, B-L-A-D's I get C-L-A-P's
Catch me not givin a fuck I'm on these LA Trees
One for Sigel Sigel, two for the Jigga and
Three for Amil-lion and four for Memph Man
[Chorus]
[Beanie Sigel]
Aiyyo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that
And Mac with this mac ..
and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at
Where your apartment at
You fuck around and have me creepin in the dark where you be often at
or where you be.. creepin at
Where your birds be.. shh
Oops mean (chirpin at) damn I'm hurtin that
Workin that spittin that shit like that's on purpose
That's, some freestyle shit, I don't know
Hey playboy take that back a bit
Yo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that
and Mac with this mac ..
and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at
Where your apartment at
You fuck around have me creepin in the dark where you be often at
or where you be.. creepin at, sleepin at
Where your birds be, cheepin at
Oops mean chirpin that, damn I be workin that
Hurtin that, aiyyo playboy (?) that
[Chorus]
[Outro]
R,O,C, stop
R,O,C.. mom block and move out with glocks
Uhh uhh, geah, uh-huh-uh-uh
Uh-huh-uh-uh, y'all can't fuck with us
Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us
Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us
Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us [*fades out

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The Prelude

2:46

from Jay-Z - Kingdom Come (2006)

You know, you've got this fantasy in your head about
Gettin' outta the life & settin' the corporate world on it's ear.
What the fuck you gonna do except hustle?
Besides pimpin' you really ain't got the stomach for that.

The game's fucked-up
Niggas beats is banging
Nigga ya hooks did it
Ya lyrics didn't
Ya gangsta look did it
So i would write it if yall could get it
Being intricate'll get ya wood critics
On the internet
They like you should spit it, Im like you should buy it
Nigga thats good business
Forget this rap shit I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, a new improved russell
I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle
As you see I can't leave so I do love you
But im just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you cant fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was what these pills are
I was a real star complete with real cars
no video ones, you can and come set up a camera
let the video run
in my real life complete with real ice
VVS boulders all invisibly set
head and shoulders my invisible neck
you see hova wasnt digital yet
b4 steve jobs made the ipod
was gettin head jobs, we call that intimate

back when rappers wouldnt dare play lyrical roulette
with an automatic weapon i was rappin with a tek
fresh like manny b changed like antifreeze
shoe box full of cash
dealer man hand me keys
pantries full of arm n hammer
dont take nancy drew to see what it do
ima damn g
just sent a million dollars through a handsfree
thats big money talk can you answer me?
before the Answer was a 3 i was down in gerogetown with a hoya chick, loya chick
sure hes rich now 'cause he saw this shit, all this shit
thats why they call him hov cause he came before all this shit
bought a 6, quarter 7 skipped on them quarter 8s
bought a 9 for nonstop glockwork all the time
guess whos back
since this is a New Era got a fresh new hat
10 yr veteran
i been said i been through with this bullshit game
but i never can
i used to think rappin at 38 was ill
when last year alone i grossed about 38 mill
i know i aint quite 38 but still
the flow so Special got a .38 feel
the real is back

The game's fucked-up
Niggas beats is banging
Nigga ya hooks did it
Ya lyrics didn't
Ya gangsta look did it
So i would write it if yall could get it
Being intricate'll get ya wood critics
On the internet
They like you should spit it, Im like you should buy it
Nigga thats good business
Forget this rap shit I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, a new improved russell
I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle
As you see I can't leave so I do love you
But im just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you cant fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was what these pills are
I was a real star complete with real cars
no video ones, you can and come set up a camera
let the video run
in my real life complete with real ice
VVS boulders all invisibly set
head and shoulders my invisible neck
you see hova wasnt digital yet
b4 steve jobs made the ipod
was gettin head jobs, we call that intimate

back when rappers wouldnt dare play lyrical roulette
with an automatic weapon i was rappin with a tek
fresh like manny b changed like antifreeze
shoe box full of cash
dealer man hand me keys
pantries full of arm n hammer
dont take nancy drew to see what it do
ima damn g
just sent a million dollars through a handsfree
thats big money talk can you answer me?
before the Answer was a 3 i was down in gerogetown with a hoya chick, loya chick
sure hes rich now 'cause he saw this shit, all this shit
thats why they call him hov cause he came before all this shit
bought a 6, quarter 7 skipped on them quarter 8s
bought a 9 for nonstop glockwork all the time
guess whos back
since this is a New Era got a fresh new hat
10 yr veteran
i been said i been through with this bullshit game
but i never can
i used to think rappin at 38 was ill
when last year alone i grossed about 38 mill
i know i aint quite 38 but still
the flow so Special got a .38 feel
the real is back

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The Prelude

from Jay-Z - Kingdom Come (2006)

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The Joy

featuring Curtis Mayfield

5:18

from Jay-Z, Kanye West - Watch The Throne [Deluxe Edition] (2011)

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The City Is Mine (Album Version)

Blackstreet, Jay-Z

from Jay-Z - Original Album Classics (2011)

The City Is Mine

featuring Blackstreet

4:05

from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah

Chorus: Blackstreet

You belong to the city (Uh-uhh-uh, what what)
You belong to the night (Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah)
In the river of darkness
He’s a man of the night

Verse One: Jay-Z

Uhh, yeah
What the deal playboy, just rest your soul
I be holding it down yo still love the dough
Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go
Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow
Don’t worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame
Therefore a world with amnesia won’t forget your name
You held it down long enough, let me take those reigns
And just like your spirit the commision remains
Niggaz can cross the T’s and, dots the I’s
Now that I got too popular to cop them pies
I’m takin this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit’s like cake mix, watch me rise
Basics in the basement, waste it
Asking my dog for advice so when he can’t say shit
my hatred is, fueled just give me a sign
And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?

Chorus: Blackstreet

You belong to the city (The city is mine, what-what-what)
You belong to the night (Ge-ge-geyeah, uh-uhh-uh, pa-pau)
In the river of darkness
He’s a man of the night (The city is mine, that’s right...)

Verse Two: Jay-Z

Y’all want to know how I flow just seek and you find
I’m like a brain in the voicebox, I speak my mind
About to redefine rap mami, either I’m
the illest nigga doing it or these niggaz is losin it
I read a article that said I was ruinin shit
But every time I look, I’m movin units in quick
So I’ma hit y’all, with these last two and split
and leave niggaz with nothing but my influences-es
Soon it’s the Jigga, I ain’t mad yeah, bite my shit
Sell half of what I sell because it’s not quite my shit
I’m the type to buy a Roley and just ice my shit
on the spot, fuck comin back twice to shit
How real is that? My floss game, still intact
Boss game, you lame dudes can’t feel that
Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89
and drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?

Chorus: Blackstreet

You belong to the city (The city is mine)
You belong to the night (Yeah, uhh, the city is mine)
In the river of darkness (Pa-pa, feel me)
He’s a man of the night (Yeah, yeah, bounce, bounce)

Verse Three: Jay-Z

I snatch your girl cause your arm ain’t strong enough
Plus ya don’t stay in the studio long enough
I make hits while y’all stay hatin and take bricks
Had it locked til I came in the club, Take 6
Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent
Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
at the bar alchoholing her up
I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain’t a player get it right, I’m controllin the game
From now until they blow holes in my frame
I’ma stand firm, holdin my aim, feel me?
I’m the focal, point like Biggie in his prime
on the low though - shhhhh, the city is mine!

Chorus w/ variations to end

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah

Chorus: Blackstreet

You belong to the city (Uh-uhh-uh, what what)
You belong to the night (Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah)
In the river of darkness
He’s a man of the night

Verse One: Jay-Z

Uhh, yeah
What the deal playboy, just rest your soul
I be holding it down yo still love the dough
Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go
Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow
Don’t worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame
Therefore a world with amnesia won’t forget your name
You held it down long enough, let me take those reigns
And just like your spirit the commision remains
Niggaz can cross the T’s and, dots the I’s
Now that I got too popular to cop them pies
I’m takin this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit’s like cake mix, watch me rise
Basics in the basement, waste it
Asking my dog for advice so when he can’t say shit
my hatred is, fueled just give me a sign
And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?

Chorus: Blackstreet

You belong to the city (The city is mine, what-what-what)
You belong to the night (Ge-ge-geyeah, uh-uhh-uh, pa-pau)
In the river of darkness
He’s a man of the night (The city is mine, that’s right...)

Verse Two: Jay-Z

Y’all want to know how I flow just seek and you find
I’m like a brain in the voicebox, I speak my mind
About to redefine rap mami, either I’m
the illest nigga doing it or these niggaz is losin it
I read a article that said I was ruinin shit
But every time I look, I’m movin units in quick
So I’ma hit y’all, with these last two and split
and leave niggaz with nothing but my influences-es
Soon it’s the Jigga, I ain’t mad yeah, bite my shit
Sell half of what I sell because it’s not quite my shit
I’m the type to buy a Roley and just ice my shit
on the spot, fuck comin back twice to shit
How real is that? My floss game, still intact
Boss game, you lame dudes can’t feel that
Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89
and drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?

Chorus: Blackstreet

You belong to the city (The city is mine)
You belong to the night (Yeah, uhh, the city is mine)
In the river of darkness (Pa-pa, feel me)
He’s a man of the night (Yeah, yeah, bounce, bounce)

Verse Three: Jay-Z

I snatch your girl cause your arm ain’t strong enough
Plus ya don’t stay in the studio long enough
I make hits while y’all stay hatin and take bricks
Had it locked til I came in the club, Take 6
Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent
Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
at the bar alchoholing her up
I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain’t a player get it right, I’m controllin the game
From now until they blow holes in my frame
I’ma stand firm, holdin my aim, feel me?
I’m the focal, point like Biggie in his prime
on the low though - shhhhh, the city is mine!

Chorus w/ variations to end

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The Bounce (Explicit)

featuring Kanye West

4:19

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)

Uhh, just point out the bounce
Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah
Just point out the bounce, yeah
Timbo the king, yeah
Young Hov' the king, yeah
Just point out the bounce..
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen

Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever of a revolutionary
Jay Guevero
Now it's a whole museum of, Hov' MCers
Everybody dupin the flow, you see 'em
Everybody loopin up soul
It's like you tryin to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'
Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Chicks barely dancin, glancin every chance they get
Like - oh shit, he's so handsome
Still in demand in the longest run standin
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible

*Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in
large amounts 'til it's hard to count
Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce to a whole ki
to the R.O.C.
Point out the bounce - Timbo the king nigga Uhh, yeah, uhh
Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga
Uhh, I got y'all..

For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know english
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
to be the meaning of what he is about
And bein I'm about my business, not minglin much
runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin
But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin
The album width to keep the registers ringin
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Jeah, you jinglin baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row
Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good
Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should
Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so young

* Repeat

Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feel
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son
Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?"
I seen MTV, I know who you are
You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?
I did take over the game, brought back the soul
Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow
All I, know, I gots the flow
And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago

* Repeat

**Point out the bounce

** Repeat (x5)

Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever of a revolutionary 
Jay Guevero
Now it's a whole museum of, Hov' MCers
Everybody dupin the flow, you see 'em
Everybody loopin up soul
It's like you tryin to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'
Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Chicks barely dancin, glancin every chance they get
Like - oh shit, he's so handsome
Still in demand in the longest run standin
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible

*Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in
large amounts 'til it's hard to count
Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce to a whole ki 
to the R.O.C.
Point out the bounce - Timbo the king nigga Uhh, yeah, uhh
Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga
Uhh, I got y'all..

For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know english
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
to be the meaning of what he is about
And bein I'm about my business, not minglin much
runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin
But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin
The album width to keep the registers ringin
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Jeah, you jinglin baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row
Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good
Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should
Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so young

* Repeat

Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feel
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son
Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?"
I seen MTV, I know who you are
You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?
I did take over the game, brought back the soul
Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow
All I, know, I gots the flow
And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago

* Repeat

**Point out the bounce

** Repeat (x5)

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The Bounce

featuring Kanye West

4:19

from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)

Uhh, just point out the bounce
Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah
Just point out the bounce, yeah
Timbo the king, yeah
Young Hov' the king, yeah
Just point out the bounce..
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen

[Jay-Z]
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever
of a revolutionary Jay Guevero
Now it's a whole museum of, Hov' MCers
Everybody dupin the flow, you see 'em
Everybody loopin up soul
It's like you tryin to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'
Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Chicks barely dancin, glancin every chance they get
Like - oh shit, he's so handsome
Still in demand in the longest run standin
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible

[Chorus]
Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in
large amounts 'til it's hard to count
Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce
to a whole ki to the R.O.C.
Point out the bounce - Timbo the king nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh
Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

Uhh, I got y'all..

[Jay-Z]
For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know english
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
to be the meaning of what he is about
And bein I'm about my business, not minglin much
runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin
But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin
The album width to keep the registers ringin
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Jeah, you jinglin baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row
Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good
Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should
Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so young

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feel
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son
Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?"
I seen MTV, I know who you are
You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?
I did take over the game, brought back the soul
Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow
All I, know, I gots the flow
And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago

[Chorus]

Point out the bounce {*repeat 5X*}

[Jay-Z]
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever
of a revolutionary Jay Guevero
Now it's a whole museum of, Hov' MCers
Everybody dupin the flow, you see 'em
Everybody loopin up soul
It's like you tryin to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'
Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Chicks barely dancin, glancin every chance they get
Like - oh shit, he's so handsome
Still in demand in the longest run standin
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible

[Chorus]
Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in
large amounts 'til it's hard to count
Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce
to a whole ki to the R.O.C.
Point out the bounce - Timbo the king nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh
Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

Uhh, I got y'all..

[Jay-Z]
For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know english
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
to be the meaning of what he is about
And bein I'm about my business, not minglin much
runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin
But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin
The album width to keep the registers ringin
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Jeah, you jinglin baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row
Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good
Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should
Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so young

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feel
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son
Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?"
I seen MTV, I know who you are
You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?
I did take over the game, brought back the soul
Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow
All I, know, I gots the flow
And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago

[Chorus]

Point out the bounce {*repeat 5X*}

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The Bounce (Explicit)

featuring Kanye West 작곡:Shawn Carter,Tim Mosley

4:18

from Jay-Z - Blueprint 2.1 (2003)

Uhh, just point out the bounce
Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah
Just point out the bounce, yeah
Timbo the king, yeah
Young Hov' the king, yeah
Just point out the bounce..
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen

[Jay-Z]
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever
of a revolutionary Jay Guevero
Now it's a whole museum of, Hov' MCers
Everybody dupin the flow, you see 'em
Everybody loopin up soul
It's like you tryin to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'
Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Chicks barely dancin, glancin every chance they get
Like - oh shit, he's so handsome
Still in demand in the longest run standin
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible

[Chorus]
Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in
large amounts 'til it's hard to count
Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce
to a whole ki to the R.O.C.
Point out the bounce - Timbo the king nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh
Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

Uhh, I got y'all..

[Jay-Z]
For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know english
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
to be the meaning of what he is about
And bein I'm about my business, not minglin much
runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin
But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin
The album width to keep the registers ringin
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Jeah, you jinglin baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row
Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good
Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should
Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so young

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feel
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son
Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?"
I seen MTV, I know who you are
You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?
I did take over the game, brought back the soul
Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow
All I, know, I gots the flow
And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago

[Chorus]

Point out the bounce {*repeat 5X*}

Uhh, I got y'all..

[Chorus]

Point out the bounce {*repeat 5X*}

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The Bounce

featuring Kanye West

from Jay-Z - Excuse Me Miss [single] (2005)

Uhh, just point out the bounce
Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah
Just point out the bounce, yeah
Timbo the king, yeah
Young Hov' the king, yeah
Just point out the bounce..
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen

[Jay-Z]
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever
of a revolutionary Jay Guevero
Now it's a whole museum of, Hov' MCers
Everybody dupin the flow, you see 'em
Everybody loopin up soul
It's like you tryin to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov'
Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Chicks barely dancin, glancin every chance they get
Like - oh shit, he's so handsome
Still in demand in the longest run standin
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible

[Chorus]
Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in
large amounts 'til it's hard to count
Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce
to a whole ki to the R.O.C.
Point out the bounce - Timbo the king nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh
Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

Uhh, I got y'all..

[Jay-Z]
For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know english
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
to be the meaning of what he is about
And bein I'm about my business, not minglin much
runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin
But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin
The album width to keep the registers ringin
In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Jeah, you jinglin baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row
Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good
Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should
Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so young

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"
Yeah, that's how I feel
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son
Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?"
I seen MTV, I know who you are
You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas?
I did take over the game, brought back the soul
Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow
All I, know, I gots the flow
And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago

[Chorus]

Point out the bounce {*repeat 5X*}

Uhh, I got y'all..

[Chorus]

Point out the bounce {*repeat 5X*}

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That's My Bitch

3:23

from Jay-Z, Kanye West - Watch The Throne [Deluxe Edition] (2011)

That's How You Like It (Album Version)

featuring Jay-Z

3:39

from Beyonce - Dangerously In Love (2003)

That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
I need a thug that'll have my back
Do reg Nike Airs to match
Ain't nothin' wrong with that
That's How I like it baby
Where my thugs at
White T shirt I love that
Timberland boots you does That
it's a fact
That's How I like it baby
I like the way you walk
The way you talk
The way you dress
The way you smile
I like the way you Me
The way you ain't
I like your honesty Intergrity
It levels Me
So please Don't ever change
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
I like the way you brush your hair
I like the stylish clothes you wear
It's a just the real things you do
That's a why I wanna stick with you
Where my girls at
Let them know we love that
Sexy way they does that
you did that
That's how I like it Baby
I hope you like my style
The way I dress
The way I flirt
Say yes
I hopeyou like my mind
The things I say
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
I know you've heard i'm a gangsta
They say
stay away from them Gangstaz
They never change up
or pull they pants up
Well baby girl put ya foot down
Don't Let em push you around
You know what you like
Baby thug you know wrong from right
You done felt grown before
This can't be what it feel like
And they don't know this difference
Between real life
And the music videos n the
Raggedy Magazines
They have it badder than he seems
All they see is my beggy jeans
My attitude
I ain't mad at you
It's just my clyde
Way I wear my hat to the side
Way I lean real love when i ride
That's why my minds
They like my walk
My accent from New york
My way of thinking is slightly off
They like the way he floss
Leave the block on the bike
He come back on a porsche
But of course
Most of all they like my honesty
Intergrity My loyalty
Young Hovah n The letter B
How you like that Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How You Like it Huh
That's How I Like it Baby

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Thank You

4:11

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 3 (2009)

[Verse 1]
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you
You're far too kind
Hold you're applause
This is your song not mines
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Please hold your applause
For I just applied logic Keys keys open doors
Now I'm balcony, Opera, Black Tux, Binocula
Black luxe, Stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up Face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box 'em up
How would I know HBO would get a shot of us
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence How am I a Legend?
I just got 10 #1 albums Maybe now 11
More hits than a Now! 11
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
Thank God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who woulda thought by making birds migrate
For the winter I be fly all summer Might I say

(Hook)
Thank you, Thank you, thank you You're far too kind
Hold your applause This is your song not mines
Thank you, Thank you, thank you You're far too kind
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll handle mines

[Verse 2]
Hovi Baby
We are really high, really high tonight
We tip the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the Wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word Then I'd much rather die
No no don't thank me, This is just how my suit is stitched
I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm just who the shoe fits
For the Color Of Money like a Tom Cruise flick
'Cept I put 8-balls in corners without using pool sticks
Beautiful music when champagne flutes click
Beautiful women sippin' throught rouge lips
Dangers approaches We're like wait who's this?
Let us save you some trouble son
What size suit you is?
This way after the Ruger shoots through a few clips
You can lay in your casket just as you is
We appreciate the target practices
We'll be sure to send flower baskets kid

(Repeat Hook)

[Verse 3]I was gonna kill a couple rappers
But they did it to themselves
I was gon' do it with the flow
But they did it with their sales
I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help
And they did a good job them boys is talented as hell
Cuz not only did they brick they put a building up as well
They ran a plane into that building and when that building fell
Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled
Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar then took a smell
Cuz they heard that second hand smoke kills
Niggas thought they was ill found out they was...ILL
And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel

(Hook)

[Jay-Z]
We are really high, really high tonight
Lucky Lefty, kiss the wife tonight for me

[Verse 1]
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you
You're far too kind
Hold you're applause 
This is your song not mines
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Please hold your applause
For I just applied logic Keys keys open doors
Now I'm balcony, Opera, Black Tux, Binocula
Black luxe, Stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up Face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box 'em up
How would I know HBO would get a shot of us
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence How am I a Legend?
I just got 10 #1 albums Maybe now 11
More hits than a Now! 11 
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes 
Thank God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who woulda thought by making birds migrate 
For the winter I be fly all summer Might I say
 
(Hook)
Thank you, Thank you, thank you You're far too kind
Hold your applause This is your song not mines
Thank you, Thank you, thank you You're far too kind
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll handle mines
 
[Verse 2]
Hovi Baby
We are really high, really high tonight
We tip the waiter a hundred dollars 
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the Wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word Then I'd much rather die
No no don't thank me, This is just how my suit is stitched
I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm just who the shoe fits
For the Color Of Money like a Tom Cruise flick
'Cept I put 8-balls in corners without using pool sticks
Beautiful music when champagne flutes click
Beautiful women sippin' throught rouge lips
Dangers approaches We're like wait who's this?
Let us save you some trouble son
What size suit you is?
This way after the Ruger shoots through a few clips
You can lay in your casket just as you is
We appreciate the target practices
We'll be sure to send flower baskets kid
 
(Repeat Hook)
 
[Verse 3]I was gonna kill a couple rappers
But they did it to themselves
I was gon' do it with the flow
But they did it with their sales
I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help
And they did a good job them boys is talented as hell
Cuz not only did they brick they put a building up as well
They ran a plane into that building and when that building fell
Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled
Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar then took a smell
Cuz they heard that second hand smoke kills
Niggas thought they was ill found out they was...ILL
And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel
 
(Hook)
 
[Jay-Z]
We are really high, really high tonight
Lucky Lefty, kiss the wife tonight for me

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Talk That Talk

featuring Jay-Z

3:30

from Rihanna 6집 - Talk That Talk (2011)

[Rihanna]

Oh, talk that talk to me, yeah

Oh, talk that talk to me, yeah

[Jay-Z]

Uh, I be trying to chill, bitches wanna fuck me

Every lil' city I go, fuck me

Shorty must've heard

Got the word

I move that D

Had it by a bladder

She like, oh, I gotta pee

Ran into a rocko in my restroom

Singer slash actress in my bedroom

God, I have the ticket for a walk through

Everything that do is big

I talk big money

I talk big homes

I sell out arenas

I call that gettin' dome

Million dollar voice

Came through the phone

We heading to the top

If you coming

Come on

I'm flying out to Pisa

Just to get some pizza

Fly down to Jamaica

Just to roll some reefa

Sex on the beach

Left love speechless

They say that money talk

Tell these other niggas speak up

What's up?

[Rihanna]

One and two and a three and four

Come on let me know if you want some more

You know what I like, now get it right

Boy, talk that talk to me all night

Yeah, boy, I like it

Yeah, boy, I like it

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Yeah, that talk to me, yeah

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Say what you want

Say you want you like

Say you want me to do and I got you

Tell me how to love you

Tell me how to hold you

I'mma get it right on the first try for you

'Cause you ain't never had a woman like me, yeah

And you will never have another like me, yeah

No

So I'mma give it to you, baby

One and two and a three and four

Come on let me know if you want some more

You know what I like now, get it right

Boy, talk that talk to me all night

Yeah, boy, I like it

Yeah, boy, I like it

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Yeah, that talk to me, yeah

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

What you saying now

Give it to me, baby

I want it all night

Give it to me, baby

What you saying now

Give it to me, baby

Give it to me, baby

Gi-Gi-Give it to me, baby

What you saying now

Give it to me, baby

I want it all night

Give it to me, baby

What you saying now

Give it to me, baby

Give it to me, baby

Gi-Gi-Give it to me, baby

One and two and a three and four

Come on let me know if you want some more

You know what I like, now get it right

Boy, talk that talk to me all night

Yeah, boy, I like it

Yeah, boy, I like it

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Yeah, that talk to me, yeah

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Oh, talk that talk to me, yeah

Oh, talk, talk that talk to me, yeah

Oh, talk that talk to me, yeah

Oh, talk, talk that talk to me, yeah

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[Rihanna]

Oh, talk that talk to me, yeah

[Jay-Z]

Uh, I be trying to chill, bitches wanna fuck me

Every lil' city I go, fuck me

Shorty must've heard

Got the word

I move that D

Had it by a bladder

She like, oh, I gotta pee

Ran into a rocko in my restroom

Singer slash actress in my bedroom

God, I have the ticket for a walk through

Everything that do is big

I talk big money

I talk big homes

I sell out arenas

I call that gettin' dome

Million dollar voice

Came through the phone

We heading to the top

If you coming

Come on

I'm flying out to Pisa

Just to get some pizza

Fly down to Jamaica

Just to roll some reefa

Sex on the beach

Left love speechless

They say that money talk

Tell these other niggas speak up

What's up?

[Rihanna]

One and two and a three and four

Come on let me know if you want some more

You know what I like, now get it right

Boy, talk that talk to me all night

Yeah, boy, I like it

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Yeah, that talk to me, yeah

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Say what you want

Say you want you like

Say you want me to do and I got you

Tell me how to love you

Tell me how to hold you

I'mma get it right on the first try for you

'Cause you ain't never had a woman like me, yeah

And you will never have another like me, yeah

So I'mma give it to you, baby

One and two and a three and four

Come on let me know if you want some more

You know what I like now, get it right

Boy, talk that talk to me all night

Yeah, boy, I like it

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Yeah, that talk to me, yeah

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

What you saying now

Give it to me, baby

I want it all night

Give it to me, baby

What you saying now

Give it to me, baby

Gi-Gi-Give it to me, baby

What you saying now

Give it to me, baby

I want it all night

Give it to me, baby

What you saying now

Give it to me, baby

Gi-Gi-Give it to me, baby

One and two and a three and four

Come on let me know if you want some more

You know what I like, now get it right

Boy, talk that talk to me all night

Yeah, boy, I like it

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Yeah, that talk to me, yeah

Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Oh, talk that talk to me, yeah

Oh, talk, talk that talk to me, yeah

Oh, talk that talk to me, yeah

Oh, talk, talk that talk to me, yeah
						
						
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Talk That Talk

featuring Jay-Z

3:30

from Rihanna 6집 - Talk That Talk (2011)

Takeover

작곡:Alan Lomax,B. Chandler,E. Burdon,Jim Morrison,John Paul Densmore,L. Parker,R. Lemay,Ray Manzarek,Robert Krieger,Shawn Carter

5:13

from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit
B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

The takeover, the break's over nigga
God MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for y'all
It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage
Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap music

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we runnin this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
{Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One}

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped S
Ones, switch your demeanor
Well - we don't believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody can read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one - I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
{Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One}

I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame
Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!
Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
to your bodyguard's Oochie Wally better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten
I've been in it five - smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I can divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was - NAHHH, the other was Illmatic
That's a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)
with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
{Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One}

A wise man told me don't argue with fools
Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for play
I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yappin be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep
Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els
Twinkletoes you breakin my heart
You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you

The takeover, the break's over nigga
God MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war
R.O.C. too strong for y'all
It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest
You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?
This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage
Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny
Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka
Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy
Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady
We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama
Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer
Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it
So you won't confuse it with just rap music

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we runnin this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
{Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One}

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews
You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you
When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight
you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya
Then you dropped S
 Ones, switch your demeanor
Well - we don't believe you, you need more people
Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody can read you dudes like we do
Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you
Trust me on this one - I'll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole
No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked
I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week
You guys don't want it with Hov'
Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
{Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One}

I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!
But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame
Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!
Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads
Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
to your bodyguard's Oochie Wally  better than yours
Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song
but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine
That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end
There's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad
You scribbled in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor
(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser
So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song
And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and
I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten
I've been in it five - smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I can divide
That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due
One was - NAHHH, the other was Illmatic
That's a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow
Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?
(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)
with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit
M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit
Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit
{Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One}

A wise man told me don't argue with fools
Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown
Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's, not for play
I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yappin be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep
Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you
Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els
Twinkletoes you breakin my heart
You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you

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Takeover

작곡:Kanye West,Kanye West

1:26

from Jay-Z - Jay-Z Unplugged [live] (2001)

[Jay-Z]

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit

B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

The takeover, the break's over nigga

God MC, me, Jay-Hova

Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war

R.O.C. too strong for y'all

It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test

Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest

You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?

This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage(?)

Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny

Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka

Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy

Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady

We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama

Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer

Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it

So you won't confuse it with just rap music

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit

The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -) KRS-One*}

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews

You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you

When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight

you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya

Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor

Well - we don't believe you, you need more people

Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes

Nobody could read you dudes like we do

Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you

Trust me on this one - I'll detach you

Mind from spirit, body from soul

They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole

No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked

I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week

You guys don't want it with Hov'

Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Freeway, we run this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -) KRS-One*}

I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!

But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain

Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!

Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads

Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash

Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage

Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all

to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours

Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song

but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine

That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end

There's only so long fake thugs can pretend

Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad

You scribbled in your notepad and created your life

I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor

(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser

So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong

You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song

And you ain't get a corn nigga you was gettin fucked and

I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing

Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten

I've been in it five - smarten up Nas

Four albums in ten years nigga? I could divide

That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due

One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic"

That's a one hot album every ten year average

And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow

Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?

(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king

Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen

Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)

with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit

The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -) KRS-One*}

A wise man told me don't argue with fools

Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who

So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown

Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne

Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you

I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you

Please, not Jay, he's, not for play

I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks

I will end it, all that yappin be finished

You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep

Don't make me expose to them folks that don't know you

Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els

Twinkletoes you breakin my heart

You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy

And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga

You only get half a bar - fuck y'all niggaz

[Jay-Z]

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit

B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

The takeover, the break's over nigga

God MC, me, Jay-Hova

Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war

R.O.C. too strong for y'all

It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test

Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest

You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win?

This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triage(?)

Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny

Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka

Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy

Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady

We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama

Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer

Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it

So you won't confuse it with just rap music

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit

The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -) KRS-One*}

I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews

You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you

When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight

you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya

Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor

Well - we don't believe you, you need more people

Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes

Nobody could read you dudes like we do

Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you

Trust me on this one - I'll detach you

Mind from spirit, body from soul

They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole

No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked

I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week

You guys don't want it with Hov'

Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo!

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Freeway, we run this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -) KRS-One*}

I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME!

But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your brain

Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME!

Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads

Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash

Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage

Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all

to your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours

Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song

but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine

That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end

There's only so long fake thugs can pretend

Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad

You scribbled in your notepad and created your life

I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor

(Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser

So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong

You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song

And you ain't get a corn nigga you was gettin fucked and

I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing

Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten

I've been in it five - smarten up Nas

Four albums in ten years nigga? I could divide

That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due

One was - NAHHH, the other was "Illmatic"

That's a one hot album every ten year average

And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow

Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge?

(Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king

Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen

Because you know who (who) did you know what (what)

with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now

R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit

M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit

The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit

Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it

Freeway, we run this rap shit

O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit

Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit

{*"Watch out!! We run New York" -) KRS-One*}

A wise man told me don't argue with fools

Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who

So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown

Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne

Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you

I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you

Please, not Jay, he's, not for play

I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks

I will end it, all that yappin be finished

You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep

Don't make me expose to them folks that don't know you

Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els

Twinkletoes you breakin my heart

You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy

And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga

You only get half a bar - fuck y'all niggaz

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Sweet

작곡:Rudy Love,Rudy Love

3:26

from Jay-Z - American Gangster (2007)

VERSE 1 sweet, and still there's pain if i would have grew up to be a doctor my nephews would have grew up to do the same but since i grew up through the game and my influence is the same and my therapy is music they ask if you ashamed and though i wish i could separate the two things, i can not so my answer to you remains i can walk down the hall of mirrors in Versailles and be so satisfied when i look at myself in the eyes no shame, no sir just big boats and tearing the coast up tight coup like I'm wearing the roadster for any coup I'm bear hugging the holster CHORUS HOV alright alright and that may not be what you call perfect but but its my life the life the life the life once again its the life VERSE 2 so i make no apologies crooked policies so a G a nigga gotta be we playing for property no monopoly so I'll pass go and let my nephew follow me they say the child child lead so i take it far as i can we then shall see shall we dance with the devil for a beat i pray to God I ain't got two left feet do the hustle put keys in the street then I'm ballroom dancing ke-ke'ing in the suite SWEET bb's on the feet tv's on the seat enemies on the creep its so corrupt soak it up its a lesson never f**k up one day you're up next day you're down long as you stay the same it'll come back around CHORUS VERSE 3 I'm even better I'm eating better best thing about it is my niggas eating together with each endeavor we reaching levels niggas ain't seen in like forever I'm Hyman Roth i make all my partners rich i can vouch for you if you ain't a part of this so pardon me as i pave my wrist as i parlay my chips HOB alright alright American gangster gangster business like I'm white but I'm not I'm just bright so fly with no fear of the flight so if y'all hear my plight and if you think you can make it this far without flight couple mistakes here and there not always right but I'm always real thats how i sleep to night CHORUS

VERSE 1  sweet, and still there's pain if i would have grew up to be a doctor my nephews would have grew up to do the same but since i grew up through the game and my influence is the same and my therapy is music they ask if you ashamed and though i wish i could separate the two things, i can not so my answer to you remains i can walk down the hall of mirrors in Versailles and be so satisfied when i look at myself in the eyes no shame, no sir just big boats and tearing the coast up tight coup like I'm wearing the roadster for any coup I'm bear hugging the holster  CHORUS  HOV alright alright and that may not be what you call perfect but but its my life the life the life the life once again its the life  VERSE 2  so i make no apologies crooked policies so a G a nigga gotta be we playing for property no monopoly so I'll pass go and let my nephew follow me they say the child child lead so i take it far as i can we then shall see shall we dance with the devil for a beat i pray to God I ain't got two left feet do the hustle put keys in the street then I'm ballroom dancing  ke-ke'ing in the suite SWEET bb's on the feet tv's on the seat enemies on the creep its so corrupt soak it up its a lesson never f**k up one day you're up next day you're down long as you stay the same it'll come back around  CHORUS  VERSE 3  I'm even better I'm eating better best thing about it is my niggas eating together with each endeavor we reaching levels niggas ain't seen in like forever I'm Hyman Roth i make all my partners rich i can vouch for you if you ain't a part of this so pardon me as i pave my wrist as i parlay my chips HOB alright alright American gangster gangster business like I'm white but I'm not I'm just bright so fly with no fear of the flight so if y'all hear my plight and if you think you can make it this far without flight couple mistakes here and there not always right but I'm always real thats how i sleep to night  CHORUS

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Swagga Like Us (Explicit Ver.)

featuring Kanye West,Lil' Wayne,T.I. 작곡:Clifford Harris,Dwayne Carter,J. Mellor,Kanye West,M Jones,Maya Arulpragasam,N Headon,Paul Simonon,Shawn Carter,T. Pentz

5:28

from Jay-Z - Swagga Like Us [single] (2008)

no one on the corner
have swagger like us
swagger like us
swagger swagger like us
no one on the corner
have swagger like us
swagger like us
swagger swagger like us
no one on the corner
have swagger like us
swagger like us
swagger swagger like us
no one on the corner
have swagger like us
swagger like us
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no one on the corner
have swagger like us
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have swagger like us
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have swagger like us
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have swagger like us
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no one on the corner
Mr West is in the building
swagger on a hundred
thousand trillion
Ayo I know I got it first
I'm Christopher Columbus
y'all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving do
we even gotta question
Hermes Pastelle
I pass the dressing
My attitude is tattooed
that means it's permanent
so I guess i should
address it huh
My swagger is mick jagger
every time I breathe
on the track I asthma attack it
Why he's so mad for
why he gotta have it
cuz I slaved my whole life
now I'm the master
Na Na Na
How it feel to wake up
and be the shit and the urine
Na na na
Trying to get that Kobe number
one over Jordan
no one on the corner
have swagger like us
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have swagger like us
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have swagger like us
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have swagger like us
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No one on the corner
gotta bop like this
can't wear skinny jeans
cuz my knots don't fit
No one on the corner
gotta pocket like this
so I rock Roc jeans
cuz my knots so thick
You can learn
how to dress just by
jocking my fresh
jocking jocking my fresh
jocking jocking my fresh
Follow my steps
it's the road to success
where the niggas know you thoro
and the girls say yes
But I can't teach you my swag
you can pay for school
but you can't buy class
School of hard knocks I'm a grad
and that all blue yankee
is my graduation cap
it's Hovaaaaa
Dipping different rovers
whipping with the soda
Hovaaaaa
Could u even have any
doubt after doubt if its over
no one on the corner
have swagger like us
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No one on the corner has
swagger like moi Church
but I'm too clean
for these boys
I require what
I desire I got stripes
A di das
Mami scream papi no mas
Run up in your shit
just me no moss
Runnin this shit like
I got four thighs
none has swagger
like this four gods
When it comes to styles
I got several
sharper than a swagger
dagger all metal
And my jew elz blue and yellow
the type of shit
that make em call you Carmelo
Rules as follows stay
true to the ghetto
write your name on
the bullet make you feel special
What the fuck you boys
talking about
I know its us cuz we
the only thing you talk about
no one on the corner
have swagger like us
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You go see Weezy
for the wordplay
Jeezy for the birdplay
Kanyeezy for diversity
and me for controversy
All my verses picture perfect
and they meant to
serve a purpose
you ain't living what you
kicking and you worthless
Looking from the surface
it may seem that
I got reason to be nervous
then observe my work and see
that my adversity was worth it
Verses autobiographical
absolutely classical last thing
I'm worried bout is
what another rapper do
Ain't nobody hot as me even
if they rap they ass
off blast off and have
outstanding qualities
Sell alotta records
I respect and salute that
but spitting real life on
hot beats I'm the truth at
You kick it like me
no exaggeration necessary
living revolutionary
nothing less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary
got it from my dad
flow colder than February
with extraordinary swag
no one on the corner
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Swagga Like Us (Le Remix Du Remix)

Frank Kennedy, Jay-Z, Lawid, T.I.

5:08

from Lawid - Ghetto Youth, Vol.1 (2009)

Sunshine (Radio Edit)

from Jay-Z - Sunshine [single] (1997)

Sunshine (Acappella)

from Jay-Z - Sunshine [single] (1997)

Sunshine (Tv Track)

from Jay-Z - Sunshine [single] (1997)

Sunshine (Clean Version)

from Jay-Z - Sunshine [single] (1997)

Sunshine (Album Version)

from Jay-Z - Sunshine [single] (1997)

Suit & Tie [MBC `나 혼자 산다` 오프닝 삽입곡]

featuring Jay-Z

Justin Timberlake

from Men In Music [omnibus] (2013)

Success

featuring Nas,Nas 작곡:Larry Ellis,Larry Ellis

3:30

from Jay-Z - American Gangster (2007)

Your Success took a shot at you what are you going to do now? how are you gonna kill it? you gonna become unsuccessful? Frank, you can be successful and have enemies or; be unsuccessful too and you can have friends i got these niggas breezy, dont worry about it. let that bitch breath, i used to give a f**k, now i give a f**k less. what do i think of success it sucks, too much stress I guess I blew up quick, cause friends i grew up with see me as a pre-me but im not and my nuts big i don' know what the fuss is my cribs illustrous my rep is impeccable im not to be f**ked with Sh*t let that bitch breath.. im way to important to be talking about extortin' asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin broad day light i off your on switch ya not too bright, goodnight, long kiss bye, bye my reply bla bla blast burnin and pass burnin the ta ta finish my breakfast, why? i got an appetite for destruction and your a small fry now where was i? let that bitch breathe i used to give a sh*t, now i don give a sh*t more truth be told, i had more fun when i was piss poor im pissed off this what success all about? a bunch of niggaz actin like bitches with big mouths all this stress, all i got is this big house couple cars i don bring half them shits out

Streets Is Watching

from Jay-Z - Original Album Classics (2011)

Streets Is Talking

4:45

from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)

[Jay-Z]
Is he a Blood, is he Crip?
Is he that, is he this?
Did he do it? Y'know, ehh
Look..

If I shoot you, I'm brainless
Different toilet, same shit, and I'm sick of explainin this
I'm waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiff
Yeah, I know what you thinkin - fucked up ain't it?
I shoulda known better, and I planned to
but dog they be takin me out of my zone like a nigga with a
handle
I sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the closet
I tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostage
Let niggaz take shots at me, no response
I just - flip and, pop my collar like the Fonz
You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond
He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm
You wanna conversate with the writer of the Qu'ran
or Old Testament, don't test him then
I know what y'all thinkin dick, pause
Your future's my past, I've been here before
I know when you're schemin, I feel when you plottin
I got, mental vision, intuition
I know where you goin I read your mind's navigational system
Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin

[Chorus]
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. geah geah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah..

[Jay-Z]
You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin
And I only use his waist to keep my glock in
But when shit goes down you know who's doin the poppin
And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin
S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood
Bad move; that's bad news
How many times have I got to prove?
How many loved ones have you got to lose
before you realize that it's probably true?
Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably do
Shit I paid my dues, I made the news
I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews
And the streets say Jigga can't go back home
You know when I heard that? When I was back home
I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome
On any Martin Luther, don't part with your future
Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya
The answer is simply too dark for the user
And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows
But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?
'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone
from what the block has spoken, my God
Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?
Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...

[Chorus]
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah
Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh
Yeah, yo, yo

[Jay-Z]
I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know
I lost my pops when I was eleven mmm twelve years old
He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's toll
but I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad
I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young nigga, give him a old face
All I did was smoke joke, think and drink
Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game
I seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own script
slip up and change the story
I seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glory
before reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfully
I took trips with so much shit in the whip
that if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, SNIFF
Smell me nigga? The real me nigga, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me nigga

[Beanie Sigel]
The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now?
Shit they got me circlin the block before I'm parkin now
Don't get it twisted, I ain't bitchin, I'm just cautious now
So, under the park the extra cartridge now
Hit his click Sig' up you fell at it you're dense
I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic express
I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors
But fuck it, I'm still alive and I'm still ?? ?? Allah
Niggaz wanna press me, put my back to the wall
But pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y'all
To know me is to love me, you see me, can't be me, hate this
Fuck you I got guns like Neo in +Matrix+
Cross the Family, think Mac's sweet like payroll
or soft like Play-Doh get knocked off like Fredo
Corleone, they find you with a hole in your dome
I roll with niggaz that'll follow you and go to your home
Thought you ball, but nigga you fall to my defense
Catch you while you reachin, clip you then I cross you then
I'm leavin
Apply full court pressure
like four-four ?? get you out of here, pull pressure
to the trigger, bullets fly in three's
You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves
I do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leave
Look in my eyes, realize it's Beans
Niggaz wanna despise the team; till I play head coach
and straight up, divide they team
Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things
Til the bullet.. ah, motherfuckers!! Yeah..

[Jay-Z]
Is he a Blood, is he Crip?
Is he that, is he this?
Did he do it? Y'know, ehh
Look..

If I shoot you, I'm brainless
Different toilet, same shit, and I'm sick of explainin this
I'm waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiff
Yeah, I know what you thinkin - fucked up ain't it?
I shoulda known better, and I planned to
but dog they be takin me out of my zone like a nigga with a
handle
I sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the closet
I tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostage
Let niggaz take shots at me, no response
I just - flip and, pop my collar like the Fonz
You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond
He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm
You wanna conversate with the writer of the Qu'ran
or Old Testament, don't test him then
I know what y'all thinkin dick, pause
Your future's my past, I've been here before
I know when you're schemin, I feel when you plottin
I got, mental vision, intuition
I know where you goin I read your mind's navigational system
Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin

[Chorus]
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. geah geah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah..

[Jay-Z]
You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin
And I only use his waist to keep my glock in
But when shit goes down you know who's doin the poppin
And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin
S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood
Bad move; that's bad news
How many times have I got to prove?
How many loved ones have you got to lose
before you realize that it's probably true?
Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably do
Shit I paid my dues, I made the news
I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews
And the streets say Jigga can't go back home
You know when I heard that? When I was back home
I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome
On any Martin Luther, don't part with your future
Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya
The answer is simply too dark for the user
And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows
But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?
'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone
from what the block has spoken, my God
Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?
Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...

[Chorus]
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah
Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh
Yeah, yo, yo

[Jay-Z]
I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know
I lost my pops when I was eleven mmm twelve years old
He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's toll
but I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad
I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young nigga, give him a old face
All I did was smoke joke, think and drink
Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game
I seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own script
slip up and change the story
I seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glory
before reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfully
I took trips with so much shit in the whip
that if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, SNIFF
Smell me nigga? The real me nigga, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me nigga

[Beanie Sigel]
The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now?
Shit they got me circlin the block before I'm parkin now
Don't get it twisted, I ain't bitchin, I'm just cautious now
So, under the park the extra cartridge now
Hit his click Sig' up you fell at it you're dense
I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic express
I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors
But fuck it, I'm still alive and I'm still ?? ?? Allah
Niggaz wanna press me, put my back to the wall
But pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y'all
To know me is to love me, you see me, can't be me, hate this
Fuck you I got guns like Neo in +Matrix+
Cross the Family, think Mac's sweet like payroll
or soft like Play-Doh get knocked off like Fredo
Corleone, they find you with a hole in your dome
I roll with niggaz that'll follow you and go to your home
Thought you ball, but nigga you fall to my defense
Catch you while you reachin, clip you then I cross you then
I'm leavin
Apply full court pressure
like four-four ?? get you out of here, pull pressure
to the trigger, bullets fly in three's
You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves
I do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leave
Look in my eyes, realize it's Beans
Niggaz wanna despise the team; till I play head coach
and straight up, divide they team
Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things
Til the bullet.. ah, motherfuckers!! Yeah..

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Street Is Talking

from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)

Storm (Just Blaze Remix)

featuring Jay-Z

Lenny Kravitz

from Lenny Kravitz - Storm (Just Blaze Remix) [Featuring Jay-Z] [single] (2004)

My life has taken me beyond the planets and the stars And you're the only one that could take me this far I'll be forever searching for your love I walked away but I was wrong You're the one that keeps me strong You're the fire that keeps me warm How will I get through this storm? At night, I pray before I sleep in hope of finding you I've opened up my heart, I want you to come through I close my eyes, I'm searching for your love I walked away but I was wrong You're the one that keeps me strong You're the fire that keeps me warm How will I get through this storm? Jay-z: I got the bounce Lenny Check me out Brooklyn's bad boy back again Feet hit the ground runnin' and my back's to the wind Angels on my shoulders, head in the clouds No, I'm not rappin', I'm just thinkin' real loud My karma's my armor, my charm and wit Is like a lethal bomb, I'm warm and s*** And I did bad for good but when you're trapped in the 'hood You do worse for less, homie earth's a test Only god can judge me My heart ain't ugly But the thoughts that I drop is heavy Try budge me Mama loved me, pop left me Still the homies call me lucky lefty I'm flashy and bentley Deceptively smart I make hustlin' heaven and pimpin' an art Long as I know that I'm blessed 'Cause I'm loved in depth I can walk through the water and not get wet I'm that fresh I walked away but I was wrong You're the one that keeps me strong You're the fire that keeps me warm How will I get through this storm? Jay-Z: There you have it Young hov, Lenny Kravitz Not your average Get your umbrella It's raining macs and broads all grace to god I walked away but I was wrong You're the one that keeps me strong You're the fire that keeps me warm How will I get through this storm?

Stop

featuring Foxy Brown 작곡:Inga Marchand,Robert Kelly,S. Barnes,Shawn Carter