Lyrics:
say Jay-Z you're too much for me
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you
say Jay-Z you're too much for me
(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
(Nigga what?) Make you
of
All time, known by the acronym, GOAT
And by at the end of this dense
Poetic verse, which just dropped on Friday
Jay admonishes his would
Be judges
levels and I think, like
How Jay-Z took it to heights and
Made people be like, "Damn
Hip hop can take you this far!?"
I think you're taking that baton
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
premature
Shit went sour after Jay-Z left
But they didn't care
I was glad Jay-Z gave me respect
See I was young, fast forward
Hot dollah had the streets
met you this week
Okay (K) than I, fast forward and then the day went by
No Jays (J) on feet, amazing sky, it was about 5:15
We were in line for
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh,
to the e-n-d
Eg, my CD, is way to d-e-e-p
That goes for your TV screen, DVD or BBC
ITN or ITV, C-O-Ps say "ID please"
S-t-o-p like IC3, wanna see me
Hooked
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
Nas and Jay-Z
Eminem, Mase, Biggie Smalls and me
Now if you was my girlfriend
You don't need no guyfriend
He could get his head bust
Nigga ain't my
on the daily
Working hard going crazy
Haters don't even phase me
Shine over them like I'm Jay Z
This stuff just like gravy
Have to do a lot to amaze me
ticka-ticka-ticka like Jay-Z
I'm slim shady with rabies
Nasa one, bout to go crazy
Like McGrady in the fourth
This gonna be unforgettable like Sway Lee
I was last,
[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, y'all nigaas finished yo
Is y'all niggas finished
Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh
You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all
like punks who are picking flowers
Go for yours, we went for ours!
Start at three, end at six
Jam Master Jay is on the mix
For all the young ladies
bump radio charts I ain’t flattered by imitation
See, you against Z on the mic, don’t think about the win, that’s damage limitation
In a world where cash
interested in the crown
That don't belong to Wayne, shady or Jay Z
That's a opposite
You don't like your life, how about death?
You don't like to fight, how
I'ma audit it
I'm heartless like Kanye in '08
Yeah that's word to NO I.D, now they all know who I be
I'm callin' out Jay-Z to jump up on the track
get by and yet
He wonder why her pussy don't get wet
Twin just got them switches in
Just chill me and Tray on the way
Jay just slapped that bitch
by the projects while a nigger hollar
[Jay-Z]
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty young thing
Rap
DVD
Young king you king get up and do your thing
Young king you king get up and do your thing
Jay z got a billy and Jordan got all rings
They only thing
ya bitches, taking all ya money
Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that's All Good
I sink this ball in your hole, I'm Tiger Woods
If the money was the grass
the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z
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