Lyrics:
and dance to the flow
Now put your hands on the floor (c'mon)
See'mon on and gimme some more
It's crazy but baby that maybe we gonna fuck in a man's
Hand the mic from mic to hand
T-Dubb the first one up
So let 'em understand
Let 'em understand perfection
And that's how it's gonna go
T-Dubb's up first
on to the next
The beat made by Goat, Z-O-6 And I'm riding The coast
I'm finna get rich, so let's have a toast She can't Even breath cause my dick in her throat
destituted through duty, and told you we're dead
I've been arrested, put in cuffs and given the blanket to bed
I've been surrounded by the spirits
Here we go again money on our minds
Put ya hands up homie this is a stick up
Every days a struggle and I ain't about to give up
I'm plotting
smoke, smoke, smoke
Like ya'll gon' let it go
Go, go, go, go
Swervin' up and ghost
Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost
Mixed kid with the
One time for
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
fuck it up for real niggas like my mans and them
Who get it all on the strength of the hands with them, man
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in
fuck it up for real niggas like my mans and them
Who get it all on the strength of the hands with them, man
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in
It's too much room (It's scandalous)
Too much, too much room babe, babe
There's too much room up in here
Put your hand a little closer babe
So you
shorty.
See J did Scotland and everybody jocked him I did Scotland
And got no props for it
Naw that just fucked up my jay's
Which fucked up my day
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south
(Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off)
(Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go!)
smackin those yaddy-yacks and ducks keep quackin
hands that are clappin end up cracklin
under the heat the pressure from the one thats deffer
Egyptian ruler
it's nothing
We make up, we make out, I'll make due
They tell me D, a lot of people don't know what to make of you
I'm Jay-Z, meets J. Christ, meets Jay
sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo)
Mr. VA 'bout
[Jay-Z]
Sup ma? You want to roll with us, why'knowhatI'msayin?
It's good, it's love, it's all love
We got cases of Belvedere, we gon' play
want it
Take it
Aye aye aye fool
Why you running?
From the nothing in ya heart it always catch up
Go and buy some marijuana, I forgot my fucking
a bitter frost
I'm trying to conceal tryna do me and be real want to put my town atop the hilt
It's hard to be the voice of an entire state yourself
Seems
They say fame is like a drug
I hope you know your limit's
Know what you want
But don't sell your soul to get it
(Jay-Z Words of Wisdom Interview)
I
it in
Wake up in the morning then we do it again
Oh
Fill ya cups up
Fill ya cups up
Fill ya cups up
Fill ya cups up oh
Fill ya cups up
Fill ya cups up
ya father
Jell it all and have the money by tomorrow
Just do it how they taught ya
And everything will work if you believe that
Be careful, and watch
niggas in the yard up north
with long swords, ready for war, who paid cost
and take ya life lost, never found again boss
A job well done, relax,
Let it be prophesized; niggas'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggas get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggas
Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N****s
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