Search results for 'get my sht off by jay z' Page #298

Feeling like I lost it lately 
Days on my own thing roaming 
Jungle; but theres no Bagheera's 
Living off my own impulses 
But this worlds imploding

I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be no B-list celebrity
Keep that Glock by my feet
Born and raised up in these streets
Duckin heat,

a knot of twenties
I love a gold digger, cause she all about the money
Switch the game and make her get it for me
Feel my divine presence, that's why she

a psychopath and I'm not letting you me up my future
Get your evil eyes off me m-m-m-m-medusa
Warning, don't look, don't look, don't look in her eyes
Cause you

rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka
100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirt
Meanwhile still tryna get a deal on tha side
Battle bitches outside in

Life has been a freakin mess, since I was a little shorty, by the time that I was fifthteen I had 2 have a forty.
Smokin reefa popin pills was my

to steal my cat
And pretend he was her dad

Everything we ever had
Everything you ever did
Was just to get under my nails
Just to get inside my skin

come to fruition
When people start telling them lies
I wish death on any nigga that was making you cry
You use to take the D just to get to my house

During my younger days
Partly cause I was an outcast
Partly cause of pain
I wanted people to hear my story
And get inspiration
The young Kenyan boy
Who had

of my talent but niggas don't get it
I only left out my emotions to spit it
Traumas painted on my mixtapes
A l a z m y n tryna escape
Had my heart broken

racks up I expedite my passport
Anxiety all inside while I'm heading to the airport
You try to match my fly I told em go and get your drip up
I can't do

and he gone blow
All my niggas in and out the doh, cuz we tryin' get mo
Shoppin' with me is like shoppin' at Sam's, ion pay attention when you talkin'

Clean up every herb ticket, that’s extortion
Clean up every farm raid, that’s abortion
4 g’z off in the spliff, that’s my portion
Prison time for a plant,

a Russell to this draft inside ya fantasy
Bitch you stuck on BME
I'm rockin' like PNB
Go and be a mother imma take a flight from A to Z
Income off a baby now

off track
And it did 
Dropped right outta school, music didn't really move
50 cents to my name made me like feel Ja Rule 
And ever since I switched

Dream junkie til the death of me 
Tell my fears they can rest in peace
Or hopeless pieces hopefully
They will not get tha best of me
But best

side
But now I'm Jack Torrence
We're both the same
You just change the name
Trade Z for J
Turn H for K
And I pray you know that I lost my way
And I hate

Back to back like im finna be beat by who
Who that bitch I promise aint seen you
Expensive drip I walk off the scene cool
My new bitch she rockin

gangsta, but you cried at lunch

Only the money attract me
Money don't fall off of trees
That's why my trap swinging
Niggas be throwing up z's

But I know

a dog does a boni

George, get off my jock
'Cause I'm really gettin' tired a this shit
So step back, Dan, and throw up those fists
'Cause I'ma

what is this? 
Just a young nigga ready to get this
If I fall on my face, you're my witness
Feast on my blood when I leave this
Didn't mention I'm

together the nights that we ride
In the impala, you were always right there by my side
With my hand on my pistol bible on the other side
Duffle bag full

(A shame)
Relieve all my problems with this money higher earning
Hollow points inside the FN gone get to flirting
Leaving the house the glock coming

Bird's Eye View

Xzibit

At the Speed of Life

1996

mistakes 
But that's the breaks the highs and lows 
Of the industry 
D.I.T.C. and X to the Z 
Bringin' it live 
Get it crackin' to the third degree