Lyrics:
Play diamonds in his wrist style
Sell fish scale, y'all niggas love this style
Wannabe players, Jay-Z's offic-ial
Been through out
I could tell you what
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
the fuck out the house
[Scarface (Jay-Z)]
I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the do'
(I got a hoopty from
'm 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,
hot
I'm like a little Biggie mixed with 2Pac
I'm like a little Nas mixed with a Jay-Z
I'm spitting like a Mac mixed with a K
Cook crack bring it back
yeah, yeah-yeah)|Freaky-freaky...||[Jay-Z]|Ay yo I got a resolution|This year I'm playing right|No six fifteen this year|You can stay the night|We can go
know there's snakes in the grass
Can get hit with that RICO
I'm a hustler like Jay Z
And I'ma ball like Alpo
Money before these hoes
Kickin shit like
hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch
I got
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy
I'm gon shine
Jay B, introduced me to Jay Z
He showed me reality can come from big dreams
He change my style helped a young nigga get fly
He coped me
the trial of
(I'm gone)
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.K.a. Jay-Z
(Uhh, uh huh uh, uhh, uh huh uh, uhh)
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
think of me when you think
Of jay-z think of kiss
Fif' or Em when you think
Of them think of this
I'm ma bout to go pick
Up this little stinky bitch
peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
Hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler
What gangstas do for money
One-eight-seven, two-eleven,
I'm 'bout
your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head
my middle finger then I dash
N****z don't like me 'cause I'm Thuggin', and everyday
I'm a hustler lookin' to get paid
They wanna bury me, I
what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost
[Jay-Z]
Fo' sure, everythings for dough now
flow, you gotta pay a little
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z
20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
yeah you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this
Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, cause I
yeah you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this
Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, cause I
yeah you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this
Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well, cause I
1544
Can't chill there's unlimited calls
Swear I need me 10 hundred bags
Till then it's a bruk down lyca
900 shots and a thousand grams
Skinny boy loving
sent
Here to give y'all the truth jAY-Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain't call me
JAY-Z, call me, ay bruh jAY-Z
I know you got killers
Please don't send 'em
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