Lyrics:
hoes been classy
I know two many bitches pop three many pills
Geeked, Might cum cause Yu asked her to come
Me and my Brodie on four many Wheels
Might
sway me
I'm tryna fuck on the A&R lady
M's on the paper, can't persuade me
I've got a blueprint similar to JAY-Z
I'm matchin' the car with the Rollie
getting cotton mouth
These hoes need listerine a douche or 2 to keep they mouth washed
I'm the nigga in the boxing ring but I ain't the nigga up against
Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They'll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie
buyin these hoes
Need to imitate Gotti start lyin to these hoes
Tossin these hoes
Never ever flossin these hoes
You know how it go
Two thangs I ain't seen
jay z my nigga if you finna wonder
Okc thunder lightning wi the KO hate hoes money make em yea yea
Stop fw people that's breaking my budget
400 on shoes
the eighties, yeah
His ho tried to play me (Yeah, play me)
Cheated, she took me back, I feel like Jay-Z
(Feel like Jay-Z)
Yeah, money and drugs, nigga
That shit
Performing all day with Jay and the abott
makin the magic that has addicts celebrating their habits
I've got a cult following, of so many young adults
ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad
From the top, we have
Now most of the greatest done did it
And some of the latest done did it
Rest in peace to the b-i-g
Been 13 years and they still fuck with it
Jay-z
I need Folake, Kevwe, Funke ati Mimi
Sometimes I need Fatima by the corner when I'm chilling, Eh
So many girls on my radar
Pull up in the party
would have you by my side
So many days, boy, that you took my pain away 'cause only you can heal my heartache
When we didn't have enough you made sure
two to the head
Knowledge me God, the s*** I'm bout to holler is hard
From start, this little n**** had a hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' that
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
Aye
We like Google check the facts boy
Got a Mac boy
Try me bad and you get slapped boy
Oh by the rap boy
Ciggy smokin' on a black boy that smell
I don't mean no harm
I'm a be your lucky charm
Herryporter on the block
Jay Z, Yeezy go ham
Im high as a motherf*****
let this ***** know who I am
hazy
I'm not so fucking lazy
But I'm no fucking Jay-Z
I ain't gonna slow down
Taking over this town
Coming for the damn crown
Looking like a damn clown
Mellon right behind him
This Chop holding a hunnit so you know I'm tryna slide him
Feed him one then he done Jay Z with 99 problems
If we talking about
hoes by the load they gon' come in minutes
New diamonds came in from the jeweler
Left hand on hold clip tight long a ruler
Right hand gone hit bust down
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
go, whoa
Lifestyles, kinda crazy, lazy
Chicken heads see me, actin' like I'm Jay-Z
Change the game, say my name, platinum chain
Can't wait in
them summers
Like Jay-Z had by
I rode with nothing but gunners
Y'all feel this shit, go get the plummer
Strikes snapping from me you
Ain't no general
getted robbed yet
Cuz I bear arms like guys with big biceps
Yes
Ain't nodody gonna stop me now
"And all the way to the top, cuz" Jay-Z
We gonna take it
[Operator]
Too Black Records
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, this is Jay
[Operator]
Hold on, Jay
[Too Black Records Representative]
Hey Jay, long
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