Lyrics:
rolling with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Everybody's like, "He's no item! Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!"
Now she don't like him, she
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
flips, battle rap scam artist
Nigga we ain't wit' the fraud shit
Matter of fact, how should I bar him?
That smooth Henny Goodz or that
Tay Roc no cup
[Jay-Z]
Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron]
Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.
[Jay-Z]
Turn the lights even lower!
Hova
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all
[DMX]
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
[Jay-Z
the place, bitches running up to me...yelling
{Hey big spender!}
[Jay-Z:]
Chea, Chea, Chea, Chea
I turn a nick to a dime, dime to some millions
A brick
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
Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
I'm a hop on the track and go crazy
When it comes to money I ain't ever lazy
I got the city jumping like we crazy
Im a leave a legacy like Im Jay-Z
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
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, un huh, watch this why'all, come on,watch this why'all, Jigga
Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea !
[Kid Capri}
It's Kid
your first born child'll come out
With a colostomy bag as the afterbirth
I don't give a fuck
Nigga, I'll show up to Beyonce's show posin' as Jay Z
but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I?
JAY-Z motherfucker
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE motherfucker
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
want no wife like Jada or Brittany Renner (I don't)
And I'll take the money instead of the Jay-Z dinner (haha)
I was smokin' on that Alpo pack when I
[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard I clap you, I certainly will
With my South Philly motherfucka kill at will
Bet
here
To give y’all the truth
Jay Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain’t calling me! Jay
Z, call me! Aye, bruh, I
Know you got killers
Please don’t send them
Jay Z, come out to play hey yo Assassin
Gimme one of them tracks I
Can just ride on motherfuckers with
Mobb deep niggas talkin' bout we can't rap?
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Row"
Throwin' Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B., if you be specific
We control all cash
Boosie Badazz talkin' so polite (never)
He ain't want no smoke with that nigga Iron Mike (uh-uh)
Woulda looked like Nate Robinson if Mike Tyson hit him
Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
How could you play me
Huh
Real gangster bitch can't be no lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But how could you blame me
Woo
with?
Jay-hovah, 'fore I never got no play
Now these bitches want to give me more head than Sade
(Say what?) Crisp in the 6 withcha bitch parlayed
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
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