Lyrics:
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,
that lobster over here by that stake
If you lookin' for some hens
I got ten on the way
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas
I'm an industry virgin
even swallow
I fill her with seed ain't no sesame
I made that lil pussy pay for offending me
He dip in a Benz and I'm chasing him recklessly
Sending them
No you can't play me
Been around that block
No you can't fade Me
Betta keep that blocka
Niggas crazy
I throw up that Rock
Just like I'm Jay Z
No you
of dreams
With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
Goddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve
I see your face by the curb
he got his towel on
I ain't at the moon
And get my howl on
Some niggas cry wolf, i'm on that dry cush
And when it comes to that paper i stack books
ain't fuckin wit me
Jaun told me I was Jay-Z oF San cntonio
cnd back then I ain't get it that shit stuck wit me
Fuck a freestyle challenge nigga fuck wit
levels and I think, like
How Jay-Z took it to heights and
Made people be like, "Damn
Hip hop can take you this far!?"
I think you're taking that baton
[R.]
Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days
When I ain't hot shit
But now that I got shit
Niggas want to keep up shit
But it's all
when I make a play
Jay ain't playin' with no nigga he'll grab a K
Grabba K with some Chico bitches, tell them Andale
Grab a telly, can't be bringin' them
the truth
Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot, fuck 'em
My shit is tight, can't slip, gotta grip
Like a pit' in a dog, fight my shit is aight
I ain't
regret it
Once you touch my guys aint no way that we can go nd dead it
I aint only jack blood nigga they know that i bled it
Yea i thought they had love
Jay-Z shirt
Fuckin' with the turf
I'm puffin' on that Smurf, fuck you, come holler
And tellin' Papa, "Put away your dollars, your son got chopppers"
Jay-Z shirt
Fuckin' with the turf
I'm puffin' on that Smurf, fuck you, come holler
And tellin' Papa, "Put away your dollars, your son got chopppers"
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
You fuckin' with a nigga livin' destructively, pump and pee
Tuckin' T's often it counts from the flow on
I'm tryna handle my business to funk
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
You fuckin' with a nigga livin' destructively, pump and pee
Tuckin' T's often it counts from the flow on
I'm tryna handle my business to funk
trying to be like Boston Richey
I'm trying to go Jay-Z Diddy Baby on God
Aye what's the word I'm sick of these bitch ass niggas they act just like a hoe
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
Lil baby you know I can't make it up I never was one of the regulars
Ain't no nigga checking my temperature
What's a big dawg to a miniature
I got my
shit cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it
You wanna be Jay-Z? Nigga you just a fucking puppet
Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so bitch I had
the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
like god almighty
I don't know why but shawty still try me
Always one to fuck it up yeah I'm so sorry
And I'm by my Vlone no ASAP Bari
I was on my way
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