Lyrics:
these niggas but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve
yet
Ain't even started yet
Now Brown Suga's a threat
Man fuck yo feelings, nigga fuck yo feelings
I don't give a fuck bout who where what did it
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
verse, or that Jay Z
Ayo his verses were crazy, on that "Renegade" beat
But I ain't never bought no whole CD of Shady
And all I hear is pop tunes come
them Jay's stutter like hard yay
I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
Half thing, whole thing, nigga I'm pitchin
Hit it with the soda make
ain't got time for this, he wearing Beats
I got my ear to the ground, lil' nigga, I'm in these streets like
Streetlights and lead pipes, up in
ain't got time for this, he wearing Beats
I got my ear to the ground, lil' nigga, I'm in these streets like
Streetlights and lead pipes, up in
back
No rats in my pack, ain't no wrinkles in my slacks
Counting singles in my Shaqs, stacking Pringles from the crack
Nigga I was on the bus with it
bastards tried to
Get they groove on
And now you see me jiggy, you puzzled
He ain't sellin' no records
Is he? That nigga gotta hustle
Shit, you bet your
Ain't no one stopping me Jay Laroy bussing,
I'm hotter than summer I am what u wasn't,
The shit that thinking a hit imma flush it,
I do what do
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
I'm not gonna cry
I'm a Bad Boy killer, Jay-Z die too
Looking out for Mobb Deep: nigga, when I find you
Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe
basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest
own code, I'm a play by my rules
We ain't soul tied, don't stay and cry
I was the one you used to like
I was your man I am that guy and baby it was you,
(Foxy) uh, uh huh, huh y'all cats ain't ready for the firm
uh, dats right, uh, uh huh, brooklyn shit
[Foxy Brown]
All y'all hoes want to stop
twitch off Jay Z
Ho's in animal skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt (woo)
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar
Spin his block We go twist that Nigga dreads
Send them shots from up top
Hold up, get back from da ledge
Call u By Ya first name, Nigga You ain't twin
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I don't fuck with
there's no me
To my ladies, Beyonce baby
Growing up I was mad jealous of Jay Z
Whitney Houston drove the fellas crazy
RIP to the most famous East Orange
ain't real no mo' (Picture that)
Ah T.I.P. ain't work for MIA no mo'
He still so-so (picture that) he still po'
Nigga picture that, ah matter fact
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
done came from beggin' niggas for Js
To sellin' out all my shows like I'm HOV
Jay Z my flow so pimp like hoe, pay me
I've been ballin' out these shows
FINcL TRcCK PamGrier. WITH YFN Sonny
[YFN Sonny]
Stumbling over my words I need to slow down.
Where you going yo mocha brown skin; you Foxy Brown
wearing?
Um
Dude, that's weird
Some Calvin Kleins-
Don't answer! No! No!
Live performance of Brown Stains
What the fuck
This is $80, 000, nigga
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