Lyrics:
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
me
Showing these haters no pity
The way that we fly round the city
And I ain't got no time for niggas out here taking business personal
Come live life
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
[Jay-z]
we'll always be togetha
no one can fuck you betta
[Amil]
yeah nigga i heard this all before
yeah nigga i heard this all before
yeah nigga you drive
Bonds
I need 6 rings for my team, no bronze
Might take the throne in my city, I'm the VO Bron
Nah I ain't fond of how these niggas been acting
Test me,
a lot of fuckin cheese nigga
I'ma do it on my own, I don't need no nigga
You don't live by the code, I won't get along witcha
How you expect a blessing,
rookie cops know my props go high like himilayan mountains Mega bouncin in the a z3 countin up g's wit no doubt son
Nas:
I'll die for my niggas stick you
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
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
the east coast, brown niggas eat those (Damn)
Bullets in they street clothes locked up for an ounce of the diesel
Now they sell it by the pound and the kilo
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
baby, Class of two thousand and nineteen
And I ain't got no baby
Uh,
But I ain't throwing shade though
Couple of my niggas got kids
And it's okay yo
Uh,
a secret I can't tell it
Put these bars to your face like a football helmet
Jay Z Blueprint 2 I got Big dreams
Your favorite rappers nice but he aint
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