Lyrics:
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
here, Westside)
Understand this
Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be friends (come on y'all)
Let's be
here, Westside)
Understand this
Ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily, baby, let's be friends (come on y'all)
Let's be
the game
It's kind of fucked up-
How none of these niggas don't know my name
I mean
You niggas playing instruments at Jay-Z show
Say I'm your nigga
How you
on drop, give a fuck if with your mama
When it's on, it's on, pop you like a bottle of Patrón
Then lay back with a bitch, nigga this is westside Jay 3-0
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
my line
One of One tryna beef on the net i just entertain then go getta stain
Them boys sum bums, aint got no funds, to pay the cost to die by gun
How
a long way
Havin' hella motion yea the King be havin' long days
Countin' hella money yea I'm Jay z and Beyoncé
Christian Dior on my body to go to the bank
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
ask a nigga what that G like
I remember playing curve ball, and soccer
They got most of my homies chained up, in 5-by-7 lockers
The days ain't
ask a nigga what that G like
I remember playing curve ball, and soccer
They got most of my homies chained up, in 5-by-7 lockers
The days ain't
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
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
bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th
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
around the house
Bad chick by my side ride or die for me
We are stronger together than apart so we both coming
Real Niggas staying put fake niggas running
L A Z Z
Who you with, no joke
I'm jumping you niggas
It's about past four
And I'm thumping on niggas
On the corner, by the store
Ain't no arguing
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
to Rodney King, I got they ass in slaughter
Insane is what I am
I'm like Silence of the muthafuckin' Lambs
Ganksta NIP ain't no bragger-boaster
Migraine
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
mix it with the drank
Double cup of styrofoam
Double cup of styrofoam
Leave him in the cold
Left him by the pole
I know some niggas gripping on the pole
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
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