Lyrics:
records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game
records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
wont u get out an vote
honestly hate is yah true Virtue
And it's nuffin yah could do to make this living hell great
One thing to improve would b by
the sideline and observe how a real nigga air it out
When I come through clear it out
Play the sideline and observe
Can't lie all I got is my balls and my
this town, yea
Running this town I feel like JAY-Z in 09
I'm the sun in the clouds I just puff out the pounds
Itching for it like there's dust in my eye
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
I pick up
The west coast like the phone is ringing
Hello
Anybody on this phone this evening? Guess not
Jay Rock, out the bottom of Watts
Gangsta,
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
to see me, beats fuck up ya hooptie
Suburbans, Benz or the two seats
Major numbers the first week
[Chorus + Jay-z]
[Jay-Z]
Uh, come on with it,
other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up
the microphone or track, I make the booth bleed
Ask about that boy Blizz style Stupid
Minneapolis TI, Minnesota Jay-Z
Twin Cities Lil Wayne, fuck you pay me
Sold
to misplace me (Place me)
Now I got the blueprint like Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Now my music the only time you can play me
Fendi ain’t free and Chanel ain’t cheap
Used
Taco Bell and I'm not gon' fail
I got no L's like Christmas, you don't wanna make the claws come out (nah)
Y'all should call yourselves Santa (why?)
a place where very few do something amazing
I would have less fun and more inspiration
Til me and Jay Z where on a first name basis
Peace out is how I greet
with a front for me
Nothin in life came free
Drunk in love just like Jay Z
Surviving the game come like Day Z
I step in the booth go real crazy
Motivated
to say;
The whole world's gunna fucking fall to Jay!
Your own girl's gunna fucking fall for Jay!
Your all turds; look like fucking fools to Jay!
What
waited for Kane, to come after all
competition, that bite and chew and crunch and munch
to play me out position, you on a mission
But stop lyin' and tryin'
Out the whole season
It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding
I'm at where you can't come like no semen
No homo, just admire the power
I'm so visual
greatness
I'm Bron I can say it
Feel like Mike Jack
I might black when they play this
Talk like Jay Z
And I'm Fresh as the Prince is
Became the master
Ain't
She was sittin' all alone over on the tailgate
Tan legs swingin' by a Georgia plate
I was lookin' for her boyfriend
Thinkin', "No way she ain't
Then big bro got to bussin'
You heard my last song swear to God all of these bitches is nothin'
And most of these niggas is bluffin'
There go Jay Woods
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
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