Lyrics:
R.O., whoo!
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
It's Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz
Jay-Z
Come on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback jersey and a fitted
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
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
of tryin' to sell like Shady
If I put out bulls*** joints like AZ
Every chance n****z get, they'd try and play me
But I move around with a little 380
the greatest
Might put the stars on the roof in the new Mercedes
Im getting to it daily
Fuck you pay me
Nigga I'm a owner touch a billi like Jay-Z
Bout to go
Yeah it's all yours if you want
Ain't no such thing as a broke jay-z
I know I'm on my way can't the way find me?
Why'm I living on this path moving
Fox Brown yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
Bitch see
out of them always finish last
Walk on water if I drip then ima splash
I come from poverty I come from them rags
99 problems I feel like I'm Jay Z
Jay-Z
Miscellaneous
Jay-Z Freestyle
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin' out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
nigga want beef, we can do him like steak
And I fucked every bitch A to Z, like Jay
And I walk on the stage, take over like ye
And I keep me a Kim, yeah
[Jay-Z]
Sup ma? You want to roll with us, why'knowhatI'msayin?
It's good, it's love, it's all love
We got cases of Belvedere, we gon' play
This next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
And all the whack people who like and buy their whack music
I think you crazy if you like Jay-z
heart so cold I be feeling fake
I be hitting up blunts straight to my face
My diamonds dancing play date
Diamonds dripping lemonade all on my jays
If
NIGGAS THEY AINT LIKE ME ,
NIGGAS TOO FAKE THAT AINT NOTHING LIKE ME ,
WHEN I COME AROUND BITCHES ON ME HIGH KEY
I DONT ROCK JAYS CATCH ME IN SOME NIKES
MY
come in quick
Gang signs what you wana do all them wit the shits
Baseball Jay Em' got the hits Jay Em' never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could
alot of nerve to play me,
Another gay rapper, bussin caps in Jay-Z(buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
And still avoid capture,
While y'all cought caught up in
over it
No sober shit (?)
Y'all ho told me come over here
So guess what nigga it's over with
And it's over with
Fresh out the wave pool, my niggas
still wanna be one
Let me go out on a limb
Niggas need a belt to wanna be a champ
Need a ring to spend all day in the gym
Fuck a label, jewel or title
we all cooking in the booth
Aye Wolf up on the Peach man these niggas ain't me
Fly a bitch out I'm gonna fuck her by the sea
You know I hang with
best to wait your turn but you know
You wouldn't get far *** them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
For you and you, for all
but, if it add up
One, two, nigga that's mad nuts
Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me
The only
you the Westside story
Of the A, where I stay and n****z stay down for me
You want to play, have you gay n****z lay down for me
And get a order for
Persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like
big dreams
When even jay-z's gotta wear some girls jeans
Won't fear RIAA, if my dreams come true
We'll have to face the wrath of the UAW when we...
I'd
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