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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
Motherfucker,
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
The blue jay sang way up in the sky
The lion roared as she flew by,
"Hey, blue bird, come on down from high"
The blue jay said, "I'm afraid I'll die"
Jay has loads of mates
Jay owns his Own place
Jays the life of the party
But its own emotions he can't face
Jay will succeed
In anything that he
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
DJ Clue (Jay-Z)
New Shit
(Uh, huh, check it out now)
Road Dawgs
Amil, Eve, Da Brat
(Amillion, E-V-E)
Jay-Z
(First Lady)
(Check it out, uh yo)
[Jay-Z]
Turn the lights even lower!
Hova
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all
[DMX]
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
[Jay-Z
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
From rappers in some way
There’s the connotation of that but what
I need y’all to realize
Is Jay Z is a genius and I need y’all
To understand that Drake
I'm tryna stack it up Jay-Z
Ball like KD
Slim lil bitch with me no shady
I'm finna pipe now she going crazy
Put her to sleep like Rockabye baby
Go
Before time in the AD, I was completely crazy
I'm not Jay-Z nor am I Slim Shady
She is my baby, we getting bigger lately
Mistakenly, mistaken, not
Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
How could you play me
Huh
Real gangster bitch can't be no lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But how could you blame me
Woo
[Intro: Jay-Z]
Whut the Fuck?
Niggaz, Ya'll Ready for this
Bitches, Ya'll ready for this
Ha, alright. Let's bounce
[Verse 1: Jah Rule]
I'm startin'
eating good a nigga getting fat
My pockets was on swole but now my pockets getting fat
I'll give you anything treat you like a spoiled brat
Like I'm Jay Z
here
To give y’all the truth
Jay Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain’t calling me! Jay
Z, call me! Aye, bruh, I
Know you got killers
Please don’t send them
[Jay Hype:]
Get lost in my mind (My mind, my mind)
Get lost every time (Time, time)
Need you by my side (My side)
Getting way to high
[070 Shake]
confession, I should have lawyered up or listened to Jay-Z.
You better stop fingering me, oh the irony, police release me, I'll sue for police brutality,
Jay
Bro-brother Marquis
Bus-bust a rhyme
Extra extra, hear all the bad news
About the whacky-whack emcees and the ones like you
Because I've done
Yeah pull up Camp War Eagle
Pull up with a desert eagle
That girl wanna come up but I feel like Beanie Siegel yeah
I feel like "Anything" like Jay-Z
Jay-Z
You can have anything, as long as you pay me
Put her in the backseat of a taxi, tell them don't tax me
And it's been like 10 years since I seen my
And I got the Get Fresh Crew
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all, but none of y'all
Is
nikt nie wie gdzie jestem
Analizuję wtedy wszystko
Bo życie jest testem
Który zdam, bo robię comeback, nie jak Jay-Z
Tylko wujek Fester
Lubię sobie
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella
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