Lyrics:
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
Like
Biggie, Pac, Big Pun Nas
Jay-Z, Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/
wit jay-z 'cause he sux and he's lazy, his rhymes are weak and crazy, like mike jones on 24's I still tip, I go bigger than Jay-z's and Fantasia's lips.
I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
leaves, when I work for cheap
Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was
Ladies love em like he cool James
Big body, when I role through
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Mayonaise
I got some kinda fever
It's the kind with haze
Hazy, lazy
Jay-Z, Jay-Z!
Crazy, crazy!
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
pregnant with your baby
You ain't my main, you my maybe
Big, big pimpin', call me Jay-Z
But I'm also Janet Jackson
What have you done for me lately?
a drive-by
And I don’t even watch power, but I got 50 in this Tommy, send ‘em all high
And I’m a big dog, cant kick it with no small fries
Feel like Jay-Z, I
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
the first show
Of Jay-Z's eight-night run at the
Brand-new Barclays Center in Brooklyn, but
He says he'll come back
Too "Ain't no afterparty more
Important
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I don't fuck with
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
this shit is for you
Aye look
I’m going stupid full crazy
Surrounded by haters the niggas that make me
I’m stackin my money inspired by Jay Z
I’m on my
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
is fuckin' crazy
Poppin' like Jay-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest and bitch I've been ready to kill it, it's so
wit jay-z 'cause he sux and he's lazy, his rhymes are weak and crazy, like mike jones on 24's I still tip, I go bigger than Jay-z's and Fantasia's lips.
I’m OBJ (like I’m, what)
I got big plans, I’ll tell you what The Blueprint say, huh
I’ll hit a billi' by 50, shit like I’m Jay Z
No Options
Yo yo yo
goodbyes
You said you want an empire like Beyoncé
And I could be Jay Z
And I think that you want me
But I could be crazy
And I got all these girls on me
But
the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit
center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from
mothers hamper
cops drop when my glock makes the pow sound
im from a wild town u know my style clown so bow down
word up.. 95 style.. i got my man Jay-Z
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