Lyrics:
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true
I'm not talkin about him, another dude
Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him (word?)
No doubt!
Yo, yo, y'know how we did on The Infamous album, right?
Aight, we gonna do it again son
Yo, laid up in the cut, watch these rap niggas
that's Ferragamo
Bricks by the boat, overload
I think I'm the don but no Rocco
This the life that I chose
Bought out the store, can't go back no more
My kids playin' soccer, ain't shittin' away
Ready, set, go, ain't losin' a race (nope)
My house smell like ganja
Fuck yo' kids, I'm dealin' with
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
And the scripture I spoke
The deacon preacher maybe teacher
I'm a fuckin leader
In the kitchen scaling ps like my signs a Libra
But my signs a Leo
WeTheLabel
bigg 5 3's with ya bitch
My girls in the kitchen cookin up some fish
Knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin
I'm blastin at this nigga that was trippin
like I'm fasting
Put my dick up in her
Mouth like braces bracket
White girls in the kitchen
Call her Jennifer Ashton
You cuffing these bitches my
Nigga
Jahr'n den Erfolg prophezeit?
Ich war noch nie so nah an mei'm Lebensziel
Habe dieses Jahr 'ne
Wahnsinnstournee gespielt
Ja, und mein Major-Deal, er lief
home
Big 6, big 5 3's with ya bitch
My girls in the kitchen cookin' up some fish
Knuckle head nigga, thought I was slippin'
I'm blastin' at this
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whats up y'all Hello how are you doin out there
You're chillin, I'm winnin
Oh, by the way, the album's out, go get
running while I'm shopping
Amiri on my jeans five bands for a step
I really ran it up when they left me by myself
He got hit all in the face when he came
pardon me, I'm sorry
Used to move like Billy the Kid, don't try me
Young gun, I was a YG like Yo Gotti
This is the remix, I'm loading up three clips
I
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
she a goddess
I swear she so damn erotic
Look at the tats on her body
I be like yo, no gotti
Original no copy
Damn
Girl, you know just what I’m about
I
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
and the crew, woah
Trying to shed some light on my city, for really
Who else move like I do?
Official no whistle, I'm taking the game by storm
No typhoon
dough
Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk
A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
Who these corner store rappers slinging cracks in my hall?
Mama's in the kitchen
gon’ have Kendrick, Jay, Nas, and me
Lobotomy, this all come right out the brain
Imma have yo whole crew listenin’ goin’ insane
Yes I’m serious when I
the kitchen trine hide from his dogs
(Facts)
Stable table conversations with SHALdo the god
(Facts)
Gustav say "ay you the best, and the album was hard"
[Tash]
(Who we got?)
We got Catash and Kuruption
What the f*** is yo' function?
We got Catash and Kurupt
'Bout to f*** s*** up
I'm sippin'
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