Lyrics:
her eat a Plan B
Im trying to rock the whole nation like Im signed to Jay-z
State to state show to show know we gone rock out
Ian polo g but you
I feel Jay Z
By the way they pay me
Like Curry with the 3
This life is not free
She calling me a feign
With all this blue and green
If you fucking
Yooooooo
Just in case I do
We back baby
King
cye
Tell me what you want
I keep the smithen on me I aint gotta pop a trunk
Jay-z and Beyonce they all
ciepłe letnie dni
Rzadko widzę domu drzwi
Jak Jay-Z słoneczko ja i ty
Dla ferajny spod tunelu Salute jak M.O.P
Czekam na lato
Selwy działka wiem co mi da
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
and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all that achievement
Real nigga
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
Muslim Lesson 2, dip diver, civilize a 85er
I make the devil hit his knees and say the "Our Father"
Abracadabra!
You rockin with the true and living
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
to continue(Oh!)
Super Ugly
[Jay-Z Laughing]
[Nas Voice:]
I dont give a fuck
All I really know is yo ho wants to be with me
and she aint playin
believe what im
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
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
pięć
W głowie gotowy na trwoga by walkę stoczyć z wrogiem
Ważne mieć ludzi za którymi możesz skoczyć w ogień
I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive
Thank God For Jay Electra, he down with the mission
Did it with with no permission, on our own
And now when you smirk you look like Jay Z's shirt
Sippin on turf
Give them hard taking tampons
Shot of patron and don
The ones trained get ran on my
The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village
Man, the empire is falling down
What about all the Lil Jay-Z's?
What about all the Lil Biggies?
What about all of the free CDs bumping
And all
and Jay-z
Rakim and eric B
Slim shady
Biz markie
And weezy
Make this shit look easy
Still not a clone, im gonna be known
As a goat, one who’ll uphold the soul
riding dirty in the Hyundai
Through the PJs now it’s PJs with Kanye
Now I see style in Paris
With Jay-Z and Beyonce
Hoping one day I would meet my fiancee
there till the wake
Don't fall for a stunt or a chef with no cake
Ball for my runts pool side by the lake
That devil shit real and its hard to escape
When I’m in school I am never too loud yeah
Tryna get fit when shawtys all around
And I tryna get rich like Jay-z and the nation
And I wanna fly to space
ain't got the patience yet
To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening
So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen
I'm sure the devil's got him
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