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all year by these bitter ass women
And pussy ass niggas, get stepped on like critters
Fuckin' all goddamn year
Throwin' dirt on my name, tryin' to get

straight, turn this gas into a Nova
My ears keep ringin' like a fuckin' Motorola

Invested in my time like a damn stockholder
Jay-Z money got the dirt from

imma rockstar with the guitar, Jay Z when he did wounderwall
Don't spark a conversation, cause you aint saying nothing,
let the money talk for ya.
Don't

Welcome 2 Houston

Pimp C

The Boss of All Bosses

2009

I'ma do it like a boss (still breaking boys off)

Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt
Where the gangtstas smoke water with drank stains

stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z

[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for

Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped
So you can hook and sling and slip

Muzzle Toe

Wu-Syndicate

Wu-Syndicate

1999

before till Wu-Syndicate lock shit
How you stoppin, mega popular, modern mobster
Joe Mafia, Jay got me in bicolulars

{Myalansky}
Yo snatch run, shoot out,

Everything's a Go

Jay-Z

M.A.D.E. [Clean]

2003

the ROC, in ya area!"
You better warn ya folks
They hate to see a real clique, but now

[Chorus w/ (Jay-Z ad-libs)]

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
Highest paid

I wipe the dirt off my shoulders
I Started feeling like Ye my attitude is bipolar
I'm changing my mind every second I'm growing older
I leave her like

wednesday thursday friday
I be low key flexin
Yeah I be dat soldier time to wake your ass up like folgers
Bout to brush the dirt off my shoulders
Yeah i'm low

wednesday thursday friday
I be low key flexin

Yeah I be dat soldier time to wake your ass up like folgers
Bout to brush the dirt off my shoulders
Yeah i'm

number, call me maybe
Got that yoppa' on me, passed it to my baby
She might pop it if you keep on talking crazy
I need big racks like my name was Jay-Z, oh

for a couple of bucks I would suck off Jay-Z
Your bitch look mad, that's sad as fuck
But fuck a bitch, R keep a dude in his truck
Your bitch look mad,

go make beats for Jay Z
But I did move to NYC
Got a Yankee hat just like Hova (H to the Izzo)
Had to brush the dirt off my shoulder
I got 99 problems

took his bitch
You already know Jay-Z been knowin' that he violated George Floyd
Black people ain't supportin' him (we ain't)
He was on Drink Champs

strapped up like I roll With soldiers
And I ain't never been the one to be the smoking Gun
I'm on my Jay-Z shit, I'm just pimping and brushing Off my

they got is dirt
So all they know is how to talk stuff

I don't talk shit I just pop off
2020 On the way
Champagne and pretty women
Yeah they're

feeling strong enough or probably can roof niggas
Yeah, ya boy back in the booth nigga
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
I beat the case so

seen they jaw drop, like a bitch when I bust nuts (bah)
I'm goin' Ye crazy, how would you feel, nigga?
I'm closer to Jay-Z, nobody made me
I was

Blackout

DMX

Tribute to DMX

2005

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,

BISON
It's KING BISON

Heavyweight

King BISON
King BISON
Yeah

Heavy weight
Loaded on the incline
I lift it steady
Off the shoulders
Imma bench mines
You

and Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie
And Mobb Deep, I thought my whole crew was Mobb Deep
You saw me, kickin it back, sipping it back
Its only juice
But I pretend it

a fit
Unironically, I wanna spit like Jay-Z
Pay me ten mill, I probably wouldn't spit like me
Until I'm couple bill' up with my hair all free
Telling

Blackout

DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

1998

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,