Lyrics:
these nominees
Just little fickle Jay-Z wannabes
You hobos are old and It's oh so true
No promo, logo, or photo-shoot
Fuck your postcode, MOBO and polo
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
me
"You can love me or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"
I'm from
them O'Jays was talkin' bout
Fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass
You think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
And they smile in your face
the booze off
You dudes is too soft, why I don't fuck with you all
I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks
But, other than that, I don't be fuckin with
the booze off
You dudes is too soft, why I don't fuck with you all
I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks
But, other than that, I don't be fuckin with
Queen
What’s hurting the most
Is that she ain’t ever heard this from me
Get the dirt off your shoulder
Get the dirt off your jeans
Why they got my baby
basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest
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
Don't
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
'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia
If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya
Like a crazy man from Cali son
My jams be packed
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
you thought had your back
You Know what I'm saying
I reached out for you, I needed you, and you left Me by myself
I don't give a single fuck, And I'ma
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
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
to the Lou
And got you a straight perm
You got your ass grabbed
By your Hitman, ewww
Say word But now it makes
Sense cause in the dictionary
Shine is a verb
never let that shit faze me
Vic-O flows
But you act like the raps is Jay-Z
You're always donkey of the day
If you ask us daily
You really believe they're
z
I will take the franks,while I bump blueprint 3
My gift you can't curse,best rap by biggie hearse
Lying to the folks like the pastors in a church
had a sleepover
At rock bottom I aint go sell me no boulders
Keep a jay for Z's wipe the dirt off my shoulders
I f**** with Seat Pleasant but im from
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
The newspaper heading read "Jay-Z breathes
80 degrees only thing to cool him off
Is a Malibu Bay Breeze"
Can't stop for the Feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
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
niggas, you ain't got the guts
Ridin' dirt bikes with your ass on some nuts
Now you can pop a wheelie to that!
I went from B-more to New York to Philly
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