Lyrics:
the city up,
Nice tings nice tings,
STL love
[Verse 1 - Jay Laroy]
Aiming at ya head,
I can have your girl right now in my bed,
I can do song nigga I ain’t
go just the thought of being alone yet being apart from ya its like all I wanted to do is kill & destroy now im just trying to keep from tearing up
to you
Smack it up, flip it down, weigh it up, break it down
Lean you to ya side yeah and ask ya who's ya daddy now
Ye ain't gotta even open your eyes,
its about money, you can count me in
I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to ten
End up missing f***in with Millz, never found again
Rappers
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
Madoff I don't do pyramids
Look at this business I'm in you take some losses some wins
Gone boss up all of my kids then they gone do it again
It's
a broad nigga!
I peeped your whole hand when you came in
I'm a man and I hang men
Play the game to win
All men should play on ten
Scarface 'finna do it
later, I pop up, got niggas scared to be gangsters
I'm Mr. Arm Leg and Leg, Arm, Head, hammer in my hand (mm-mm, uh)
Arm & Hammer in my Pyrex, do alchemy
abortions
Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do
And so did victims of a world they never came to
I understand it's a better day comin'
to put their hands in the air like a know-it-all
Then I put my bad bitch on side stage to show it off
Ironic, 'cause I ain't know what I was doing I'll
She blow my bagpipes
You know she really for the streets
She do it for the likes
I found her sitting on knees
And had to check for lice
Sending up
up!"" We lost in translation, but keepin' it OG. ""Get ya mothafucking hands up!""
We rock the party, the party is rockin. DJ Quick, Zole, the party
ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad
From the top, we have
brought up
I would act all nonchalant infront of an audience
Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on
But uh, truth be told you do me for
Music and the music
Do it all day for my people
All day and we use it
Hey, put your hands up to the ceiling
Scream loud homeboy if ya get the feeling
Hey,
you up and put my hands on your butt
Rubbing your stuff and now your pants full of nut
You can't tell me nothing
Let me shoot my thing on your
back again
Now if a spliff did lyrically gifted, time to rap it then
So everybody throw your muthafunkin hands up in the wind
La la la la la , dee
test me
I been tryna get my hands on some fuckin' diamonds
Blu-Ray
Cocky like a rooster, but I'm feelin' so fly
Fuck it, Blue Jay
Talkin' to me like they
the the 4th wall watch, you know it's weed in the whip
I think I do but then again I don't need me a bitch
(BITCHH!)
(Drac- drac)
Drac with a drum, when I
where you lay no lacking
Charge extra just for the delivery
Main attraction up on Main Street
Selling nectar to a bee
No Jay Z
Oh
Chasing the gold like
From me step in ya
Mi mash up di place
And then me mash up yuh head
Yuh know seh me a no waste gal
See di liquor deh,Gimme a taste
Yuh put yuh hand
Step ya game up
Elevate ya hustle Step ya game up
NO Nope I don't do no hand outs
Ya hustle whack that's why you broke Put ya hand down
Elevate ya
school again|I'm grown, still ill ladies love to be a deal, like Bleek|Can I feel up on your wood and grill?|It's a hood thing, wood grain, off
care at all
but you know i want ya,you should stop frontin' babe
[Bridge 1]
Pharell: Ho!
Jay-Z: We got another one Pha-real
Pharell: (Dance)
Jay-Z: I
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