Lyrics:
the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion)
(Nigga
that night New York felt
Niggas boo'd Cam'ron for a minute then caught theyselves
Like hold up, put some respect on my nigga name (Killa)
It was dope
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
three seconds flat, I'm back
Niggas ain't met ya hat till we entered through ya shoulder
And we exit out ya back, gangsta nigga
[Chorus]
Jay-Z: I
I still drink 'til I end up being that klutz
Clumsy, self-destructive dummy
Stumbling over my words, mumbling
I'll probably do it tonight
Leave
won't catch up)
And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it now
I be choppin' up cheddar with Kanye
Chop a little cheddar up with Jay
Chop it up with
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
Do do do, do do do do, do do do, do do do do
Do do, do do do do, do do, do do do do
Yo, what's ya name, pa? (It's Jay Dee)
And what's the name of ya
leave? Can I emcee? Can
I have two letters at least?
Can I have it down to z, down to a t
With recipe with the Ice T
With Jay-Z and Nas, maybe Pac
I worked my
Ass off i worked my face off and the
Part that you love the most is the easiest
Part for me so I'll do it again
GQ: I'm sure if you'd
I'm a hop on the track and go crazy
When it comes to money I ain't ever lazy
I got the city jumping like we crazy
Im a leave a legacy like Im Jay-Z
cans
I got your bitch up in my Rover man
I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man
I'mma pimp her, it's over man
'cause I'm real
Ya man get outta line
And it's kill kill kill kill
Yo, you step up and you'll get
Played like the small fry
I'm throwin' niggas off
never comin' home
They locked his father up too he ain't do that shit alone
If bad parentin' was person it's that nigga
He was the getaway driver that
the troop
I told em jay got snatched
The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats
Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib
I'll be there in ten, it's
talking marriage
I like what I see
I might put a ring on it
Word a B and Jay-Z
But before I do that let me put a hand on it
Oh so hot I could catch
Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all
(Flatbush) You don't stop
(Red Hook) That's right, you won't
Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin' out to all
(Flatbush) You don't stop
(Red Hook) That's right, you won't
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
[Jay-Z] Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips Money ain't a thang
[JD]
Come on, ya'll wanna floss wit us
on
Returned to school by lunchtime, like "Nigga what now? "
And today we in the club like, "Nigga, what now? "
Ya better look down
Cause Uh
I know you see em
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
On a twenty-inch dick before
The syndrome took her
It's time for Jay-Z to say somethin'
I'll give it up while the
Beat is still pumpin'
Yo, this is Pumpin'
More
holdin' wit music rollin' in the gold infinite
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt
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