Lyrics:
get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You wouldn't get far, if you kept your legs closed
It would be just
from tha ratchet
Happens if you tellin, Jungle'll live by the morals of tha street
Not like snitch CJ, or bitch Jay-z, and beef from niggas
only play
ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon'
this shit is for you
Aye look
I’m going stupid full crazy
Surrounded by haters the niggas that make me
I’m stackin my money inspired by Jay Z
I’m on my
head up, nigga, set it up
Or we can do the other thing, I love to wet it up
You rappers and artists, tell 'em, shut it up
'Cause I'll fuck every
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
Man 1: What?
Mandy: This praising.
Wise Man 1: No, no, no.
Mandy: Oh! Well, if you're dropping by again do pop in. (they
take
and African parenting
Go hand and hand
Like peanut butter and sandwiches
And I couldn't blame her
With how low my average went
I was studying Jay Z
That's Fyre
She think she funny, well, bitch, I'm hilarious
Ho, keep it cute, before I embarrass ya
I think it's crazy how they play
(uh-oh, uh-oh)
Freak, freak y'all, fifteen
(Oh) yes, yes y'all
Put them hands in the air, y'all (oh)
It's Mos Def, y'all
Now, put them hands in
(uh-oh, uh-oh)
Freak, freak y'all, fifteen
(Oh) yes, yes y'all
Put them hands in the air, y'all (oh)
It's Mos Def, y'all
Now, put them hands in
Charge it to the game
Kissing babies shaking hands now niggas know my name
Give a fuck about some fame
Jigga Jay Z in a world full of Dames
Go ask
(Hands up) Throw your hands in the air
And wave them motherfuckers
Like you just don't care
(Hands up) Put your hands in the sky
1-8-7, ya money or ya life
bleed rapid, poppin all in ya lead actors
Speed n acids when I mourn, didnt even ask for it
Technique's hazardous, you needin Jesus of Nazereth
To see
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
That made him smile, though his eyes said "pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully
Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's
That made him smile, though his eyes said "pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully
Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's
do it like me
Come by and you'll see!
They can't do it like me
Come by and you'll see!
Throw your hands up in the air
Wave like you just don't care
this (yea)
Let's get ready to rumble (you know)
Let's get it on
Throw ya hands up, throw ya hands up
Where they at? Where they at?
Round two right, left
the kill
Sure to be defended by those up on Capitol Hill
They can say they care about those who suffer
At the hands of a system they created with one another
with the crew or with a young freak
It's Jay Tee comin cooler than most
Rhyme sayer, pipe layer from the West Coast
Where we toast, kick up and hang
It's platinumn, nowadays we put the gold down
We stepped it up, why'all don't ever want to showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the bets
yeah)
Yeah, we could be superstars (but, y'all don't appreciate my presence, for real)
But I'm pretty sure our time is up (ayy, when I put it on your
(Longway)
It wouldn’t cost me but a G (Rack)
I leave blood on your tee (Huh)
I leave blood on the street (You)
I put mud on the street
(Lean, lean, lean,
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