Lyrics:
scatter, it'll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
can't sign me
You can either Jay-Z me or JV me, get it?
Yeah, nickle ain't going nowhere
Yeah, I ask who want it, nobody
Say, Yeah, hoes that used
to level four? Oh, i know
(Bitch)
But I walk the main line every time I go down
You can check my G Files, I do it LBC style
I got the word on ya Simon
You
I'll send you shots from the baby zoo
Old game like Grady fool
Propane flow flame you dudes
No name's don't claim ya shoes
Once again its on nigga,
another's gain
The sun comes out when the water goes down the drain
A rainbow, then the clouds come out we do it again
Everything evens up, you just wait
Now I got a bunch of paper I wanna spend
And I'ma grind, I'ma stack, and I'ma do it again, okay, okay
Lemme show you how
Lemme show you how
I can
wanna do ya dance step, 2 step with the drink in they hand wit they hands up,
If it's beef than you already got ya hands up, plus you standing up, so
leaking
Aight, back to my man Jay-Z here
(Jay-Z) as soon as I grab it
I eat it up like a savage
And no I don't have it
I get it together like a marriage
doing the murdering
I put the cinnamon up in the pendulum
Minimum damage I would never do
I dead 'em like a barbiturates
Omnivorous with the flow
It don't
real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime
shit up
Hey, nigga, I'm so hood
My hand on the pump, niggas understood
Bitch, I'm no good, I swear
Light shit up like Times Square, put it in the air
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up
ain't a thang
[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
[Jermaine Dupri]
we always make amends, yes we do, yes we do)
And everything will be alright cause we'll fall in love again, oh yea
So put your hands up, celebrate
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)
Put ya 1z in tha air
Put ya 1z in tha air
Coz you made it this far
Gained a couple scars
But you know we are about to celebrate here
Put ya 1z in tha
the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit
center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from
never get this moment
Back again
And they'll always remember this time" How do
We as adults optimize it for them right now
Whether they have money or not
ourselves
It ain't harder to tell when somebody stick you up and put the hammer to you
They want them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu
With a gun
Handle that shit
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
game with Shady and Jay-Z
Suddenly everybody calls
"Like I'm just checking on you dog"
While I throw up this message on the star
When them bottles
sidekicks getting kicks
Off my side's embarrassment
But you'll see me end up in the van again
And you'll hear the cell door slam again
[Chorus]
What do
scatter, it'll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
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