Lyrics:
Fox Brown yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
Bitch see
mothers hamper
cops drop when my glock makes the pow sound
im from a wild town u know my style clown so bow down
word up.. 95 style.. i got my man Jay-Z
kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous,
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
and a Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was
Yea, Yea, Yea
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some
valued
When no one understands it
And I can't stand it
If faith moves mountains guess
You niggas need to trust more
Drake Kendrick Cole and Emanuel X
Raps
ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra
JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't)
Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him
I got (I get it)
Money Money, I got money money, I got
(I run this rap shit)
I I get money money, I got
(Now, guess who's back?)
I I get money money,
pregnant with your baby
You ain't my main, you my maybe
Big, big pimpin', call me Jay-Z
But I'm also Janet Jackson
What have you done for me lately?
good I keep going
Fuck 'em all I'm shitting on em
In my white Jays white T ama lay back
On a high key low key ama tap that
She a vibey and bubbly ama pop
some bitches do with it or not
Recliner convertible drop, hold up, blow some down, spin the block
No Jay-Z, I'm the one with the rock, call me Kobe,
the banksta'z, bring it on through (Black banksta'z)
Fuck who you knew, son in your booth, my nizzle what the fuck you gon' do
Material untaxable, so any trap
to put that ass and
CRACK DOWN i know you wish you was Jay-Z, 50
D Twizzy, bitch but you ain't so bACK DOWN
Yo Eminem has got him a deal
How can he write
On the radio everyday they play me yo
Right along Drake Jay-Z Slim Shady so
Now I got a be big ego
But never change on my people no
Always got love for’em (Yeah)
Cali, guess who's back
Well Double-S from The Bean, so never mind that
Not where I'm from, but right now, it's where I'm headed at
Yeah, road trippin'
Jay-Z said he gotta make the song cry
Brvndon P sat back and let his soul cry
Look at me homie, Imma let my soul fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Jay-Z said
still after me, brrt, brrt, brrt
See, I was payin' homage to Hov, I could never diss JAY-Z
Y'all know me better than that, I got real street beefs
Without it I'd be lost
This music is my only therapy
(Real)
But some of it is embarrassing
And I just care too much not to sing
How'd we go from Jay Z
the city I come back on the,
Whatch you know about, gun
Fully automatic on a shoulder with straps on?
Extra projects
Who punks that jails the street for,
Guess who's back[00:12.33]In the mother fucking[00:13.40]Game now[00:14.26]It's all changed[00:15.22]And nothing is the same now[00:16.80]Every song
not raise them up?
Is it cause it's too hard?
Ha ha, ha ha
Why not teach them how to be
Jay Z, Kanye, or Talib Kweli?
Or to spread your message
Millz and Iggy
When Jay-Z came up he piggy backed Biggie
Why he ain’t never pushed no
Artist from his city? Ain’t hatin
Every man gotta put in they own
We're back at center court here
At Reebok invitational brought to
You by Jay-Z's S dot Carter tennis shoe set
That's right John i hear
They're
fact
Let me take that back
See I don't fuck with real legends
In rap like you do i'm crucial
Concealed by real crips and suwoo
And they shoot like
goes around, comes back you know)
So when I die I hope I live in the sky
All my folk who ain't survive, may they live in the sky
Tell God, I wanna
Discuss these guess whos back by jay z Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In