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Let Me Roll

Scarface

The World Is Yours

1993

"School house!"
Schooled em again, now d's come in ounce
And walked away from the crap game broke
But it ain't no thing, yo, just let a brother smoke

the colorful hair
I don't trust u if u color ya hair
Type of chump put u under for years
City spooky shit ain't wonderful here
All them Summertime shootouts in

knew
It's the beat my heart skips when I'm with you
But I still don't understand
Just how the love your doing no one else can

Got me looking so

to the street
Boy them boys still watchin
Jays on my feet
Damn, dat boi been flossin
The grind ain’t cheap
We don’t got no options
I do it for my city

the rays, make the choppa spray pyro
Roll another jay, tryna see how blaze I go
Double cup, this ain't lean in it, this is Hennessy
Fuck is up, who

grows
And I know, this for sure
Money clean, and it grows

Heaven or hell nigga, two ways
Choose wisely
It's Carter next, no Jay Z, but he's here to body

ain't giving you dap
Fore I ask you
Move me a pack
Double up
I love watching it stack
Good dope and I'm bringing em back
No Nicki but I bees in the trap

these critics try compare us
But ain't no comparison I am God
Don't make me lift up my iron rod
Love me a bitch with some character (Yeah)
But I'm

shit)
I aint jay- z, but it big pimpin bitch (go, go, go)



[Chorus]
Hit the gas, hit the gas, hit the gas, hit the gas  (whoo)
Digital dash, digital

This Can't Be Life

Jay-Z

Dynasty Roc la Familia 2000 [Bonus DVD]

2000

[Jay-Z]
Geah.. whassup?
Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz
Real niggaz, worldwide
Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story
We all ghetto

til ya, til ya choke

Burnin' Jays of that dour bud nigga
Turtle wax, triple polish-Cowabunga nigga
No amount of words could define
This hunger my nigga

Slide for the night
Yea
I ain't sayin it twice
All I want is your love for the night
I'm just tryna be nice
With Majestic in your life
You know we

got drank I got weed
If she roll with me then she gotta pay a fee
I ain’t got no heart cuz wear it on my sleeve
N I stay with them alarms n case them

the drain
Ain't came here to play
What you wan say?
One of these days
Imma blow up like hiroshima
So sir I don't buy no plays
I don't even care if you

the ranks if he the father, I'm the god
No not Charlemagne, this is Jay we ain't the same
The magnus is my status I got greatness in my name
Attack

Just let it breathe

I tell myself let it go
Still tell myself let it breathe
I don't have time for no probelms
Got 99 like my name is Jay-Z
I give

Jack City

A lot of niggas talking that New York lost it
That's fake news man we the land of the bosses
We ain't taking no loses nah we just steady

As long as they print it we gone count it up
I took God's gift to earth and then I made some
Always had heart if I ain't never had nothing
Fuck

New York, New York

Grandmaster Flash

The Best of Sugar Hill Records

1998

New York New York, big city of dreams 
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems 
You might get fooled if you come from out of town

surrounded by snakes
Grew from the dirt I was left in
Can't count all of these blessings
God's got me I ain't stressing
Already written; I'm walking
I wake up

that city no more
Way way back
I don't really feel comfortable in that city no more
Way way back way way back

Beat the concrete blisters where the jays

ready

[VERSE ONE] Derose

I just been huggin da block
And it’s really no love in da city but I got some glocks
Is you gon ride wit me in any position no

not no newbie
Business nigga just like Jay-Z, formalities don’t suit me
She gon’ suck this soul, then she gon’ call it juicy
Kyle I pray you stay

a word from the pride and the ego
I'm a hopeless romantic down to my soul
I wanna love you but fuck you like I hate you though
Ain't no man gonna love you