Lyrics:
we chose
[Jay-Z]
We don't complain thats just how it be
I shuffle back against the ropes like Ali
I hustle through the alley through the valley
that why you acting like Beyoncé
I told that you tryna do me like Jay-Z
I told that bitch
Oh, tu n'es qu'une pétasse
I told that bitch
I told that
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Downy west
Listen uh
Bitch want my thang so I sold on an ebay
Dropped it like a 'plane crash' and now she wanna crash me
Bronx shit fuck that feeling
I'ma leave this bitch
Yo, I'm dying with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
the bed is taken throw her on the ground
Cause yo, that's how we sling it in the V-Town
V-Town, V-Town
(Vallejo, Californ-i-a)
[Jay Tee:]
Now it's
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
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
me Igloo, stick who? (Motherfucker)
Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin' out for all
(Marcy) That's
me Igloo, stick who? (Motherfucker)
Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin' out for all
(Marcy) That's
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
'em, yo!
Bitch, we get 'em (And day for us to make)
Bitch, we—aye!
Bitch, we
Bitch, we
Bitch, we get 'em (Get that motherfucker ahahahaha!)
Bitch, we get
a minute, I see my man over there, Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a lil'
as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Hit me beat Fades Out
Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
is fuckin' crazy
Poppin' like Jay-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest and bitch I've been ready to kill it, it's so
[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, y'all nigaas finished yo
Is y'all niggas finished
Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh
You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all
I get crazy
No not like jay z
This shit get hazy
I get crazy, I get crazy
Stop alert this bitch
Can't say I snuck em yeah we won't forget
they talk
R.O.C. niggaz, R.O., whoo!
Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga
[Jay] It's Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz
Jay-Z..
[Jay-Z]
Come on the track duh duh da-da
With a throwback
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
slide thru she get hit by a real clique
Got the bitches from the west side
Yo bitch ran thru lookin like a fuckin test drive
On my hip that's a 45
Bet i
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