Lyrics:
girl when you are (i was just frontin')
I'm ready to stop when you are
Jay-z, marshall, kartel and pharrell pha-real
Roc-a-wear apparel for real
I'm my favorite rapper til Kendrick drop
I'm my favorite rapper til Nas drop a new stillmatic and rap in reverse
I'm my favorite rapper til Jay Z
Hehehe, these are my words to my first born..
Can you picture, young n****z in a rush to grow
Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat
you beefing with lil Jay and expect not to die by gun
My patna come through tripping marching band you know we got the drums
Spinning on they block back
town, that digs on me/
Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys
-???Yeah I???m up at Brooklyn, now I???m down in Tribeca/Right next to De Niro/But I???ll be hood
dropped the soap on purpose
Kaepernick still ain't got a job, shit crazy
And now the NFL doin' business with JAY-Z
When that story came out, people was
Can we please have a moment of silence?
That's for my niggas doin' years in confinement
And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living
That
Girlie o , Mo gbe o!
You're so amazing , you're so beauty , be my Beyoncé,
Goin be your Jay z oh
Babe tell me what I really don't know
Shey make I wait
O-S-S H-O-G-G
O-you-T-L-A-W-Z, Boss Hogg Outlaw gangstas
It's him Slim, T-H-U-G
But it's true it's me, on your mother's T.V
On your brother's c.d.,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
laying wit all these leaches
Never solo when I'm sleeping
Either my main or I'm creeping
Even when I'm by myself
I got Nina by my belt
And I be gone
Bone Thugs
'Cause this is just another thug song, ayy
Hold up, let me grab my cup of mud
Baby, please don't touch my styrofoam
I drove my Lambo
All of my life I been living in a daze
Trapped in my mind like I'm stuck in a maze
Walking with a nine and it's tucked on my waste
So if your trying
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
cringe
The end justifies the means
My flames are fueled by the screams of those who dash hopes and crush dreams
Your weak flesh is just a vessel
I provide
fell to his death
I remember as my uncle wept
I was thinking this life can pass you by like the Pharcyde in a blink and
My world's flooded by Sex, Money,
If lyrics sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I want to rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I
dreamt that I'd make it big
I was even rapping in my baby pics
On dark nights I had one mic
The Lord blessed me with sunlight
And an escape from this thug
in myself
Yeah, uh
Real hustler, had to thug it out some nights
When I got hundreds in my pockets I feel comfort
Hot summers
We were fighting through
the
Eye they smile
I'm due back by Monday, and it's
Friday now
All you wanna-be pimps and players
Man you should try Jay's style
I'm saying bye-bye to my
Brutas aaya back ho ke strong
Drake wang lagda c i am Doing it wrong
Main c Right tahi billo Left
Jay z waang rapping milli God Gift
Har line tere
bitches 6 feet deep
My mental status destroyed
'Cause I was touched by the hands of tha sick
But I swear with a passion
I'm a put 6 shots in this
bitches better get it right (yeah)
From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass
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