Lyrics:
like yo' shit don't stink?
Check out my diamonds, bitch
Everyone gonna blink this be a thug thang
Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin', motherfucker
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
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
Nobody's, closin' me out of my business
My definition of a thug n****
(Nobody's, closin' me out of my
say" shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up (brrat, brrat)
I do a Cali' style drive-by
Chorus: 2xs
[Jay-Z] (Amil)
Where my hoes in this house who
Hold they niggas down who
Roll hard, why'all my road dawgs
(Hey)
Where my ladies in this
La La La
La La La
Maybe, it's me, maybe i bore u
No no, it's my fault, cos i can't afford u
Maybe baby, puffy, jay z
would all be better
and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies,
a leave a legacy like Im Jay-Z
When It comes to money I ain't ever lazy
Shout out the homies always keep me on my grind
Man im always making music, never
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
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
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
Fuck Jay Z, he's broke and I smoke daily
Baby, let's be friends
Friends, where's my niggas' at, come on y'all
No need to front, let's be friends
other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are understandably shaken up
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
Thug Life n****z be the craziest, run up n****!)
There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
N****z die from my hollow-point bullet
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
is hard to come by
Yeah
Got these haters tougue tied
Now they ask why
No need to justify or testify
Already looking through my Third eye
Yeah I'm Fly
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
leaves, when I work for cheap
Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was
Ladies love em like he cool James
Big body, when I role through
noise
Chorus Two
[Jay-Z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
by the projects while a nigger hollar
[Jay-Z]
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty young thing
Rap
a thug
By any means I'm tryna feed
A whole team of people that I really love
Ima hustla not a thug
Ima hustla not a thug
Black business man and the plan
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
Don't
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