Lyrics:
to Jay-Z and just refuse some
That nigga go hard in the paint
And im tryna make it there
So I go off the brain cuz I know ill make it there
And I got
baby, get your mind right
And I need gangsta girls for my gangsta family
[Jay-Z]
Get your mind right mami, get your mind right
Get your mind
When they see us in the club
In the club in the club
When they see us woma ko eje rush rush
When me and thugs in the club start to pop
All my ladies
and expose
The pussy type motherfucker takes my money and ghost
And tries to justify by writing names in a post
I ain't mad about a dollar, man I'm mad about
niggas lookin this clean
Way too many thug niggas acting like me
Young Jay Z man I'm acting kinda mean
Making all the hits like I'm poppa B.I.G
Getting all
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
mi vida"
Yeah she tell the truth and , I'm playin my English bitch hear this sayin "boy you stupid"
Fuck Kona ice rather go and fuck Jay Z's wife
No
Laying a proper ground work's essential to go
From Public Enemy to Tribe Called Quest
To Jay-Z, Diddy, Pharrell, Drake, or Kanye West
To where our world
Still we gon' endeavor
Remember all those "Nightmares"
Now I'm dreaming better
Not Jay-Z, but clever!
(Meek Mill!)
(Want My Team To Ball A
"100
Yeah you already know, this Trae mayn
Asshole By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin'
Doing my motherfucking thang
Feel what I'm saying
This here, for my
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
the jays and the nikes but you see im daddy Z im Daddy Zemus (yeah)
My day 1 niggas dont rap no more... whole crew fell off no choice had to go solo...
Got
cowards die a thousand times
Written, mastered, produced by the same guy
I'm Dr Dre and Jay Z at the same time
Tell your girl to hurry and tell her bring
the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though, (who?) Me
Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z
My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me
Tried
the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though, (who?) Me
Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z
My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me
Tried
I ride it good like a Mercedes
Bumpin' that Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
Uh
Mask off
I'm talkin' shit cause my cash long
My jewels gon' bling
Mongolz sign artists like bosses
Marathon flows more tours than Armstrong
Did dope or Jay in Paris
Parties by Pharris Phil and Nate
I said we eaten like
gang, gang, gang, gang
I be with the thugs, hooligans the same thing
All my niggas apes
Yeah, we come up out that jungle
Had to name my chopper Erin how
my life is filled with rainy days
But I stashed some dough, how much, you'll ever know
It's Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, Kells and Jay-Z
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
[Hook: R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way
the club and we tearing it up
A round of that Crown or Patron in my cup
So explicit, Jay Major, Jay Major let's go
So explicit, Jay Major, Jay Major let's go
you already know so
make yourself be heard - OHHHHHHHHH
It`s the F-I-Z-Z-why, Dub-O-Mack
Here to hold down the streets and the thugs know that
So
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
touch
Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella forever CEO what what
Us the villains, fuck your
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