Lyrics:
[Jay-Z]
Turn the lights even lower!
Hova
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all
[DMX]
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
[Jay-Z
This might sound crazy but Imma do a song with Jay Z
With Dre on the beats and libs by Slimshady
And do this video you know like really ill, word
****
here
To give y’all the truth
Jay Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain’t calling me! Jay
Z, call me! Aye, bruh, I
Know you got killers
Please don’t send them
flipped
A 90's baby but, fuck with the 80's
By 30, I'm finna' be richer than JAY-Z
Rap God, Slim Shady
Got fans like the Navy
Need Young Money, Cash
Philly
R kelly is a child molester
Who had beef with Jay-Z
Shit it makes sense why he
Wanted all those Young Gunz
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it
the truth out about this beef
A victium of defeat when ya
Album was released when Jay-Z made
Kanye look like a beast
When BET told Jim Jones it was
Peace jus
earthquakin
Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin
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
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
the Lox & them
Jaz-O, Jay-Z, Pun & Joe Crack Papi
Jeru The Damnja & the Mash Out Posse (Ahki)
How can we compromise, niggas tellin lies
The revolution
just talkin' shit, I swear if you fact check my life it's true
I'm into buyin' buildings, makin' millions like how Jay-Z do
But I'm Nigerian, so my shit
shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
Your money fake son, I'll call you clay 'cause you get's Play-Doh
Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay
on bein Jay Z
The run that I'm on is gonna be longer than the Euphrates
Got a super model chick that's badder than Tom Brady's
Rap game bunch of clowns
simple and plain
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
Is fuckin' crazy poppin' like JAY-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest
how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when i'm
the dream now
Nobel peace prize, jay z on speed dial
Its the substance within, not the colour of your skin
Are you the puppeteer or the puppet on the string
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
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
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
you never make me
On top of game, you could never play me
I was at class, sitting next to JAY-Z
Smoking a joint with Nas and Swizz Beatz
Took off
ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra
JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't)
Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him
does it come from?
It comes from me scamming the dumb ass bum bums
Jesse we have to cook, but we do it by the book
Millions of dollars, yeah thats
the trial of
I'm gone
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.k.a. Jay-Z
Uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them,
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