Lyrics:
generals never fail eighteen
Would you believe, I know what's up your sleeve
If you said in your last time, ?
And thought he saw the devil, Jay kissed his
em no if ands or maybe
Whole lotta choppa that shit go crazy yeah on the run just like I'm Jay-Z
Yeah I got a chop in the trunk oooh get paid like
Yea, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin' like this
Big thangs, thick
The seats they ain't customized
They made by Ricarro
A ruby red CF5
I'll cop by tomorrow
[Baby]
For catching me on the interstate drunk
Running the law
With
a keep don't have time for Tom foolery
Run this town literally, H-Town's JAY Z
I'm in my prime you just holding my spot
Cause every move that I make,
Mercedes
I'm talking paparazzi flashes like
That girl with Jay-Z
I know you heard of her, queen shit
I don't think she a blood but she
Always quick to rep
reveal
He might show you them racks tell him show how he live
Tried to hurt me by calling me broke
I forgot we ain't come from the same thang,
You just
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
Then I don't want you
My baby
If we can't get fly
Like Kim and Ye
I don't want you
My baby
If we can't ball out
Like Jay and Be
I don't want you
My baby
script, but ain't seen the movie yet
Better have that Glock stuffed tonight
I'm comin through with Young Noble, and we, gon', make, it
A block bust
Ain’t going back, ain’t going back
Taught by the G’s from the C’s how to make it stack
And taught by the man how to give it back
Lost my dad but that man
cause his fam is crooks
Man they push more weight then Jay-Z
Off the books and Dick Cheney stay in beef like P, caught in a jux
So felonious, masonic
Look here, Miss Thang, hate to salt your game
But you's a money hungry woman
And you need to change in the locker room
All the homies do is laugh
High
I'm Jay-Z, these niggas broke and they lazy
I never let a nigga play me, these pussy niggas better pay me
I been servin' fiends ever day, ah
I ain't
Like wooooo
We ain't messing with you
SB get that money man
Stuna get money man
So-Low get that money man
Whole crew get that money man
I got a S on my
making ends
Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know the moneys got you safe and sound
Now i'm bout to take it back to 84
Liston
Bitch, you standin' by a freezer, hope you ain't anemic
Hoe stop tryin' to read my mind, you know I'm a genius
Girl, the way you eat this meat, I
Drop my nuts I don't give no fucks
This money come in by the bunch
I turn a op to runts
How you dissin' on songs and ain't slid once
My lil' niggas
like this
I want big shrimp up in my grits
I wanna do me let me do my thizz
Lemme do my thang
Ain't no holding me back
Ain't no holding me back
Lemme do
kitchen with jays
Only need her for her lips
And her face
I'm always good
With a clip by my waist
Play funny then I'm aiming for cap
Gave her dick
Now I'm
off ya face
Take ya by a lake to show the rest of the snakes
I’m Tie you to a stake and let the fire do it’s thang
neva been a dummy
But once u done did it
That's it, u done done it
Bad attitude
I can't even get blunted
Err thang due
And I ain't got no money
Hungry
out, thangs'll still be the same
But until then hold on nigga, and don't worry bout a damn thang
[Hook - 4x]
[Z-Ro]
This world is not my home, I'm just
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got
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