Lyrics:
Who'll be the next in line?
Who'll be the next in line for a heartache?
Who'll make the same mistakes I made over you?
Who'll be the next in line
Bro got the knock, he gon' shoot through the target I don't gotta tell him to spark it
He say the opps in that whip, he gon' park it they be like Jay
in the hospital ringin' the nurse's bell
Like ding I got hit (uh-huh) by two of rap's, most dangerous
E and P and they both had stainless
Biggie
fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z
Gotta vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin
fuck with me
(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z
Gotta vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin
killin' your diet
[Jay-Z]
Can I get it what, get it wet
When he hit it first can I get it next, shit you the best
It ain't wack to be with both of us,
trickin' and my Tribe
Be on a Quest like Tip and them
On every avenue puttin' the full clip in em
Splittin' and strippin' em down while spittin' a round
that I run circles roun' they lines
And Jay gave 'em the blueprint, but they still gon' copy mines
Don't fall in line or try to conform
They give you
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
I am, far from ordinary, posted at the mortuary
Killin' time spittin' with the bodies I bury
They should be honored, all my victims get a suit
The Sword You Hold In Your Hand, You Sever The Heads Of Demons Chanda And Munda
जय जय माँ महिषासुर मर्दिनी हम तेरा जयकार करें
Jay Jay Maa Mahishasura Mardini,
don't know why
But it's like that, and that's the way it is
People in the world try to make ends meet
You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet
I
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
don't know why
But it's like that, and that's the way it is
People in the world try to make ends meet
You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet
I
hey, I can't complain
Took the next step see, from Coke to Pepsi
From the B.X., we ridin' to South Beach on jet ski
Play to survive, you ain't live,
time (wait)
You're spending on your own, all alone, I should be next in line
Let me race your mind (let's race)
Girl, if you still ain't sold, nothing
time (wait)
You're spending on your own, all alone, I should be next in line
Let me race your mind (let's race)
Girl, if you still ain't sold, nothing
life, I'm out of (oh no)
Weed drugs, alcohol, it made me sober up, I'm mad now (oh no)
Aye, I can't be by myself, it's usually fuckin' up my health (it
In the Bible I read death is of the tongue
And if you talk about death enough, death is gon' come
Jay taught me how to flow, they shot him in
right yea yea yea)
What you talkin' about yea
The next millennium rap now everybody listen
Condition yourself to be knocked out of commission
Watch
We was just playin' in the ave the other day
I never thought I'd be makin' this song
Shit crazy, but look
I don't even know where to start but
rocket no stopping me,
I was in New Orleans I hit the block with ease,
Sipping amaretto sour on the bourbon streets,
Talking bout who that there that be
Fettuccine when I dine
Rap, white Line
Wanna recline
My jewels' blind
I got a EB9, grind
My Mercedes ride by 'em
My ladies top dime
I line 'em up, I
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