Lyrics:
how I know you never seen the top
Sierra Canyon parking lot lookin' like Magic City parking lot
Hear the talks when I walk by like you know it's over
If I was Jay-Z, you'd be my Beyonce
We could rock the nation like they do
And if I was Da Vinci, you'd be Mona Lisa
Paint a smile perfectly on you
Tolerate drama, queen, that is a no-no
Suitin' and booted, I'm playin' fuckin' Halo
You niggas so dumb, bitch, I'm tellin' my Beyonce
Love Jay-Z, but shit
want no wife like Jada or Brittany Renner (I don't)
And I'll take the money instead of the Jay-Z dinner (haha)
I was smokin' on that Alpo pack when I
y’all shit
Tooke,Gizzle,Roc and Troub in rare form with the clip
I’ll slap ya Mother fucking click fuck around and Rick James yo bitch nigga
Racks 4 kid
ass for me
My lil brudda nem on some gang shit roc yo world like jay and some dame shit missed 30 shots yeen aim shit still in da hood wit no scrap I
pros off this
Red and blue flash nigga all I do is plead the fifth
No nigga in my gang ever snitched and we can attest for this
And like jay z said less
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
the greatest, I'm determined to win. until then I can't get no satisfaction.
Ya, blow me a shotgun [Repeat: x4]
I'm the one that went to the gun fight with
here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
50, um, Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners
When it's real, you can't stop it nigga
Glasses made by Prada nigga
You should see my closet nigga
I can't help but pop it nigga
Pop it nigga, pop it
daydie
Lately, I been going real crazy
Empire State of mind call me Jay Z
Bottles and Bottles and Bottles of Baileys
Shout out foods, yeah he's one
Shawn Carter was born December 4th
Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces
He was the last of my four children
The only one who didn't give me any pain
Shawn Carter was born December 4th
Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces
He was the last of my four children
The only one who didn't give me any pain
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
life
The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's only one and then you get
East
Locs got Nets like Jay-Z
Looka, looka, looka look at me now
My free shooters out in Brooklyn be foul
Haters hatin' like it's good to be down
Dwight
a young nigga grinding out here working
Free roc he got caught up in the mix
Free cheese he was always wit the shits
A nigga told on him so he shot him
a peasant in the presence of a god
Here to smit u for ya sins, here to judge you for ya wrongs
I was raised by hip-hop, Pac, Nas, UGK
Young OutKast, bitch I'm
[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
Ey, dis D-Roc from the Ying Yang Twins (yup)
And I got Da Muzicians, Big Countrie, and B Gizzle to help me show y'all how ta walk
Dis is a new
by four
It's a big degree murder when the ball's in my court
Don't be a bitch
I flick the switch when i get a itch
To insist for a kill switch
I
got an IG
Bring her to my section, one shot turn to three
In 40/40 S/O to Jay-Z
I was raised by the OG's
Ima different breed, all the bitches peep
Naw
(Yeaaa)
Ugh, Car wit 4 (4)
Bitch you already know (Hiiiiiiiiiiinnn!!!$$)
Get bodied at ease your soul
(Yeaaa)
You know how the story goes
(Yeaaa)
Water
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