Lyrics:
to see me, beats fuck up ya hooptie
Suburbans, Benz or the two seats
Major numbers the first week
[Chorus + Jay-z]
[Jay-Z]
Uh, come on with it,
that I put on
And it isn't right
Started in the dark and made it Bright
What's all the hype
I'm thirty four my pops died thirty Five
And I don't know
verse, or that Jay Z
Ayo his verses were crazy, on that "Renegade" beat
But I ain't never bought no whole CD of Shady
And all I hear is pop tunes come
locking on the game till it hurt to breathe
I Roc Nations for the Rock with a urgency
I ain't the next Jay Z I'm the first of me
And Soul District be
Hook
Jay-Z:
This cru love, Roc-A-Fella til we die
As long as you and I keep it movin' like a drive-by
We can stack dough sky high
NIggaz can't touch what
case
Roc-A-Fella pop criss til we outta da case
Form da hood nigga Nikes, Delts, and 'Lo Sport
Hood niggas just like me, belted and blow court
girl when you are (i was just frontin')
I'm ready to stop when you are
Jay-z, marshall, kartel and pharrell pha-real
Roc-a-wear apparel for real
I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin'
About Learjets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they
Sell records like Snoop - (oops)
I'm interrupted by
these streets ain't mine
Like the Roc don't mean something, glock won't lean something
A yo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine something
Hit
Catch em ' stretch em , Roc-aFella like Jay-Z
Quit the fuck a nigga up like Tay-Keith
Bitch, this shit ain't sweet, my name rang from West to east
Ibeen '
the fuck out the house
[Scarface (Jay-Z)]
I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the do'
(I got a hoopty from
(AAOOOWWWW!) it's so rock and roll
Jay skateboarder
I be the king of the Roc
There is none higher
Fuck 'Jay-Z' - y'all should call me sire
I won't
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z
everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
Don't pop me no fucking pill, I'mma a pop you
Throwing the past away to my face better revenate yeah
J.Brown always laying back can't catch me in the paint yeah
Zombie by my ear
By my ear Z
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
D-Roc for a biggie
Pussy-ass lil' rap niggas
I fucked with real trap niggas
Pop star, icon
But I send niggas come snatch niggas
I'm with EBK, you
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
[Jay-Z]
(No one on the corner) gotta bop like this,
Can't wear skinny jeans 'cause my knots don't fit
(No one on the corner) gotta pocket like this
So I
to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy (haha)
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down
to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy (haha)
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down
I'm not takin'
My phone overflowin', that shit can get drainin'
I signed up with Ye, and he just explained it
How we gotta get it like Jay-Z and Damon
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