Lyrics:
what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost
[Jay-Z]
Fo' sure, everythings for dough now
flow, you gotta pay a little
money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z
20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
ticka-ticka-ticka like Jay-Z
I'm slim shady with rabies
Nasa one, bout to go crazy
Like McGrady in the fourth
This gonna be unforgettable like Sway Lee
I was last,
featuring Jay Z Jermaine Dupri
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat
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 sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
Watch it for the Jay and Ye' like Truman Show to Carter 3
Wayne's World, grab the mic, flying-by when I started these
My own poems those stained words
a lil' bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay-motherfuckin'-Z, and with
Pulled up in the Maybach, my chains on like JAY-Z
Young nigga, but I got money like JAY-Z
I ran up them bands, told my bitch she better be outside
never let it affect me
You turned your ass on me i say thank you
What do you expect from a goofy nigga
Everything get crazy i feel like Jay Z
Couples
the Maybach
My chains on like JAY-Z
Young nigga, but I got money like JAY-Z
I ran up them bands
Told my bitch she better be outside
The airport before I land
My
that shit I never let it affect me
You turned your ass on me i say thank you
What do you expect from a goofy nigga
Everything get crazy i feel like Jay Z
Yea, Yea, Yea
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some
embarrassin' yourself when you in a public settin', Ye
Now I see why Jay Z ain't go to your weddin', Ye (I see why)
And you got lipo, what's next, Ye, ass
No you can't play me
Been around that block
No you can't fade Me
Betta keep that blocka
Niggas crazy
I throw up that Rock
Just like I'm Jay Z
No you
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
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
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
forgive myself? Uh
Thank you for your patience
All these years clean and I'm still isolating
I'm sorry I kept you waiting
Shit, fuck, run that back, uh
year
A lot of people ain't make it here so I'm finna make it clear
Jay to the letter ain't playing fair
Yeah we just happy that the summer here
Thank
to put it down for y'all
That's how we do it y'all
Timbaland, Jay-Z
Two pimps
Two pimps
Two pimps baby
Put it down
Don't you like that?
We
the mic I always set trends
Either you see with bitches, or Im rolling with pimps
Brook-laan to Oakland, I keep smokin'
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I?
JAY-Z motherfucker
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE motherfucker
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
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