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Biggie, Pac, Big Pun Nas
Jay-Z, Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/
Rice and Beans is what I was raised on
A young chico walking home with some Jays on
Kept some rocks in my pockets for them stray dogs
Ghetto kids in
and you and the things we'll do
I said a home
I'm not talkin about a one night stand
I wanna be your man
I said a home
I'm talkin about a home
Suzanne, you
Before time in the AD, I was completely crazy
I'm not Jay-Z nor am I Slim Shady
She is my baby, we getting bigger lately
Mistakenly, mistaken, not
don't go back to Jay-Z
It's a rap
I used to fuck with Christina a while back
Which one, Aguilera or Milian, both of em
They did this little trick with
the memories and you're all I'm thinking of
'Cause I can't get past what we used to have (yeah)
Baby, baby I'm missing you (come on)
I'm talkin' 'bout how I
up
They sayin' go Z! Go! Let's go up
They sayin' go Z! Go! I'ma go up
There go Z dot myles, there go Z dot myles
I hear people talkin' bout about he
ringin', not one, two
Bitch, I trap it out so hard, I don't give a fuck about what you do
I had dope fiends on my porch, talkin' bout that they short
crazy thinkin you're Jay Z and Louis V won't make you what you wanna be
Can't prove yourself without proof bitch freeze
This ain't your zone, can't
People started talkin bout the old me
Never needed nothin but an o z
Drivin down the nineteen to the forty
Comin back and chillin with the homies
featuring Jay Z
[M.Bleek]
That's right Up front and personal
[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I
dedicated (Nigga that’s fire I don’t what the fuck you talkin’ about)
Yeah, they rock your jersey around the city the art of being celebrated
Took advantage
how we flow
Don't worry about Brooklyn, I continue to flame
Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name
You held it down long enough, let
how we flow
Don't worry about Brooklyn, I continue to flame
Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name
You held it down long enough, let
thing that you fucked is fourth grade
Ayy, hold on, we about to bring that back
Your bitch is really fuckin' with me, for real, she really bought you my
Cause I'm a pimp
And Jay-Z? He's the pimper you know what I'm sayin?
That's how we do it right here in the nine-eight
So we gotta be out let it ride
about the money, cuz we runnin' out of time
Stay on your grind
Money ain't a thing
Switchin' lanes like Jay-Z
But steady mobbin' Deep
With consistency
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
(frickin' scarier than hell)
You have any idea what I'm talkin' about
Dear?
I haven't always had Franklins
But I've been here
If she's a six in New York,
Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean?
And I'm about to bring y'all some history
We got the best of both worlds
And I got the Get Fresh Crew
just talkin' shit, I swear if you fact check my life it's true
I'm into buyin' buildings, makin' millions like how Jay-Z do
But I'm Nigerian, so my shit
in a Mercedes
But that don't make your basic ass Beyonce or Jay-Z
What's happenin'? Obama 'bout to move out the White House
What's happenin'? Couple
and forget about yesterday
We catching Z's like Jay
Nigga fuck a hook the name already got it
City asking where you been shit not Wallace
Nigga went to college
Yeah y'all this Jay-Z
Coolin out with the Funk Flex
60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do
Motherfucker yeah, you don't stop
You won't quit, Jay-Z
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