Lyrics:
where we leaving many cases
Running 'round, man, but we never catch no cases
Give a fuck about what you say, kicking it with like two babes
Top off,
the love yall den showed me
Right back I left something
You heard what who said something
Aint say it to me I aint worried about it
When Im gone I'll be
talkin' 'bout that love
For myself and all my niggas
All my bitches and all my thugs, what's up?
'Cause I got chillin' by the million
Tranquilo by
You was looking for that flexy,
Sexy
Motherfucker,
Flashy
Motherfucker,
Sexy
Motherfucker
(Hey!)
You keep talkin' about me
(Talkin' about me)
Yeah,
you ain't really about that hustlin' you ain't really about that
What the fuck you niggas talkin'
Naa you ain't really about that murder you ain't
playing Jay Z, I been rollin doja
Thought I told ya, I might pop the rose, I been bumpin rozay,
I need maybachs for my music, she might relapse when we do
Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the Cannon
How are you on the VMAs, actin' like you hood?
Way across the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"
That's
Baby come and talk to me
Together we can work this out
We gotta love thing
We're talkin' about
The way you looked at me
Tell me you're sorry
won't that be nice now?
Later on we can examine
Each other more closely
And by the way my name is Sophie"
The luau was sharp, right Jay?
(On the strength
tryin' to get on the bandwagon
Yeah Dre, I know what you're sayin' man, but let's tell 'em who we're
Talkin' about
WHAT DO YOU CALL A CREW THAT CAN
[Jay-Z]
People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
Looking at me, stay focused, I'm givin' 'em straight focus
Surprise, what I do is
up and drink em down
Gonna show em all what we're all about
That's what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about
Talkin' about
Take your
Roc-a-fella
Y'all know what this is
We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drink down
And report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas
with new indictments
Talkin' about old connects and new prices
Stress'll take a young n****, give him an old face
Or stress'll take a dumb n****, give
the smoke
Yo, Mone, we did it again
The dynamic duo
On some Jay-Z and Kanye shit
Some Drake and Noah Forty shit
Killin' the game, man
Time to let these
were still my baby
I wish one day we could make it work, maybe
JB, girl you were my lady
MJ to my SpiderMan
Yoncé to my Jay-Z
Though you drove me crazy
why people ignore you like you aint even talkin
You chit chatter and get splattered by a disease beat addict
That spit spontanious like a Prayin Mantis
it, I'll be in the studio with Jay-Z
I won't stop, I need Mercedes, yes bitch, I'm talkin' plural
Mine's gon' be black and my girl's gon' be coral, her
*dice game intro*
jay z:
uhh, uhh
uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh
hah, how real is this?
uhh, uhh, how real is this?
what? uhh, what?
uhh
verse one jay z:
we
W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platinum plus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the word is
seen each other and stopped
In NYC, at MTV, people watched
We was both deep, after you left, I got no sleep
Think about how us real n****z would be
AXL grrt
You know how we do it at every nigga (Baow)
All that 9 to that Ville shit
(Baow) , drill shit (Baow) jay Dee
(Deezy) , Dee Savv, Fivio
comfortable
All ya mans ever do is smoke blunts with you
Fuck a Willy Esco outfit, nigga, I'm about chips
Look at my crew we all got whips
[Verse 2]
Nasty Nas
the intelligence that Jay-Z has
From, rags to riches, we ain't dumb
We got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
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