Lyrics:
(ohh-oh-ohh, all the above)
Uhh, uhh (ohh-oh-ohh)
[Beanie Sigel]
Yeah, Mr. Him F'Real is here
Curbside by Atlanta, got a mill' out there
Billionaires Boys
was my dick, yo' face and lips, see'mon
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Young! Woo! Hov'! Yes
She want to meet the only king on the East coast
Hook me up with
because my radar is over there smoking buddy
Keep your hands where I can fucking see 'em too
I heard about you in the paper, I know you got the toaster
different Rollie, AP is crazy
I played the streets, I'm like Meech and JAY-Z
I played the game where it's deep, you know this gangster shit ain't cheap
I
and now, I'm on top
And I'm rollin' with folks that could never be stopped
And I'm here to let you know this is where I belong
And to you sucker emcees
the honor go
Respect goes further than any dollar can take me
Money don't make me, the least bit, so I stay free
Molded by Shady, Big, Pac, Fif, and Jay Z
a lottery, Got me singing like Queen B, Just waiting on my Jay Z,
My love got him going crazy, So who gone upgrade me
If your status ain't good, I wish I would
a pot, let's make a baby
Looking back, I don't know who threw this bouquet to me
But I walk down this aisle faithfully, cut that cake for me
I, Jay-Z
gonna be my fate
It's hard to love when all you around is nun but hate
Even harder to trust when you surrounded by all these snakes
I keep it real with
question A & are's wanna know
Where I stand in the dispute wit' Nas, Mobb and Jay-Z
Fuck you pay me I slid in on you rap motherfuckers
'Cause the block got
years)
You're so wavy, crazy, spaced-out, lazy
Samples of bottles and coins and gravy
I like Kano. Don't like Jay-Z
Hold tight Bugzy. Fuck you Tay Keith
Kid Reezle, man
I appreciate you for this one
Thank you
This sound like something
Jay-Z a flow on
I might need a Jay-Z feature
After this
Tell me what you see
You ain't living in my shoes
Don't tell me what I'll be
Love is real too my face
Then they against me
Never needed no one, all I
by double digits
I gotta do somethin'
Fightin' depression I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to sleep
[Curious Lil' Jay]
Boom, Boom, What cha'll talkin bout
Yea these girl hott without a dought
I'm Mr. Mischief with a trick up my sleeve
Whats wrong
trapping every day
Stack the paper out the muscle
Pushing what I say
Had to make it clear
That what you hear is Tony Jay
Shinobi they know me (Uh)
Get you
you Hoody where the fuck are you)
Swear to God by the summer all these hoes gon fall in love yeah
(Ain't shit fuck you nigga)
I'll never tuck off for
You said what I'm doing is wrong
But what 'bout what I'm doing right?
I'm a real one that stuck by
But I'm a soldier
Since a youngin wanted bigger
rhymes, pick a batch
I live for the love of rap
You crazy? I've made beats for Jay-Z for free
Page me, you need a beat, you Canibus?
Then it's Dre's
Jay-z
I'm feeling so hazy
That's just off the remi
Hits on hits lil bitch I got plenty
Just on the tape It's a classic like Wendy's
I been really plotting
Me in my zone, nothing can phase me
Entrepreneur
(Yeah) feeling like Jay-Z
Bitch I know you hate me
Don't be acting fake b
Bitch I know you hate me
with the Beatles
He mixed them with Jay Z the whole thing was illegal
Speaking of illegal Jack White did some time
He hit another guy and assault is
for you even if in separate directions is where we headed
Mesmerized by your aura and presence / its giving perfection (Ebony tone & Style lockin me)
I
the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit
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