Lyrics:
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
Once upon a time, not long ago
When gangstas rocked waves sold dope and sniffed lo'
There was a young G by the name of Shyne Poe
Puttin' it down,
Took u niggas years to figure out,
Jay Laroy the best without a doubt,
What the fuck is niggas really bout,
Certified G at the most,
Young nigga
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
I wanna be young forever
Same time I don't
Wanna live forever
You said
We would be together
Hit me up
I know I can treat you better
I don't wanna
Feel like i might live
Forever yall
Forever young
So high i might never fall ya
They think im better off dead
I keep the same energy
I been down
But
(*talking*)
The youngest guerilla in here mayn, Young Dyno
In here with Trae, D and S.L.A.B
We representing this to the fullest mayn, AK's loaded
the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
I love ya
I love ya
You know how we get down
It's by any means necessary
I love ya
Man I shed tears writing this shit
On everything
Hmmm
It's Jay
the ROC, in ya area!"
You better warn ya folks
They hate to see a real clique, but now
[Chorus w/ (Jay-Z ad-libs)]
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
Highest paid
the loved ones lost
To the heroes in Pittsburg, you took it by far
The world state y'all, yeah, we took 'em head on
Your names will live forever, thanks for
Illwill Let's be real yeah It's me I'm not In disguise
Niggas Talk Like Jay Leave Em Z this Ether Hit Like Nas
Niggas Claim They Gangster
Till Death
Everybody switching up I’m not amazed it don’t phase me
Will you stay down like Beyoncé and Jay-Z
You wanna be up in my presence gotta pay me
I be quick
Te suki nie wiedzą co tutaj się dzieje to zaraz im powiem ej
Tu wszystko jest jasne od a do z
Z wygraną wbijam na konto ostatnia chwila by wziąć
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
laugh still am the goat feeling like Jay Z
It's me and your girl nigga we bounce soon as they pay me
I check my accounts never announce precaution for
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the after party
Got
January to December
I need you by my side , gal forever
Hakuna matata , girlie no wahala eh
Every season girl every weather
Every January to December
I
on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young
[Pac]
Damn...
what I`ma do now?
When I get free...
Oh s***!
[Jay]
Get free...
Yeah yeah
[Chorus: x2]
When I get free, motherf***ers
[Jay-Z]
I'm focused man
Tell Stout to holla at me man
Uh, young Hova ya heard?
Trackmasters ya heard?
Yo, yes y'all and Jigga man be ballin'
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