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Shawn Corey Carter (born December 4, 1969), better known by his stage name Jay-Z, is an American rapper, record producer, entrepreneur, and occasional actor. He is one of the most financially successful hip hop artists and entrepreneurs in America. In 2012, Forbes estimated Carter's net worth at nearly $500 million. He has sold approximately 50 million albums worldwide, while receiving fourteen Grammy Awards for his musical work, and numerous additional nominations. He is consistently ranked as one of the greatest rappers of all-time. He was ranked #1 by MTV in their list of The Greatest MCs of All-Time in 2006. Two of his albums, Reasonable Doubt (1996) and The Blueprint (2001) are considered landmarks in the genre with both of them being ranked in Rolling S… more »

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2000

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Uh huh 
Is why'all ready? 
Is why'all ready?

[Chorus: x2] 
Holla! 
If you real and you know you a G 
Holla! 
Deep in these streets when you pumpin that D 
Holla! 
Be in your hood screamin f*ck police 
Holla! 
You keep a gun and you bust for beef 

Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style 
But dogg, I'm on the block with that coke and a smile 
I still got the crack heads I.D. 
And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth 

I still take cabs to that capsule spot 
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops 
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught different 
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin' 

That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat 
Bag up, take a piss, f*ck a bitch with my gat 
And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana 
You can't deny it, I'm in hoods like Tom Warner 

Beat cop, take away, I keep my shit 
They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get 
And you snitch ass niggas want to peep my shit 
But I'm a show you how deep into these streets I get 

[Chorus]
 
See what this game made, and of age I came 
And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game 
I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again* 
I don't need no applaud, to clap again 

Let alone, no award, from rap to win 
Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in 
Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine lime-a 
Cut your hand off if you fuckin with my product 

That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift 
We all know fucked up money don't pay rent 
You short with my ones, you short one thumb 
You can't, come up short where the f*ck I'm from 

We got, dues to pay, new tools to spray 
Who's to say, Bleek won't make news today 
You know the ooze'll spray if you refuse to pay 
And I move the yae nigga day by day 

[Chorus]

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