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money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z

20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
the game like we supposed

Sigel Sigel in the house

[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
the fuck out the house

[Scarface (Jay-Z)]
I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the do'
(I got a hoopty from
This one for the future
Everybody want to be a Roc-a-fella gangsta
Hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies, but
Four: Jay-Z

Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
Turn the lights even lower!
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all

Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night

Date four hoes, make her smile and make her moan though
Lady charmer put armor by your baby mama
I hate to say it a later moment I didn’t warn ya
Feat. Jay-Z
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout
with a dime, motherfuckers 
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster 
Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers 
Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith
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
Feat. Jay-Z
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots
Yeh, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*}
shoulders off 
Jay-Z R.I.P. the Pimp C

(Uncle Murder Rap)


When the nigga see me, you know that I got it on me!
Either that Desert Eagle
Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They'll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie
featuring Teflon and Jay Z 

Lil' Fame: 

Seventy five 

Raised on a strip called here brotha hill 

Where guns pop and cops get
Whatcu crazy
Since a buck tooth baby
Doc is like straight "Fuck you! pay me" like Jay-Z
Lazy niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start
But I still know this is the life Baby Baby

You gotta let this one breathe, just
Just let it breathe for a sec
Yup, Hovi's home
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will

Now first Pac got caught
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
surprise the b****es

Think harder you know this n**** Jay-Z Shawn Cotter
G.S. to f*** up, three years to f*** up
Watch me shine like a brightly be gets
first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

Jay-Z taught me money ain't a thing
Came from the streets, headed to the hall of fame
And I
of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home
harder you know this nigga Jay-Z Shawn Cotter
G.S. to fuck up, three years to fuck up
Watch me shine like a brightly be gets to fuck up
All rhymers
MC's got skills
"He's alright, but he's not real"
Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a field
Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel
Fuck, you