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of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

30's the new twenty, nigga 
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by
of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

30's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by the songs
of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

Thirty's the new twenty, n**** 
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by
of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out

30's the new twenty, nigga 
I'm so hot still
Better broad, better automobile
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mill
Then by
(Jay-Z:)
Motherf***ers
Say that I'm foolish
I only talk about jewels
(Bling bling)
Do you fools
Listen to music or
Do you just skim
Through
featuring Teflon and Jay Z 



Lil' Fame: 



Seventy five 

Raised on a strip called here brotha hill 

Where guns pop and cops get
self 'cause you keep sayin'
Blah blah blah blah

See that house you in, it's yo mamabs crib, you ain't got yo own
Flossin fakin' bling, Jay-Z want
on national radio
Jay-Z approved it on Westwood show
I'm blessed wid a ear for music, beautiful when I use it
Abuse beats for the better the king of this era
I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
[Z-Ro]
I keep my middle finger pointed out at all times, lyrically
Abuse somebody in all rhymes, indodging in felonious to the small crime
Everybody want
a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
Your rollin' with a pro with, money to blow child

You need to feel how sweet the skills be
To come
over, did me dirty
I told Beyonce stop trying to give me Jay-Z's birdy
I know you purdy, but go get me a ice-cold Pepsi
Then get your ass in this hot tub
behind by my scientific mind

[Misfit]

Beyond compare, will I dare
A glutton for punishment
You're starring so deeply
Cause of my hypnotic
Predicament
a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
Your rollin' with a pro with, money to blow child

You need to feel how sweet the skills be
To come
behind bars like Rick's jail cell 
To rock well I need a beat like... 
Child abuse victims (ha ha) 
Everything I say turn to yay 
This shit was blowin'