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Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead right

[Jay-Z]
Since you was a baby coward
We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder
+So Fresh and So Clean+
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)
[Freeway]
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout
with a dime, motherfuckers 
[Jay-Z] 
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster 
Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers 
Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith
Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead right

[Jay-Z]
Since you was a baby coward
We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder
+So Fresh and So Clean+
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
change, slash get brain
Slash that nigga, slash make it rain
Slash tell summer girl, get the summer Z's
Know what's in the dungaree's, a hundred G's
know
I ride slow
And when I pass
They say "what up, killer man?" Stop bringing up my past!
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie,
And Jay-Z
Don't forget
say "what up, killer man?" Stop bringing up my past!
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie,
And Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy
Baby!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
say "what up, killer man?" Stop bringing up my past!
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie,
And Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy
Baby!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
make the world dance, yeah look what I done did
Hits for Jay-Z, Nelly Furtado
Catch up, y'all slow, escargot
Nelly did fourteen mill', where's Fargo?
winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us 
Tryin' not to let this
Bought Jay Z CD wit my own pension. And that was back in 98 wit the Langley sniffilin, Money ain't a thing. And even though I couldn't relate, I kept
the fact that I wanted to rap. 
Bought Jay Z CD wit my own pension. 
And that was back in 98 wit the Langley sniffling, money ain't a thing. 
And even
these hoes
I'm worth 20 mil nigga, got 100 to go
If it was 5, it's half, it's bigger than O
I been a partner with LA Reid and Jay Z
I'm still hangin'
say "what up, killer man?" Stop bringing up my past!
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie,
And Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy
Baby!

(Hey Mr. Carter)
my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I  go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer
winters; wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us 
Tryin not to let this
to declare this a national holiday 
We gonna call this Players Holiday 
Ant be	-Z what up man? 
 
Rise and shine, make you want to say 
Dear God, let me
to declare this a national holiday 
We gonna call this Players Holiday 
Ant be	-Z what up man? 
 
Rise and shine, make you want to say 
Dear God, let me