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[Jay-Z] 
 Yeah, un huh, watch this why'all, come on,watch this why'all, Jigga 
 Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea ! 
 [Kid Capri} 
 It's Kid
[Jay-Z] 
 Yeah, un huh, watch this why'all, come on,watch this why'all, Jigga 
 Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea ! 
 [Kid Capri} 
 It's Kid
your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah

[Jay-Z]
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me
(Jay-Z:)
Yeah
Aight
(Mariah: We're gonna do it like this)
Let's go
Jigga
(Mariah:)
(Gimme your love, gimme your love)
(Gimme your love, gimme
Capri and Jay-z, it's kid Capri and Jay-z
'Cause I'm like that yo! 'cause I'm like that yo

As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist
Sold crack
Yeah, uh-huh, watch this y'all
Uhh, watch this y'all
C'mon, Jigga, watch this y'all
C'mon, Roc-A-Fella y'all.. 

It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, it's
the ambiance, y'all n****z just rhyme
By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?
Factions from
[Nas] Motherf***in Dre!
[Dre] AHHHHHHH!
[Nas] Wha**up my n****?
[Dre] Sup NAS?
[Nas] Chillin God
[Dre] N****z is up in here hittin some of this
bring in the coke by the boatloads
Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes
Follow no family rules, rules are for fools
Chase the paper cause
the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads
Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes
Follow no family rules, rules are for fools
Chase the paper
of disgust 
Hating but still trying to be like us

Verse One: Jay-Z

Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull
or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"

Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella
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
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
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
grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom,
leavin' out the stores with heavy bags
'Cause we poppin' tags, pimpin' we be poppin' tags!

We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be
levels rise and that J gets lit
Try on shoes that Jay Z fit
Fuck all that complacent shit
I'm just dropping crazy shit
Trying to outdo those fool who think
levels rise and that J gets lit
Try on shoes that Jay Z fit
Fuck all that complacent shit
I'm just dropping crazy shit
Trying to outdo those fool who think
philosopher
But I still know this is the life Baby Baby

[Jay-Z]
You gotta let this one breathe, just
Just let it breathe for a sec
Yup, Hovi's home
gettin slaughtered
How many times you had your homie shot
By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies block
Niggas get caught up in the paper
featuring Teflon and Jay Z 



Lil' Fame: 



Seventy five 

Raised on a strip called here brotha hill 

Where guns pop and cops get
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I don't fuck with
the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Ninety nine problems but