Lyrics:
trying to be like Boston Richey
I'm trying to go Jay-Z Diddy Baby on God
Aye what's the word I'm sick of these bitch ass niggas they act just like a hoe
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under
like god almighty
I don't know why but shawty still try me
Always one to fuck it up yeah I'm so sorry
And I'm by my Vlone no ASAP Bari
I was on my way
shit cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it
You wanna be Jay-Z? Nigga you just a fucking puppet
Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so bitch I had
baby, Class of two thousand and nineteen
And I ain't got no baby
Uh,
But I ain't throwing shade though
Couple of my niggas got kids
And it's okay yo
Uh,
a secret I can't tell it
Put these bars to your face like a football helmet
Jay Z Blueprint 2 I got Big dreams
Your favorite rappers nice but he aint
Look nigga
I hate to be the bearer of sick news, and
I know you never heard my name
But I'm AV, and your bitch choosin
Jay-Z. Rick Rubin
99 Problems,
the 2K3 they can't see me
We ABN out SUC
Bitch niggas better beat they feet
Ain't no way you finna fuck with me
Ain't no way you finna fuck with Boss
Ain't
Always got they hand out
That's constipation my nigga
You ain't got shit coming
(Jay-Z Words of Wisdom Interview)
OK money, power, respect
Bet I know all
I know, yeah
Live and dying in my hometown
Gotta rep the set, I gotta let these niggas know
The block I came up from ain't raised no hoe
In my
give names
If a real nigga cry then
It's real pain so on the real my nigga I
Don't feel ashamed ain't
No pussy in ma vains I'm a G with out
Me ya'll jus
wanna act tough cuz he buff
But you ain't bulletproof
I leave a missing tooth
Leave you body dead with no blood, dead, nigga thought it's read dead
Red
cowards die a thousand times
Written, mastered, produced by the same guy
I'm Dr Dre and Jay Z at the same time
Tell your girl to hurry and tell her bring
So I have no other choice but to do it my way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh) uh
While niggas are shootin' stupid
I'm carefully plottin' ways
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin' back!
Just handguns all white air ones,
Niggas talkin' one on ones ain't no fair ones,
You feel me son?
a nigga rapping but I'm still with it
I can't let em treat me like no mil Ticket
Hitting home runs roll Barry bonds
Pull up by myself aine scared of nun
number is 227
Let's get it
We game timing for these niggas
That be fake grinding
Got everything, hoes sell it
Ain't no brake lines
Baselining
killin' bitches too
911, can't even get to you
Ain't no way to slow me down, oh
They gon' have to take me out, oh
I'm way too paid like Jay-Z now, oh
And my
1 call me Ichigo
He caught in my genjustsu
I'm itachi
He think I love him
I use him for free habachi
Brown skin beauty
Big ass afro like I'm Foxy
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
show you right
Its all entertainment love ain't no profit tip
Y'all could sit chill and vibe or do the opposite
My lil mama told me
You need to show
I show you right
Its all entertainment love ain’t no profit tip
Y’all could sit chill and vibe or do the opposite
My lil’ mama told me
You need
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