Lyrics:
ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra
JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't)
Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him
me crazy
i wanna have your baby
[Jay-z]
yeah bitch, i heard this all before
yeah bitch, i heard this all before
[Jay-z]
i thought you ain't like rap
you've been talking shit
Come round my ends
You might get chinned
I roam the streets of 83
While I'm toking weed
The gang and me
The Mafia
The family
My
a pre---nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with
with Jay-Z if he wasn't CEO?
Would you be with F-A-be-O if he drove a Neo?
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo?
Well why the hell you
town, that digs on me/
Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys
-???Yeah I???m up at Brooklyn, now I???m down in Tribeca/Right next to De Niro/But I???ll be hood
my credit 'cause no one's been checking me
Raised out in Queens guess I'm born to be royalty
Tracks like the 7 but this ain't no lucky streak
Ooh,
me
Raised out in queens guess I'm born to be royalty
Tracks like the 7 but this ain't no lucky streak
Ooh, Fuck I like bitches with pretty big
Boobs,
like fried wings and hot sauce
How you hard? The cops lettin' fifty shots off
Baby Jay-Z's with the knockoff Scott Storch beat
You are not Short, you
the peice and a bandana like hailey
Nigga talking shady, but he won't fade me
You need the work?
I got the keys like i'm jay-z yeah
Ay, yuh ay, yuh
I felt
Girlie o , Mo gbe o!
You're so amazing , you're so beauty , be my Beyoncé,
Goin be your Jay z oh
Babe tell me what I really don't know
Shey make I wait
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
shoulders off
Jay-Z R.I.P. the Pimp C
(Uncle Murder Rap)
[Chorus]
When the nigga see me, you know that I got it on me!
Either that Desert Eagle
I'm crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me
Shorty, I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
Justin Timberlake is just a new form of Michael
It's cold inspiration, that's the way it be
Without a Jay Z's are probably wouldn't be no Peas
So
two to the head
Knowledge me God, the s*** I'm bout to holler is hard
From start, this little n**** had a hell of a heart
His pops, bangin' that
me
And while you do Imma blaze a tree
And wonder if I am what I was
Raised to be
A top MC that's A to Z
I can kick it fast, but most times drop lazily
Jay Z on est scellé bébé
Et moi je vais pas te lâcher bébé car je me vois trop dans ta life
Dans quelques années tu me verras comme ta wifey yeah
Et si
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
was still violent
TIP was king of the south
Master P then YMCMB
Jay-Z was bringin' em out yeah
T.I. told me bring em out bring em out
Jay-Z told me
in that Mike shit
Always trying to bite shit
Do you even write shit
Ghetto rich like Jay Z
Hold up
Ghetto rich like Jay Z
Public school made me
Obama
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