Lyrics:
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needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
And now when you smirk you look like Jay Z's shirt
Sippin on turf
Give them hard taking tampons
Shot of patron and don
The ones trained get ran on my
I know it's antiquated so sometimes I get aggressive
Thank God For Jay Electra, he down with the mission
Did it with with no permission, on our own
The book don't end with Malachi
Devil will win employee of the month by the dozen
'Til one score and three years from the third when he doesn't
My village
Man, the empire is falling down
What about all the Lil Jay-Z's?
What about all the Lil Biggies?
What about all of the free CDs bumping
And all
and Jay-z
Rakim and eric B
Slim shady
Biz markie
And weezy
Make this shit look easy
Still not a clone, im gonna be known
As a goat, one who’ll uphold the soul
riding dirty in the Hyundai
Through the PJs now it’s PJs with Kanye
Now I see style in Paris
With Jay-Z and Beyonce
Hoping one day I would meet my fiancee
goodbyes
You said you want an empire like Beyoncé
And I could be Jay Z
And I think that you want me
But I could be crazy
And I got all these girls on me
But
Mayonaise
I got some kinda fever
It's the kind with haze
Hazy, lazy
Jay-Z, Jay-Z!
Crazy, crazy!
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my
shot and then we move
Took a trip right out to
Paris so I could
Kick it with the crew
Kanye, Jay-Z, YZ
We get the money get the loot
Need dolla, need
When I’m in school I am never too loud yeah
Tryna get fit when shawtys all around
And I tryna get rich like Jay-z and the nation
And I wanna fly to space
Yo, what up, it's your boy Dae-Dae
Yo, what up, it's RichboyRC and you're listening to Cartridge by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4evr: Deluxe
Dae-dae,
there till the wake
Don't fall for a stunt or a chef with no cake
Ball for my runts pool side by the lake
That devil shit real and its hard to escape
ain't got the patience yet
To deal with the truth because the truth is sickening
So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen
I'm sure the devil's got him
moja dewiza 'do dna'
Wielki jak bizon kombajn kolejny epizod lotra
Jak ejcz tu de izzo H to de Izzo Jay-Z gram bo ulice patrza
Ci co robia chlam tu widze
sup-relaks kilka chwil
Ufam bitom, z tą techniką
Dla mnie Jim Beam plus Cherry Coke
Z moją kilką, kumasz?
Kolejna błękitna laguna, wszystko tu masz
Więc po co
Ain't no one stopping me Jay Laroy bussing,
I'm hotter than summer I am what u wasn't,
The shit that thinking a hit imma flush it,
I do what do
the dinner with jay-z make the transition
They red line us, so property declines if you live by blacks
They depress the asset and take the property back
It's
simple and plain
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
Is fuckin' crazy poppin' like JAY-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest
like I'm Jay-Z
Hands in pockets in the Brooklands don't blame me
Can't knock the hustle then blew 'em out of his KD's
Sounded like a M80, no,
live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down
thought I was dumb or crazy
Or both
With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z
I slumped, in my chair and my grades
My head wasn't raised
Being fly was
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