Lyrics:
No I'm not jay-z 50 or PDiddy
Nas or DMX or Brooklyn's own Biggie
I'm A dirty south soldier I
Hope y'all here me cause
(I'm so in love with new york
L.e.s. stand up
New York stand up
Uh yuh
M.i.yayo
New York
M.i.yayo
New York
M.i.yayo
Hey
You know how we do
L.e.s. stand up
Just came back from
york
To get me some new clothes
Get me some new gold
Get me some blue notes
Stack up the blue notes
I'm in a new mood
I'm in a new groove
OG
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
less
While you sleep sleep sleep
I'm inna Benz going beep beep beep
Got your girl sayin' yo who he
So let's ride to Rockland's party
[Jay-Z
With a new one, son
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I see you, Brooklyn, what it look like?
[Jay-z]
I'm right here, Fab, wavin' the flag, comin' from
If lyrics sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I want to rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I
(AAOOOWWWW!) it's so rock and roll
Jay skateboarder
I be the king of the Roc
There is none higher
Fuck 'Jay-Z' - y'all should call me sire
I won't
chase me a bag not consuming wrong foods
Y'all can sit and eat with Jay-Z. You gon' know exactly what
I'm talking about when those trumpet clouds ring
All
a lil' bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay-motherfuckin'-Z, and with
Jay
Bro-brother Marquis
Bus-bust a rhyme
Extra extra, hear all the bad news
About the whacky-whack emcees and the ones like you
Because I've done
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
Them niggas gotta hear what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, Lil' Z?
On your set with some real shit, nigga (I
the trophy
New York niggas heroes
Not some fuckin hoagies
Rolling stone gathers no moss
But I cannot accept menos
I grind and I don't stop
Drive robotic, I'm
hinten
Denn sie kennt den New York Times-Artikel
„Jewish Rapper Takes On Germany's Hip-Hop Scene“
Back from the death wie der Sensenmannrücken
Keine
hot, time to reach the top
The I-n-see got new york on lock
Let's hit the hot spot with foxy brown
Let's go with craig g, back to uptown
Nigga fucks wit
Persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like
those crazy Cuffies
Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's
You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie
Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
Fuckin'
New York wasn't Fabolous here
We Taking L's down to Madison Square
1 time for L'z Locked inside yeah
2 Times for Shmurda and GS9 Yeah
Bring it back
every day like Jay-Z
N****z would think I blew up my f***in' head and went crazy
If I put diamonds in my teeth like Baby
I wouldn't stand a chance
music
Was labeled Freak Out
In '66 The Fugs signed to New York label ESP
The same label put out a
Band called The Godz, with a 'Z'
The Godz accomplished
After the war I went back to New York
A-After the war I went back to New York
I finished up my studies and I practiced law
I practiced law, Burr
can't miss this on beat.
Me and Jay-z were cooler than ?
Seen an all world cover girl
Hey lady I'm sorry if you're in a rush
Don't let me hold ya
live from United States)
Brooklyn New York it's ya boy, Young
ਨੀਵਿਆਂ ਤੂੰ ਕੁੱਝ ਚਿਰ ਪਾ ਕੇ ਰੱਖ ਲੈ (The Neptunes is in the house)
ਪੱਲੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਮੁੱਖੜਾ ਲੁਕਾ ਕੇ
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