Lyrics:
past us scoop up your daughter
She want to roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math
He won't blast 'til my stacks in order mang!
[Jay-Z]
...
Young Money wanna be
Young Money want me on his very next CD
And Jay Z, he gotta fan out 'cause of me and who I am
When my next album drops, album drops
Because we've seen The Blueprint
With Jay we've seen that you could come in
The game and do 10, 12
15 – still win and still be the
King of hip hop we have
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
my pockets'
Swole like Jay-Z top lip
'Til I got Jay-Z yacht-grip
I'mma pop shit like Pac did
With a big-ass Johnson I rock with
You hardly got
leave? Can I emcee? Can
I have two letters at least?
Can I have it down to z, down to a t
With recipe with the Ice T
With Jay-Z and Nas, maybe Pac
lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some JAY-Z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent so much
lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some JAY-Z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent so much
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
Feat. Jay-Z
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots
ciemnogrodu
Run run Coś mi mówi w duszy żebym biegł do przodu
Run run Nadszedł czas by zmierzyć się z tą setką schodów
Muzyka ma nas łączyć a nie dzielić bez
Mieć rap we krwi tak jak to ma Jay-Z
Nie mieć limitów jak Master P
I pewnie chciałbyś wejść na bit jak Cypress Hill
To nowy rok nowy rok nowe 3W
To nowy
(Rainbow-Flick, Jay-Jay, Okocha)
Z und Mert, wir sind Joga Bonito (links, rechts, Übersteiger, Pálinka)
Deutscher Rap ist und bleibt ein Hurensohn (fils de pute,
Like
Biggie, Pac, Big Pun Nas
Jay-Z, Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/
in a Mercedes
But that don't make your basic ass Beyonce or Jay-Z
What's happenin'? Obama 'bout to move out the White House
What's happenin'? Couple
to the Blue-ah-Print-ah tres piece, Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Rasclaat when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I could see the sky
track we makin' here some classic shit
Step up to the plate in the stu', I took a crack at it
Bambino of beats, the Barry Bonds of rap
Ice melting on my
czasach gdy rap jest produktem na sprzedaż
W czasach gdy rap niemal zniknął z ulic
Kilku MC's walczy o to by do końca się nie skurwił
W czasach gdy bębny
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
the J check out the A, check out the Y-Z
Original rap (uh), I'm makin it slap (yeah)
I'm hemmin it up like that
Stingin' it, strikin' it, swingin' it
sent
Here to give y'all the truth jAY-Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain't call me
JAY-Z, call me, ay bruh jAY-Z
I know you got killers
Please don't send 'em
comin', no I'm not Jay-Z
Too many n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me
This ain't a movie dog, nope, not Waist Deep
I'm not an actor, but I'll show
Ya'll can't really rap for shit
If your life depends on it
Quit biting styles bit by bit
Coz you really ain't that big
Ya'll can't really rap for
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
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