Lyrics:
and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarella
I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no
get off my dick
I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks
The world's most dangerous clique R-O-C mind right, bitch
I got my mind right, money
get off my dick
I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks
The world's most dangerous clique R-O-C mind right, bitch
I got my mind right, money
I'm rollin with Roc-a-Fella man
Cause they got money man, heh heh
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah
Yeah, Stevie J nigga
here
To give y’all the truth
Jay Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain’t calling me! Jay
Z, call me! Aye, bruh, I
Know you got killers
Please don’t send them
are-O-see
We got another one
(They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!)
[Verse Four - Jay-Z]
Now its no turnin back, its like a gat
Once you pull it dog you
Fuck with me Squigly lines an I.V's.
Uncle Same told me Flocka Murder this MothaFucka!
Yo roc dig a hole for these mothafucka's!
Let me brush my
freshman of the Roc
With the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs to brawl
Forget your squad, better fend for yourself
Have you screamin' out four
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
freshman of the Roc
With the beef in the pot, Jay sent for his dogs to brawl
Forget your squad, better fend for yourself
Have you screamin' out four
but to make it fair, get some more niggas
Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggas (aight?)
Y'all niggas best to stop playin'
It'll be
but to make it fair, get some more niggas
Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggas (aight?)
Y'all niggas best to stop playin'
It'll be
His record label Roc-A-Fella (Roc-A-Fella)
One million, two million, three million, four
Rapper, businessman, hustler jay-Z, the
Son of Marcy
Has seen
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
and made it bright
What's all the hype
I'm thirty four my pops died thirty five
And I don't know why
But this wasn't supposed to be my freaking life
Do what
it everytime baby
Don't try to play me, I Roc-a-Fella like Jay-Z, what..
"Maintain, few remain in the game
So I remain focused and pop's
Yeah
Uh uh uh-uh, boom boom boom
D-R-E
Say it with me niggaz, boom boom
And Jay-Z
Boom boom boom boom
What the fuck?
Boom boom boom boom
Yeah!
Uh uhh uh-uhh, boom boom boom
D-R-E!
Say it with me niggaz, boom boom
And Jay-Z!
Boom boom boom boom
What the fuck?!
Boom boom boom boom
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes
With the top down screamin out
Money ain't a thang
[Jay Z]
Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings
With
Or haunted doll beside a dresser
Dress myself up for success before I treat the Don as lesser
(Ha)
(Ace Illamatic)
(Shout out C.h.o.z)
Ay yo
Known to Roc Da
for Hova to die, before he see JAY
On my way to platinum, hata who gonna stop me?
I got the cops locked, who gone lock me?!
I got the block lock, eye
all day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
This is for my dice shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I
Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show
My dough flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z the icon, baby, you like Dom?
Maybe this Cristals'll change
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