Lyrics:
I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
it
Rap like jay z
Just to see you naked
Body language
Body flaming
Girl yo body fire
Lava lava
Wallah wallah
Got that magic nana
Oochie wallie
Feel
guilty
[Jay-Z]
I see how you comin at me now, I'm cool
I'm not the snitch I don't go to the cops to get rich
... I go to the block and pitch
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
Don't have to worry if you do Sauce correct
I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't even sweat that
[Jay-Z]
Uh, dime pieces I'm hittin'
steal her cell
Then call up Affion
He impersonates Jay well
Get Beyoncé on the line
Then make up some bogus shit, like
"You don't rub the back of my knees
can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle
can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped
So you can hook and sling and slip
comin' after white people, Oprah?
It's like your new hustle fuckin' your own people over
You know exactly what you doin', don't act dumb, bitch
You out
Broke bitches, your attention don't pay me
Hellcat, powerglide, no Swae Lee
All these diamonds Roc Nation, like Jay-Z
Bitch, you know the game like I'm
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
contact with bitches, you know I cut all my ties
I'm just collecting my riches, I need you by my side
So let's run up them digits, all truth and no lies
I
(Bitch)
Sippin' on bottles, flyin' high on planes
Gotta lotta bad women, I don't even know their names
Toppers and tats, you know I got flame
When I pull
I'm not in a hurry
Take your time
Cause it's my rhyme, I siggeda-said
So, and I'm J-A-Y-Z, y'all know me
I wish you co-write
Cause you'd pay me all
say a thing yeah you know I'm still silent
Job not done so I don't get excited
Woke up on some demon stuff yeah I chose violence
They be showing hate
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
No, we don't gangbang, it's just a crew thing
So you know that I'ma always be down
(With who?)
With the muthafuckin V-Town
V-Town, V-Town
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my
have
A moment and they don’t own it
You know
It’s so funny when people compliment me
And they say the word
Genius, and somehow that like, separates me
the West to the Chi
I keep it all hood till the day that I die
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + {Jay-Z}]
1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record
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