Lyrics:
real niggas stuck in the street game
'Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass
real niggas stuck in the street game
'Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass
"Aloha baby, word life
You're looking fly"
I said "My name is Jaz, and you did amaze me"
When she said "The rapper?" "yeah
Me and partner Jay-Z"
My
can't stop
Yeah the girls are in the back blastin' that good ol hip-hop
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope
do...
This is my life
Born in the home of hip-hop
Not too far from Jay-Z
What can I do about it?
This the culture that raised me
As history repeats
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
mad as shit
Like JAY doin' what with who? I'm with Kaepernick
He in it for the money, JAY ain't in it to help out
Let's see what the plan is before
diamonds in his wristal
Sell fish scale, y'all niggaz love this style
Wannabe players, Jay-Z's offic-ial
Been through out, I could tell you what to do
leaves, when I work for cheap
Burn my AC up, foreign chick, forgot who Jay Z was
Ladies love em like he cool James
Big body, when I role through
ball like a baby
Ball like J, but not Jay as in
Jay-Z, J as in Leno
'Cause I got a huge mansion
No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon
Too
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
is fuckin' crazy
Poppin' like Jay-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest and bitch I've been ready to kill it, it's so
Welcome to Jay-Z's poetry reading
Art, who goes there?
Do this, do this
It was the winter, it was cold
It was the cold winter
Welcome ladies
Philly
R kelly is a child molester
Who had beef with Jay-Z
Shit it makes sense why he
Wanted all those Young Gunz
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it
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
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
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
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/
embarrassin' yourself when you in a public settin', Ye
Now I see why Jay Z ain't go to your weddin', Ye (I see why)
And you got lipo, what's next, Ye, ass
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
Don't believe in the z's imma leo not A cancer
Tried to up bullets make him a dancer
People be buggin violence is the Answer
Tori diss I dont care what my
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
Cause nobody's watching you
Like Queen Latifah's talk show
And as far as being just another rapper
That's over
I'm the Jewish Jay-Z, the Hebrew Hova
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
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