Lyrics:
mothers hamper
cops drop when my glock makes the pow sound
im from a wild town u know my style clown so bow down
word up.. 95 style.. i got my man Jay-Z
'bout a wedding
I'm from Jamaica, she's from Pakistan
The way your father said no
You'd fink it was 7ram
What happened to the words of Rasulullah?
Peace
straight, turn this gas into a Nova
My ears keep ringin' like a fuckin' Motorola
Invested in my time like a damn stockholder
Jay-Z money got the dirt from
I'm going crazy
They said that I'm not changing
I came from the block to blueprint
I know it like I'm Jay Z
I came from the mud
J's in the mud
This next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
And all the whack people who like and buy their whack music
I think you crazy if you like Jay-z
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
I cut you off
Pickin that gang green your man seen how I get ignorant
By losin my spleen the truth of the seen as soon as my team
Get on we rule
me
Navy, downloaded by the tidals like Jay-Z
That's a roll offshore like an A.P
Davy, Jones' locker on top of those hoppers off the side of the ship
estate
My color scheme is ivy green
Any clue of my likely hue, for real it's Jay-Z blue, cool
But you do you and I do me my nigga
Brush iodine off my coca
on drop, give a fuck if with your mama
When it's on, it's on, pop you like a bottle of Patrón
Then lay back with a bitch, nigga this is westside Jay 3-0
hoe got me smiling she got me takin off her shoes
Second guessing from lessons she got me guessing her next move
Ayy, run it like sketchers you tryna
and I can't take my foot off it
If I filled up my whole house with paintings
On my billionaire talk like I'm Jay Z
They would say that I'm borderline
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talking about
From New York to the South, take off your shoes when
Yeah
20
What’s up Cronic Beats
We got another heat rock on our hands
Got me in my Jay Z mode today
Yeah
What
It’s All Luv
A-Town
Its All Luv
girl when you are (i was just frontin')
I'm ready to stop when you are
Jay-z, marshall, kartel and pharrell pha-real
Roc-a-wear apparel for real
Smiley? You can't see me
We creep up back of the alley
And beat they ass and take they cash
And then we stab, off in that Jag
I'm in, uh, celebrity crushes
used they powers as a hate tool
But I been out in my community tripling my earning
True colors show when you ducking from the fist
Hop up out your
psychotic, when possess by bodies
Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from
My head to my nuts
You got me sweatin' like
slapped
Put your life on pause
Try press play
From a q
To a half
A z
To a 2z
I be breaking it down like a sensei
Awc
Anything can go
I dare you try eating
here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
50, um, Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners
[Intro: girl (RZA)]
David, David, David, David, David Banner
(2008, get that cake,
Bodododo, yo, yo)
[Chorus: x2 Jay-Z sample from "Dirt Off
ain't legit
But that's okay just go admit it
Don't try saying that it's real
How u spinning off a lease
Acting like it was a steal, unless it's stolen
I
your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick
the turf, yet in every verse you
claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness
to your fuckin work, so ya never had no buiness, so
save the drama
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