Lyrics:
Uh-huh uh-huh, jigga what
Uh-huh uh-huh, jigga who
Uh-huh uh-huh, jigga what
Uh-huh uh-huh, jigga who
Uh-huh uh-huh, jigga what
You gon' need
bitch and turned it to his new bitch (haha)
I'm stupid, but I won't get my drama on
What I'm dealin' with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally
Yea, Yea, Yea
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some
going on, no more head assery
Goals to obtain look like the path to a Jay-Z, Quincy Jones, Jay Elec, a Ye,
Or a Master P
What they have in common at this
If lyrics sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I want to rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I
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
feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you
I just wanna chill with my baby
I don't like it when she going crazy
Without a queen you can never be a king
Watch the throne like my name Jay-z
When
that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!
(music drops in)
[Jay-Z]
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right? I know
I know what y'all niggaz asking
lettuce and tomato in and mashed potato.
Yes. Served by either Jay Z or ELO orchestra.
And what else.
Yes. No, a turkey burger with two masks and uh
bitch and turned it to his new bitch (haha)
I'm stupid, but I won't get my drama on
What I'm dealin' with is too real for me to comment on
Jay finally
They say fame is like a drug
I hope you know your limit's
Know what you want
But don't sell your soul to get it
(Jay-Z Words of Wisdom Interview)
I
got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
Jay-Z taught me money ain't
Eminem ??? ???My Name Is???
- ???Hi, my name is/What?/My name is/Who?/jigga jigga Slim Shady
Missy Elliot ??? ???Work It???
- ???Is it worth it,
let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me (baow)
What up, homie?
Even bitches who don't know me, they wana blow me
'Cause
"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z
[Verse 1:]
I'm on fire survival, admire you liar
Who hire, new tires, flew by you
New buyer, Brunier, the new sire
Each line, I
Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the Colt
Andrew Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my
time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, it's time to build
It's time to build, this is time to build
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Yeah, fresh
you beefing with lil Jay and expect not to die by gun
My patna come through tripping marching band you know we got the drums
Spinning on they block back
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
the finger waves, work it, JT
Handle bars like a fade, watch me work it, JT
I'm at large, running plays like a circuit, JT
I'm selling verses, Jay Z, watch
down priorities are all over the place and shit
Stress levels rise and that J gets lit
Try on shoes that Jay Z fit
Fuck all that complacent shit
I'm
Fuck Jay Z, he's broke and I smoke daily
Baby, let's be friends
Friends, where's my niggas' at, come on y'all
No need to front, let's be friends
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