Lyrics:
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
about to teach
Versatile with a style that you just can't reach
Lesson number one first strike aim
You shouldn't do things to degrade my name
Your
about to teach
Versatile with a style that you just can't reach
Lesson number one first strike aim
You shouldn't do things to degrade my name
Your
time flow
I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.
My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please
Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees?
ain't had a break in a while
These days we have every reason to smile
I wear it like it's in style
And I ask why so serious
When you see me pass by your
about the shit i did
But I don't understand what I did wrong
I try to forget the past
But depression doesn't help at all
Baby I feel something for you
niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were bein' chased by Homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical an' it will never steer you wrong
An' all
ask about me homie I suggest you tell 'em this
I'm sucka duckin', I'm sucka free
You ain't a G, Don't fuck with me
You sucka niggas out of style G
to kick
Forget about the dick, get, turn a trick, then yell GERONIMO!
Suga Free, I keep it V.I.
If lovin the pimpin is wrong Pimpin, I don't wanna be right!
back oh
I wanna love you back
I wanna show you that
You've not made the wrong choice by loving me (By loving me)
By loving me oh (By loving me)
By
Going strong you belong with me it won't be long
They're wrong you belong with me it won't be long
Writing songs you belong with me it won't be long
Read all about it if you want to know
Read all about what they want you to know
Everything is God online, and it's as evil as it gets
This is
fuck a duck's arse
You don't want me to draw for the
Ting and make a boy run fast
Bust your head with a pint glass
About yeah I fucked man's arse
You
that I make, how the hell you going to hate
Acting like you don't feel me though
You Haters in denial, But on the Low you like my style
You Haters in
Fuck what you heard, anything you believe
If it's spread about swizz get your source from me
Tone level rise ima cut you off
Another feather thin
yeah, I feel crazy
(Tell 'em about it!)
Last year was a hard one, but life goes on
Bumpin' my head against the wall, learnin' right from wrong
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
so wrong
Ain’t ever talk about nothing I don’t know
I go long, prepped for the ride, jus hold on
Wooo!
What you thought it was, knock you off
Puff
don't move you can stop
You know I'm not made the fun of that
You 'll lose everything whatever you 've got
Cause I'd like to avenge you by my style
I'll
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
I don’t want to be alone,
Cos that’s just not my style
And I just want to let you know
This could be worth your while
Never seen the world like this
come wrong if you don't come strong,
You better catch wreck! mothafucker, I made the song.
Styles will vary, they won't carry over.
Don't fuck with no
But can you stand the crash test?
There's no vest or no way you can get suited up
For what's about to happen, you might as well get zooted
I heard that
know I coulda been stuck it to you
Nigga, I wasn't even think about fuckin' with you
But I bet now I know your man is thinkin' twice 'bout who to fuck
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