Lyrics:
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all, but none of y'all
Is
and carried away
Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars:
50, umm Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies,
smoke bitches say i'm too high
Living the life of Biggie and 2Pac
Nigga you know who shot
The day Jay Z go broke nigga when Snupe stop
That will be never
leaking
Aight, back to my man Jay-Z here
(Jay-Z) as soon as I grab it
I eat it up like a savage
And no I don't have it
I get it together like a marriage
cooking it right
Whole team of vets ain’t no rookies in sight
You niggas lose track when it’s pussy insight
I just sit back and I laugh while I ride
off like Jay Z
Shoot shit like Kobe
Niggas sneak dissin', don't know me
Then come around and try to bro me
Won't never tell you what I think
Always
Chorus: 2xs
[Jay-Z] (Amil)
Where my hoes in this house who
Hold they niggas down who
Roll hard, why'all my road dawgs
(Hey)
Where my ladies in this
a bad bitch run, uh
I just bought a new AP (AP)
'Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah)
Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo)
Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag)
Haters nigga, Sqad Up nigga
Fuck JAY-Z, nah my nigga, I
Fucks wit' JAY-Z, sorry
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck JAY-Z, no no no, I
Fucks wit'
He aint punching in no clock he on the block but he had clocked out
Nigga say he want smoke , then i bring them glocks out
My lil Potna down the road
these hoes
I'm worth 20 mil nigga, got 100 to go
If it was 5, it's half, it's bigger than O
I been a partner with LA Reid and Jay Z
I'm still hangin'
the jays and the nikes but you see im daddy Z im Daddy Zemus (yeah)
My day 1 niggas dont rap no more... whole crew fell off no choice had to go solo...
Got
speak, motherfucker, what you won't say
I ain't Jay-Z, I don't need Beyonce
But if a bitch get a ring, she Fiancé
Gangsta party, yes, I wan play
From
4ckn life on
I ain't freestyle and my style ain't free
Money all i need. Bitches free me
Money anything. Bitches ain't shit
Suck a nigga'z dick. Suck 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
[Shaq]
Believe it or not I love all playa hatas (bring it)
Ha ha ha ha
'Cause ain't no love lost here baby
Say what you gotta say
rolling with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Everybody's like, "He's no item! Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!"
Now she don't like him, she
[Jay-Z]
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
with three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so
[Jay-Z:]
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
with three of the illest niggas together
Street music
the narrative
Fuck with they mind, I don't get out of character, uh
Wait, I be heatin' up, I gotta reload
Hatin' ass nigga, he ain't fuckin' with my ego
rappin', got rich, now I'm tryna get him home
Yeah, somebody tell Meek and Jay-Z help me go get my cousin
Ain't got time to play with this shit
Don't play
calling me BIG
And my name is Jay-Z
She be all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking over your bitch
Coming over your shit, got my feet up on you sofa, man
man
(Lost, lost)
Lost a lot of friends
A lot of souls are gone
Took my nigga life
Right at the corner store
Jay can never Z
He gotta watch the throne
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
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