Lyrics:
Always got they hand out
That's constipation my nigga
You ain't got shit coming
(Jay-Z Words of Wisdom Interview)
OK money, power, respect
Bet I know all
Don't ask me for no motivation Cause I'll give you all
You my rider
You could never say I did you wrong
Ain't finna leave
I'm here for long
You know
mix it up
In the studio
Track after track
This ain't shit to us
They be working
But they ain't as hot
They can't get with us
We them niggas
And you not
give names
If a real nigga cry then
It's real pain so on the real my nigga I
Don't feel ashamed ain't
No pussy in ma vains I'm a G with out
Me ya'll jus
tickets but i ain't on tour
Seen 20 this year times that by four
Nigga i ain't writing this is from the head
Dolley on ma arm tek it copper in your head
16
house
Moms know a nigga kill
Go to my room, sleep off my high, and hit the door
Tellin' myself "I ain't smokin' weed no more"
But you know
Them lies
me, you walk and get lit
Get a pop for that talkin' that shit
Ain't no option, they all get a hit
Walkin' down, talkin' down, nigga, that's it
Started
So I have no other choice but to do it my way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Uh-huh, uh-huh) uh
While niggas are shootin' stupid
I'm carefully plottin' ways
A nigga shoot at me, so you know I'm shootin' back!
Just handguns all white air ones,
Niggas talkin' one on ones ain't no fair ones,
You feel me son?
Rocking Louis and Gucci, mix it
Make a movie with a video vixen
We shooting at niggas, we ain't doing no dissing
Fucking bitches, we ain't doing no
on the cover of a magazine
I'm the source, got the plug with the uncut
Jay-Z Blue Magic nigga, what what
Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
Nigga cocaine
glazing
You boys ain't phasing me don't know why they hate me
Gotta get the dirt up off my shoulder just like Jay Z
You gotta pay me even for my company
a nigga rapping but I'm still with it
I can't let em treat me like no mil Ticket
Hitting home runs roll Barry bonds
Pull up by myself aine scared of nun
niggaz is poor, out of time.
You running (yeah)
You niggas gunning like Gunna
Holding on that piece
But there ain’t been no peace
I’m like sheesh..
killin' bitches too
911, can't even get to you
Ain't no way to slow me down, oh
They gon' have to take me out, oh
I'm way too paid like Jay-Z now, oh
And my
this niggas poppin the (bleep)
It's all real
You know I ain't no approxamist
Stay in the mix like apopadoppolis
Get it
Who you die for
Get it
I just wish they knew
That when karma come around it don't leave no clues
While they gassed these niggas up like it's 10 on 2
I just labored on these
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
Patrick Star you ain't rocking it (No)
Boy I been a Christian, you ain't rocking it (No)
Keep a Smith and Wesson but ain't locking it (Ah)
Uh, I give
no mo
I see a person drowning in fear
Of how she appears
Surrounded by peers
Who doubt her for years
Worried bout her career
Eyes clouded with tears
no
Shit if Big Pimpin
Is a sin then I rather not repent (preach)
Girl on the phone
You know I need my master back
Like Jay Z first album
Okay I got
the street, I'm ringing jay z
I been used to dat
Ain't no going back
Reloaded up my strap
And then I went and left the map
Remember wearing gap
I wasted half
the corners filled with sorrow
All the streets are filled with pain
Around my way
People let me paint a picture
You know I ain't a Christian
I ain't a Muslim,
stopped rappin, it aint no westcoast thug
just westcoast wut? to my real niggas stuck in da street game
Cause rappers like Jay Z, be pumpin Kool-Aid
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