Lyrics:
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
jak Ray Allen
To zawsze było motywacją jak Jay Z i Pharrell
Lat parę sprawdź gdzie jest mój ziom
Nuda na scenie nie kurwa nie wieje już nią
Chujowe rapy
from my sig
Leave a hole in you bigger than BIG
Nigga you dead, I know where Nori live
You live by Nori crib
You talkin' all that shit
Nigga you
with Jay Z
(up there with Jay Z)
So
Everyday i am perfecting my craft
Workin til late after im outta class
But today i am going nowhere fast
Yo, what up, it's your boy Dae-Dae
Yo, what up, it's RichboyRC and you're listening to Cartridge by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4evr: Deluxe
Dae-dae,
ain't by your side?
What's the point of getting rich if you dead when you die?
Let me tell you this, nobody survives (Nobody)
And I ain't gon' want this
the dream now
Nobel peace prize, jay z on speed dial
Its the substance within, not the colour of your skin
Are you the puppeteer or the puppet on the string
to the revolution to a six shooter
Fuck the President and fuck politics (fuck 'em, yeah)
I'm just a family man, former dope boy
So you know I ain't goin' for no
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
to fear
I, I, I am the president
I, I, the emperor
I, I, I am the king of the world
(Chorus):
The only good god is a dead god
The only god good for me
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
huh)
Zilly Z I'm from the FCT (uh huh)
With me President Zik (uh huh)
Repping AV down to BHP (uh huh)
Boy I'm G'd up from my head to my feet (uh huh)
Big
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
Like free two glocks
Koby hop out with Smitty
No jay gon face him with a drac'
Banana clip inside the K and bang this bitch in broad day
Niggas
prevail break out the fog
Post and rebound like a frog
Fuckin nuts what ive become
A psycopath I hit the bong
Roll out tear up your front yard
444 Jay Z
Jay-Z
They tried to give my autistic son medicine for ADHD
Same kid who could look at a piano and memorize all 88 keys
I learned everything I need
ICP and Esham wicked rappers delight 2015
Feinds of the wicked shit its time to get high
Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit by
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
ones by Jay Z and Rick Ross she
Did that song because she was asked and
Because "Kanye's a genius" She
Did "Bang Bang"
Because she "knew it would be big"
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
a fortune
Counting up dead presidents
Spending these corpses
I can't give up on the bag just like an orphan
God damn
Money only thing important
I need
go separately we’ll talk about both of these legends
The only 2 people who never hit a dead end
But the world had some critics and considered their
[Ja Rule]
The world's most dangerous DJ
Cluemanati!!!
Get ready Queens it's dat real shit
Holla
[Jay-Z]
Yeah yeah
Hovah Hovah
We takin ova
can't knock the hustle ba-by
E-ve-ry-day, You know you gotta hustle baby
("I'm A Hustler, I'm a-I'm Hustler, homie" - [Jay-Z])
You can't knock the hustle
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