Lyrics:
take on a repeat
I die
Has that ended?
I die
Are you ended?
Take me to the
Crossroads
You crashed your car again, ripped your noze half off your head
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.b. You feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with
the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.b. You feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with
estate
My color scheme is ivy green
Any clue of my likely hue, for real it's Jay-Z blue, cool
But you do you and I do me my nigga
Brush iodine off my coca
of the castle
You about to be thrown off the throne and ripped a new asshole
All I hear is I'm the best at this and I'm best at that
But I don't hear my name,
on drop, give a fuck if with your mama
When it's on, it's on, pop you like a bottle of Patrón
Then lay back with a bitch, nigga this is westside Jay 3-0
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
hoe got me smiling she got me takin off her shoes
Second guessing from lessons she got me guessing her next move
Ayy, run it like sketchers you tryna
talk about it if you ain't live it
I'm from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas?
Where
and I can't take my foot off it
If I filled up my whole house with paintings
On my billionaire talk like I'm Jay Z
They would say that I'm borderline
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talking about
From New York to the South, take off your shoes when
why'all say the same shit like you're looped up
Your rap's all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorcese
What your album lack is more Jay-Z
Code name: Jay
why'all say the same shit like you're looped up
Your rap's all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorcese
What your album lack is more Jay-Z
Code name: Jay
Yeah
20
What’s up Cronic Beats
We got another heat rock on our hands
Got me in my Jay Z mode today
Yeah
What
It’s All Luv
A-Town
Its All Luv
You know what I don't understand?
You say you real but you go on the stand against your man's
You better change your plans better do the dirt by
plague of mine, failure
Brush that dirt off your shoulder
Brush that dirt off your shoulder
I'm just talking bout failure
Brush that dirt off your shoulder
Smiley? You can't see me
We creep up back of the alley
And beat they ass and take they cash
And then we stab, off in that Jag
I'm in, uh, celebrity crushes
used they powers as a hate tool
But I been out in my community tripling my earning
True colors show when you ducking from the fist
Hop up out your
girl when you are (i was just frontin')
I'm ready to stop when you are
Jay-z, marshall, kartel and pharrell pha-real
Roc-a-wear apparel for real
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse (yo left, right, left)
'Til I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse (yo left, right, left)
'Til I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel
Jay
Bro-brother Marquis
Bus-bust a rhyme
Extra extra, hear all the bad news
About the whacky-whack emcees and the ones like you
Because I've done
psychotic, when possess by bodies
Far from a crush, I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from
My head to my nuts
You got me sweatin' like
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