Lyrics:
this shit is for you
Aye look
I’m going stupid full crazy
Surrounded by haters the niggas that make me
I’m stackin my money inspired by Jay Z
I’m on my
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
up little boy take your mittens off
Petes in your bed now and you lost your new girl so tell me ended up on top
You went from collabing with Jay z
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella
me
"You can love me or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"
I'm from
sitting in my cell
And I'm waiting on some mail from the prof
Hold your head up Cass don't stress, weight'll come off fast
Keep to yourself, Just try
pedophile because that shit is crazy (crazy)
You may have your opinions, entitled to your opinions (opinions, opinions)
But really am I supposed to go
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
times?
Or will they sweep me underneath for you to walk by
Cause I've been treated like some dirt, no straight lines
I've been the product, that's
still wanted more
Since Sedeck went back, came off wit a break
I blend so perfect, that you would want it for your mixtape
[beatbox]
[HOOK (variations)]
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
basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest
Queen
What’s hurting the most
Is that she ain’t ever heard this from me
Get the dirt off your shoulder
Get the dirt off your jeans
Why they got my baby
They say fame is like a drug
I hope you know your limit's
Know what you want
But don't sell your soul to get it
(Jay-Z Words of Wisdom Interview)
I
a Mercedes
Bumpin' that Jay-Z, niggas know they can't tame me
I'm from New York, so you know that I'm poppin' it
And if we got beef, we ain't squashin' it
You
DJ Clue
(Jay-Z)
New Shit
(Uh, huh, check it out now)
Road Dawgs
Amil, Eve, Da Brat
(Amillion, E-V-E)
Jay-Z
First Lady, check it out, uh yo
Don't
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
Jay dropped out, glock nine he rob now
Taking from the n****s that will never put the word out
N****s heard about him so they want him in the dirt now
them O'Jays was talkin' bout
Fake friends, yeah snakes in the grass
You think it's all love? no they really hate your ass
And they smile in your face
righteous, I spit it mathematically
You not good enough, get your mans to come battle me
I spit rounds off
I squeeze pounds off
You niggas hot, I'ma get
on the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life
In my grip I would never ever let you down
And when these
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
seen they jaw drop, like a bitch when I bust nuts (bah)
I'm goin' Ye crazy, how would you feel, nigga?
I'm closer to Jay-Z, nobody made me
I was
sitting in my cell
And I'm waiting on some mail from the prof
Hold your head up Cass don't stress, weight'll come off fast
Keep to yourself, Just try
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