Lyrics:
but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it
Who am I?
JAY-Z motherfucker
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE motherfucker
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Put Christopher Reeves on a unicycle with a kickstand
Kick it up and push him and lead him right into quicksand
Here, you need a hand, big man? Grab
like Nas
Oochie bang bang
Shake it shake it
Rap like jay z
Just to see you naked
Rocafella Get a diamond
Do the dash like Damon
Rock yo body
Skate on ice
fucking hands up
If your a singer or a poet put your fucking hands up
No one understands us thats why we express it through the music
I appreciate all
You wouldn't get far *** them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up, ladies
You wouldn't get far if you kept your legs closed
It would be
hands up
It's a standing ovation
Ovation we need ovation
Put ya hands up
It's a standing ovation
Say you want change
Well this a demonstration
Put
playing Jay Z, I been rollin doja
Thought I told ya, I might pop the rose, I been bumpin rozay,
I need maybachs for my music, she might relapse when we do
Genius like Kanye
I'm smart but I'll never turn crazy
Need a bad bitch
Look like Beyoncé
Making music
I can be ya Jay Z
At the top they say it gets
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I don't fuck with
put out cla**ics
We turn b****es out, take turns in that b**** mouth
Carve n****z up, show n****z what it's all about
It's Us, the best of Queens,
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
past us scoop up your daughter
She want to roll wit' a thug that rap, you do the math
He won't blast 'til my stacks in order mang!
[Jay-Z]
...
a lil' bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay-motherfuckin'-Z, and with
try to play me (to play me)
Lil' shawty know a nigga from BK (BK)
But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)
Nothin' but love from my heart (love
it make nigga?
Just listen to the tape nigga (c'mon)
[Chorus]
Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh)
Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip
God)
and all the rap rumors and innuendos
I bring it to you live
lift up ya windows
Let tha public peek in, see your dirty laundry
ya'll dont want me
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
LOU-OH-UD! OH!
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (make it real loud)
Put your
just to be the undisputed again
Do whatever I gotta do just to win
'Cause I got this motherfucking cloud over my head
Crown around it, thorns on it
good
I'll split ya, ditch ya
Gotta put ya in my hall of flames
And damn, it's shame
Listen up tight you can hear the storm, it's a hurricane
Bone,
make it, your father
He shows up shortly
But when thangs ain't right
They play the role like they don't know me
But when you play me like that ya see
I
Yeah
Uh uh uh-uh, boom boom boom
D-R-E
Say it with me niggaz, boom boom
And Jay-Z
Boom boom boom boom
What the fuck?
Boom boom boom boom
Yeah!
Uh uhh uh-uhh, boom boom boom
D-R-E!
Say it with me niggaz, boom boom
And Jay-Z!
Boom boom boom boom
What the fuck?!
Boom boom boom boom
money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z
20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
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