Lyrics:
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
Yeah, yeah, ha
It's the Black Dante in your headphones
Speakerbox (freaky radio) freaky radio
(Everywhere on the dial) tell you a little bit about me
had to fight the power like the eyes of me. Memorised rhymmes but I kept loosin dem all, so I scribbled down on my mothas uterus wall.
So years went by
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
Chronic 1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
Up until the day the sun is you
You listening to hip-hop, you in Jay's house
Wayne's house, Nas' house
records. All you had to do was turn on the radio and you'd hear one of their records within the hour. And she says to him, very flatly, Can I see your
mistake, this shit is real
Boy, you should have known by now
Eazy-Duz-It enough to make a nigga go crazy
Sean Price, Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill is
Wanted to be Jay then K. West, wanna be
Star of the Roc, kid, you're not Sean Connery
But like The Rock I'm surrounded by watery flows
Still it really
To make me go blind
Even if he sat me down in the
Sun and gave me those eyes
Comprehend it well and I could smell
The soberness evaporating by it'self
He
Chevy Chase on vacation
Place your faith in this, Play me Avee, add bass to the mix
I serve Icebergs when I rhyme, you're just tasting the tip
Wait till I
wouldn't buss you in your mouf
You know you ghetto when you think you number one with the flow
And you shoutin' out yourself on the radio
You know you ghetto
to your men in the morgue
I'll be down South bendin' a whore, ten in the morn'
Dirty on 85 like Jay, Barnes, Sean Paul
Beef with New York rappers, I'm
of control) {"Ohh!"}
I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim
Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin
You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth
I'm
the door, what do you see?
[Tek] MS and Smokey Lah wit the twenty sack of weed
[Rock] Yo when you come to the door, what do you see?
[Ruck] Tall Sean wit my
the bailout, bitch
Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues
FF good, you know I'm reppin' crew on crews
Stack bills on bills 'til my backyards got
the motion
I like the rockin machine
I like to drive at 105
Better hurry up if you wanna catch me
Neon sign flashin by like something in your eye
Elvis
the right mori wa Xintima
Staliano in the north west a know Dealer
This a beat my my bigger nazee no Jay dealer
By the way we both jay dealers
The operation
know you can't replace this
Just be the Blue to my Jay
The way you got me feeling like I need some sexual healing
Wanna caress yo body slow
While I let
got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme
Manager said we ain't got time, but time to time
You gotta make time when it's time for karma to come back
(can't find you)
Mm, ohh, mm, oh, oh, oh, no, no, ooh, woah
Robert, Jay, and Joanne, my kids
What you hearin' out here about dad, guys I'm sorry for
hip-hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little Sha-tan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jacking
Rest in beats from Heavy D to Eazy E
The Notorious BIG, we have lost so many
Still wonder in my Adidas why
Jam Master Jay had to die and Lisa Left
Shock G lost words
Redrum B Brazy Mausberg
Big Syke Jam Master Jay
Mix Master Spade and Mca
Mr Cee Rappin Ron from the Bay
Cant mention the Yay
Without
that I started with nothin with all of this shit that I got
Got what you need
Bitch Im Sean Carter always got the rock
(What you mean)
We got pressure by
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