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Meltdown

Missy Elliott

The Cookbook

2005

is cla-hassic yeah oohhh

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

I could play Janet and you could play J.D.
If you like Beyonce you could play Jay-Z
Check for

to Seoul, it's AO to the MG
Jay And Cha Cha to Malone
Bump this in yo stereo or on your mobile phone
Don't got time for child's play 'cause all of us our

Goes By Puffin On La Hopin That It Get Me High
Gotta A Nigga Feelin Crazy, I Feel Crazy….Yea,




2nd Verse:(YNM M.O.E.)
I Put That Za In My Body That

a bottle

Vibing to Bladee, while you listening to Shady
Or maybe Jay-Z?, this shit is so hazy
Bitch, why is you so lazy?
This shit too trash for

Eripe jakbym się dwoił w oczach
Za dobry na jedno imię Jay-Jay Okocha
Jak zostawię rap na zawsze
Wielu pewnie klaskać zacznie
Ja chcę by po tym finale

Cause ya boy fucked-up like Jay to the Z,
Fuck fits(z), I'll throw a 50 round drum tantrum
Used to get a 20 for a verse, then I started
Spendin hunnids in

What's That All About

Slum Village

Trinity (Past, Present and Future)

2002

back to the Brooklyn Bridge
Black bats and as the crime rhyme spray in my max
Spendin my wax
I'm Feelin' one time
Blow your mind, shine, blind all

Tryna fuck wit me but you on a waitlist

Hating, hating why these bitches they be hatin
They was gon talk all they shit but in
Irl it ain't really gonna

faster
Than Steven King, I repeatedly beat bastards
The pops for result of havin a meet in maggots
When I see faggots, put three in they fleece jackets
You

smoke, you a bitch you cough
Cage up a beast, ha I say what they need
Put a phrase in a key
Yeah I came just to eat I filet any beat
Grab a page fill

bands
I had to bust it down like I
Put the diamonds in the face
What about when I was eight years old?
Me and Monny have a place
And they took my dawg
Jay

Em is the G.O.A.T, G.O.D. them says dump him also Jay-z
And basically every OG MC
I say pump them so they be, scared of me
Jump them so they be,

trying go big rock like Jay z uh
Cho is that ya name I don't go by that nah
Even though I want a 100 by the day uh huh
Baby I just wanna give you rings uh

that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded!
(music drops in)

[Jay-Z]
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right?  I know
I know what y'all niggaz asking

I'm judging by faces
My glockie a rican
It turn you too pasta
Broom with a beam
Make em dance like a salsa
(mumbling)
Feel like I'm OJ
Skrt' off in

finished talkin 'bout it
Till ya top gone nigga
Dissin my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son
Yo that's why I carry hot guns i'm on a
Beach in LA fuckin' fly

brazy
Hotter than AZ
Look like a nigga was raised by Jay-Z
They gotta listen
Eyes is amazement
Coming out for me
They just wanna date me
But they don’t

think I’m stuck at the bottom
But can you save me?
You my lemonade call me jay z
You the only one I fucked and wasn’t swayze
When I first cuffed friends

Yeah
They took my So Gone Challenge off of Twitter so
I figured I'd make this
Also my bad JAY
Yeah
So gone, but is it too late?
You're wrong if you

pall-bearers.||What I do on your grave won't pass for flowers either|Now mill ray and Jay-z you haven't heard of rap till you heard it from me.|I'm the baddest rapper

Let Dem Guns Blam

Meek Mill

Triple F Life: Friends, Fans & Family

2012

my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer

Jigga My Nigga

Ruff Ryders

Ryde or Die, Vol. 1

1999

bitches better get it right (yeah)

From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass

think of me when you think
Of jay-z think of kiss
Fif' or Em when you think
Of them think of this
I'm ma bout to go pick
Up this little stinky bitch

Z3phyr pourin up the mix
That I'm whipping in your mind

Bitch I'm high up in the clouds
Like Im appa
Flying away
Im a air bender
If you want the smoke