Lyrics:
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
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
Addicted to sex, I'm getting this money, Addicted to checks
My nut in her tummy, she give the best neck She said Jay please fuck me, I'm
it's like that, and that's the way it is
Because it's like
Check this out
Run DMC and Jam Master Jay, run
It's Run DMC and Jam Master Jay, run
Wayne or even Jay Z aye
I been livin livin
I been drippin drippin
Call me Zephyrhills aye
Tryna get my bills paid
Yeah i got the water
Sumn like
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
Before time in the AD, I was completely crazy
I'm not Jay-Z nor am I Slim Shady
She is my baby, we getting bigger lately
Mistakenly, mistaken, not
Aye, aye look, look
Catch me by 10 months i'm walking
In this bitch with a million
Bout 10 cuban links
Its gone be hard for you to blink
Cuz imma be
I'm the rapper of the year and this the year of the rap
And I'm never drinkin' beer, it's champagne at the tap
And I'm cold makin' money on a regular
now and later and sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I'm missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they
it's like that, and that's the way it is
Because it's like
Check this out
Run DMC and Jam Master Jay, run
It's Run DMC and Jam Master Jay, run
See, I'ma get this money
Rich everywhere and however it goes
And let me tell you something
If you owe me money
Might as well owe the double yo so see
Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
How could you play me
Huh
Real gangster bitch can't be no lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But how could you blame me
Woo
your paper together, get this shit fixed
Remixed the management team and tried it ourself
Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf
Fuck it,
center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from
make men into boys
I destroy your whole family tree
Chop it down
Hip-hop is longer now in this repertoire
Get your wardrobe torn out your closet
Walls
they switch sides
And do dumb shit when they get high
Cross me, it won't get by
Try to play it cool, and you'll get fried
All the real niggas on this
{You know you ought to, slow down..}
"Nine to five is how you survive, I ain't tryin to survive" -> Jay-Z
{You know you ought to, slow down..}
"What
kept it G and you just kept up a image
I need a pound I’mma smoke like a chimney
Get to the money let the fuck niggas envy
I’ll put some bread in yo head
Making money on the daily
Boss man, you know he better pay me
Some say that I may be crazy
But I say, I kinda look like Jay-Z
They say I look like
by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But
This next song is dedicated to all whack rappers
And all the whack people who like and buy their whack music
I think you crazy if you like Jay-z
this shit can get scary
I'm known, can't none of this is gon' worry us
The cars material, money deteriorate
Bitches gon' vanish and fame illuminate
I
like people say
Making sure I'm a legend like Jay Z Aye
I be dropping my album called Eighty Eight
Nigga money be flying like superman
Yeah
I'm living
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