Lyrics:
it out
You fuck with Jay-Z's bitch from back in the day
You might end up with reasonable doubt
You fuck with grimey bitches
Standing over you
me
Im tryna get a B like im Jay Z
A Beyonce a Billi like I'm Jay Z
Never stop grinding cuz I ain't lazy
I know it's my time, I ain't got a watch on
I
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
alright
How you do that thang mami when you get low
right below da palm trees, like a nympho
show me that you want me tryna get mo
Ima get you inta bed
that on my life
(Right)
Chorus
[Jay-Z], (Foxy Brown)
If I needed would you, give me your kidneys? (Uhh, uhh, fo' sho')
Catch a case you catch it
of the Barclay, next to Jay Z and Beyonce
All my dark days, are what made me, until we part ways, I'll go crazy
Like a lost mind, but I lost mine, when I lost time,
Whatcu crazy
Since a buck tooth baby
Doc is like straight "Fuck you! pay me" like Jay-Z
Lazy niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start
to the Grammy Awards, ha ha
You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You wouldn't get far, if you kept your
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
won't that be nice now?
Later on we can examine
Each other more closely
And by the way my name is Sophie"
The luau was sharp, right Jay?
(On the strength
say - oh
Hope he feel as strong as my pohah do
With you by my side its like I'm drunk off booze
If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind
shot and then we move
Took a trip right out to
Paris so I could
Kick it with the crew
Kanye, Jay-Z, YZ
We get the money get the loot
Need dolla, need
you right, right, right, right
Hey you
Sitting over there, girl, would you mind if I whisper something in your ear, girl
Get your weight up, get your
carrying these one's I want hundreds and all the fifties
To throw em in the air
And with a hustle like Jay Z
Mind on J. Cole
Ass on J-Lo
But the flows all me
temper
But I cannot fold when they send them
Denim, showing tonight like Jay Leno
Bitch I'm Heath Ledger so keep your J. Leto
Pot-head
Watch what you're
The newspaper heading read "Jay-Z breathes
80 degrees only thing to cool him off
Is a Malibu Bay Breeze"
Can't stop for the Feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
the greatest in the stress
anybody who can inspire my mind to be greater,
take a shot get me there poverty's the detonator
i'm not a hater more like
[Redman]
Whatcu crazy??!!?
Since a buck tooth baby, Doc
Is like straight fuck you pay me like Jay-Z
Lazzy Niggas complain
Doc load up
me the drop I'm coming slide
Niggas gangster on the gram but in real life them niggas hiding
And imma get back free lil' tweety if that Glock stay by
it by myself
Don’t care if I get signed
God is by my side
sit down this is our time
Annihilating with inspiration I create
incinerate your team serve
twitch off Jay Z
Ho's in animal skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt (woo)
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar
bodyguard
And they talkin' 'bout Jay-Z battlin' who on Verzuz?
Don't make me sound like Kirk Franklin usin' all them curses
"I will break your neck nigga,
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