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Beef

Pete Rock

Soul Survivor II

2004

the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay back
Hold up, now roll up, yo where them niggaz at?
I know one of them cats from the projects with Jay

We're Back

Eminem

Eminem Presents: The Re-Up

2006

Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They'll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie

(Hit-Boy)
(G. Ry got me)

Look, fuck rap, I'm a street legend
Block love me with a deep reverence
I was birthed in a C-section
Hella cops

Sean sent the beat I know it's cray
Used to hit my phone I had to stop,
Really like that
Started in the DM's we don't text,
We don't write back

tired of the cold book a flight
Sean Paul bae just give me the light
I stay hidden I stay outta sight
On coming traffic, my future too bright
Know we stay

comes to sleepers but a dream
So I'm on my Method Man shit about my cream
You know what I mean
Business proposing
Weather from by the ocean
Your team

on the road
(Yaaw)
Don't u get merked like Treyvon thoughts so dark that I look like Akon
I do not sing like Jay Sean hit em wit a ting makem run like Saquon

Too Fresh like a nigga still in the wrapper
I’m the shit like a nigga still in a pamper
Hit a booth
Kill a track then we light candles
187 everytime I

good brain, lockjaw
Might hit that AK, southpaw
It's gon' check his temp' like Sean Paul
These niggas be cops like Paul Blart
Good gas, got deals like

My Flag/Da Homies

Mitchy Slick

The Documentary 2.5

2015

on drop, give a fuck if with your mama
When it's on, it's on, pop you like a bottle of Patrón
Then lay back with a bitch, nigga this is westside Jay 3-0

weed
Somebody pass the light
Baby just hit the jay
It’s gonna be alright 

And you don’t gotta leave 
You see it’s dark outside 
Baby I’m begging please

Marvin & Chardonnay

Kanye West

Finally Famous [Deluxe Edition]

2011

Yea
You a nigga don't really wanna take his cool off, ugh
(Big Sean) Boi, Do It
Let's go

Early in the mornin' (mornin')
When she's all alone

commercially and hit
The homie Jay Foli saw the vision so clear
Jeremy, Miss Nine, Vision those years
Caroline, Norcus, Brown, Berry n black
Dr Calby, Jay

You're my favorite

I treat my penthouse like basements, yeah
I treat a bad bitch like she basic, ah yeah
I hit three hundred hoes way before I

Blue Jay
Talkin' to me like they really wan' be on my side
But do they?
Got a VV wrapping all my bands
And 'em bills all got a blueface
Flyin high, with

Simmons Incorporated

Run-D.M.C.

Crown Royal

1999

{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}

(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,

Hit my
Yeah
Hit my
Yeah
Hit my
Yeah
Hit my
Hit my
Hit my
Yeah
Hit my
Yeah
Hit my
Yeah
Hit my
Hit my
Hit my barber told him get me right
Yo that's my

motherfucker who had hit him
He wrote up a quick hymn' poetry in motion;
Flows, he was speeding; nobody could slow him!

The Jay-Lee EP's coming swiftly -
Drop

Walking in the club off a drink or two
Stepping in the spot and I see my view
Light skin lil baddie wit a friends and a few
I just wanna vibe wanna

motherfucker who had hit him
He wrote up a quick hymn' poetry in motion
Flows, he was speeding; nobody could slow him!
The Jay-Lee EP's coming swiftly
Drop it;

know the most high
Tot I told ya
Everybody throw your hands up
To the most high
Ride or Die
The Code We Live By
Follow the Leader
Lighting up
Light

bouncing on a scraping plate

*DJ Screw scratching...*

[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come

bouncing on a scraping plate

*DJ Screw scratching...*

[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come

drop a vid it's going to hit by the third day
You ain't know bout the kid take a survey
Jay the celeb January my birthdate
You ain't know bout the kid