Lyrics:
leave? Can I emcee? Can
I have two letters at least?
Can I have it down to z, down to a t
With recipe with the Ice T
With Jay-Z and Nas, maybe Pac
that coupe I'm speedin', police stop my zoom(zoom)
Did it for no reason, I just thought it's cool
Stats on stats what I want
Any other way don't go
Yeah
um
And I’ve watched that by the way
It’s been cool to see how
Are you enjoying that
KW: - Enjoying what?
PW: I’m thinking of a way to put it…How
Are
nothing
Burning racks? It ain’t nothing
Mo Mo Money ain’t a thang Jay Z and Jermaine
Mo Mo Money ain’t a thang Jay Z and Jermaine
I’ve been in the game, I
ain't a thang
[JD] Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam green
And the hell with the price
Cuz the money ain't a thang
[Jay-Z] Put it down hard for my
[Jay-Z]
Fo' sho', everything's for dough now
I flow, y'all gotta pay a little mo' now
It's platinum, nowadays we put the gold down
We stepped it up,
and try to find a crooked way to profit off this crime
This life of mine.. until I get free
My prophecy is n****z screamin', as if they bleed in agony
From rappers in some way
There’s the connotation of that but what
I need y’all to realize
Is Jay Z is a genius and I need y’all
To understand that Drake
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
Jay-Z taught me money ain't
on the seventh, my n-
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my momma be sayin'
By the way, is a ghetto up in heaven, my n-? (Jesus)
If it is, keep the chariot revvin' my n-, yeah (Lord)
That's what my mama be sayin'
And before
rid of them guys
J-A, baby, baby, please give me Ps
Baby baby, with crazy ease
While Jay Z get crazy cheese
I take a break then I slay
Never bring in my
bang where we from nigga, H to the pen
It's nothin
[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
I'm from murder, murder Marcyville
My nigga you heard we clap you, we certainly
won't catch up)
And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it now
I be choppin' up cheddar with Kanye
Chop a little cheddar up with Jay
Chop it up with
drop shit like this
Ayo, my records sell 'cause I
Was born to do it
Kick that Willie shit well
'cause I'm really gon' do it
The voice of the hustlers
don't cough (ugh)
How did I put twenty M's in the vault? (Twenty)
How did I fuck your bitch? It ain't my fault (hey)
How did I hop out a court
inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church to get my hands scrubbed
Swear I've been baptized each three or four times
But in the land where
just spit it off the dome
That pen and pad my enemies
We don't get along
I'm like Hova, when he was Jay-Z
I'm big in his prime, it's poetry
Bigger than
know it's only papes we holding
I be floating through the day
With my jays in my jays
I be floating through the day
With my jays in my jays
I be
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
your wrist at?
I can kill you in four bars, that's a Kit Kat
Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap
Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherfucking slick
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)
did it, I did it, you didn't believe"?
I can moonlight as magician
Though I gave the shirt off my back, there's a trick up my sleeve
There's niggas
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