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Jigga What/Faint

Jay-Z

Collision Course [Clean]

2004

I'm not 
But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got 

I can't feel the way I did before 
Don't turn your back on me 
I won't be ignored 
Time

Jigga What/Faint [Live]

Jay-Z

Collision Course

2004

I'm not 
But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got 

I can't feel the way I did before 
Don't turn your back on me 
I won't be ignored 
Time

ain't got no time to rush
I can feel it in my gut I'm gonna be something
It don't no matter what they say I don't give a damn
I'm back to the situation

And I don't give a fuck
Know I keep that blade tucked
And it's just itching to cut
Okay I pull up to your spot
And I'm like homie what's up
Kick your door

help
I don't show and I don't tell
Put my feelings on a shelf
And by the night I wanna kill myself

I just wanna end it all
I don't really wanna die but

ask me to but Jodye want to play the block
Jodye wanna be a shooter

Oh they say love me but I know that shit is clip
Please don't test my limits cause

thought her a lesson
Now she finna bless me
No you cannot tell by my facial expression
I don't give a fuck about shit that you reppin'
This racist bitch

give a fuck
I can skip that cat
But that ass need slapped
Get gone i don't need that act
Bitch you even try to clean that Nap
Fith real best believe he

'm doing this all damn day
Ya all be jocking
Hoes be gawking
Fans be flocking
When they see me getting out my wraith
I take this shit to new heights, I

sick cuz bitch i'm ill
But if I was rich I'd give you a million
Maybe give you some children 2 or 3

Birds and bees
Said these niggas some wanna bes

nimble
Hips on platter damn she tasty
She look down then she fainted

Ima pretty nigga
Got em on a line
On my finger
It's the little one
So many wrapped

nimble
Hips on platter damn she tasty
She look down then she fainted

Ima pretty nigga
Got em on a line
On my finger
It's the little one
So many wrapped

I wanna stay mad
But it's so hard

I'm haunted by anxiety
I overthink about the little things
I'm unsure so it's killing me (uh nah)
I wanna be high

get them Yeezys, Now you tryna get them Js
You know that I got the plug, Keep it, don't resell it babe
We gon' give it to our kids, Haters will

in you
What I've got you've got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don't stop continue
Realize I don't want to be a miser
Confide with

Gotta get me a big-ass chain
& a nice-ass whip
I'mma fuck up the dash in that bitch
On the freeway, I really be drifting
Damn
Call up the guys, they

gone be the same
Please don't ever compare me to the lames

Hustle hard, money over it all
With this one chance give it my all
Don't look back from

me like that
Like damn, everything we don't been through

We don't been through the storm
We came from hell and back
Remember days when I was broke

got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.

You can find

Let the Rhythm Hit Em

Eric B.

Blackbeat Party, Vol. 1

Let the rhythm hit 'em

I'm the arsenal, I got artillery, lyrics of ammo
Rounds of rhythm, then I'm 'a give 'em piano
Bring a bullet-proof vest,

family tree you broccoli on my plate
Understand I don't give a fuck what niggas say
I'ma be the greatest and aye that's no debate
Disagree with it aye

and titties (woo)
And Mike Amiri shit be on me, niggas in my city know that
Every single shot goin', ask Chris Brickley
By the way, before I pulled up

bitches I'd make it
I'm swimming in racks, a youngin had to make a statement
My shooters are Haitian and God damn they be really impatient
You pussy don't

Think that we not having motion
Rather niggas just be clueless
I don't let my right hand
Know what my left is doing
Believe me just cause I dont show
Dont