Lyrics:
(let me warm it up for ya)
[Jay-Z]
Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's number one hustler (Sean Carter)
Don't call it
on Deleon
You little ass niggas is barely on
New Jay's on my fucking soles
And I put it on my fucking soul
I am the greatest you never known
I don't need
I'm with this
Complexion (two-step)
Complexion don't mean a thing (it's a Zulu love)
Ooh complexion (two-step)
It all feels the same (it
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
4, 4, 4, 4 (ayy, ayy)
Million, on me, JAY-Z
Count up, fuck nigga, pay, me
Woah fuck your bitch, I'm bored
I reached out for you
I needed you and you left me by myself
So if I'm gonna get it done, I'ma do it myself
I don't really give a fuck if you with me
spittin like I'm Jay-Z
Popped a Senna pill and now my vision's hazy
Sipped the Benadryl and now I'm feeling lazy
Made him overdose and now this bitch is
I'd take 'em right back, to see Martin Luther's dream
I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my black brothers are still
bop, a Jay-Z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th
God that we made it to another year
A lot of people ain't make it here so I'm finna make it clear
Jay to the letter ain't playing fair
Hold up (hey)
bucking up with jay
Them man be swerving
If it aint runtz i'm billing cookie
If this rap don't blow we're goodie
Always racked up like a hoodie (haha)
Right now inside the place to be with the one JAY-Z and Bey
Slowing down the dance to a different type of speed
You know and Cool & Dre they 'pon
Perfect placement
Everywhere I go I got that perfect placement
I done made made it from the basement
Put me on top that's perfect placement
Ayo Jay you
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
said she love B.I.G. and she likes Tupac
And when I said Jay-Z she say, "It's the Roc"
I'ma leave it like this, like this like that
Where Brooklyn at?
said she love B.I.G. and she likes Tupac
And when I said Jay-Z she say, "It's the Roc"
I'ma leave it like this, like this like that
Where Brooklyn at?
cold, Louis V balling alone , Jay-z without no hoe
Now I want bring that girl home
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I was not trusting in a single word
All this world it
I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
beyonce turned Jay Z into a bitch
[Verse 1: Lecxs Ahziz]
Blaqman stays hard yall soft as lard
We rep continents yall stuck on blvds
The rain may fall but
hearted yeah
Everyday hit it one hundred we give it all whole hearted yeah
One hunnid
We giving it up (We giving it up)
We'z in it one hunnid ma hoomie we
(Helluva made this beat, baby) Lil Jay and Twan, Lil Jay and Twan
Lil Jay chillin', he just got back
Glock 40 and two-hundred K on his lap (yeah)
met you this week
Okay (K) than I, fast forward and then the day went by
No Jays (J) on feet, amazing sky, it was about 5:15
We were in line for
a long sentence
You ask me how I feel about that, maybe you got the wrong witness
I heard Jay Z's cool with Obama
Obama must be cool with me then I guess
explicit
This is not the new edition of me
It's who I been so it don't really matter me you can take it or leave
Imma be who I was made to be
No stuntin' no
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Lil' Jay and Twan, Lil' Jay and Twan, nigga
Jay and Twan, the neighborhood crooks (yeah, they on that)
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