Lyrics:
from Brooklyn
Her favorite rapper jay-z
Should have seen the plate she made Me
And the scene was perfect like
Make belief
And her skin was clear like
Black on both sides from my
Skin to the old Jays
Just yesterday I was rockin' the Ol' Jay
My blueprint
Tryin' to see me through it all like Oakleys
He
hidden parts
And when you done dummy, swibha beqala ukuhilizisana
I-beef ya Jigga ikuthina,
Come and see Jay Z in us (and Nas)
Angithi uyaz, ngicijisa
thru my line like tha dispatch
I was down
Lisen
Baby
This the get back
Feel like thug
These days
Got big racks
Live a movie
Getcha pop corn
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
the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha,
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
touch
Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella forever CEO what what
Us the villains, fuck your
basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest
them summers
Like Jay-Z had by
I rode with nothing but gunners
Y'all feel this shit, go get the plummer
Strikes snapping from me you
Ain't no general
Yeah niggas!
Who the fuck you thought it was?
It's ya nigga Jay muthafuckin Rock, top dog!
Before I get started
Let me get a rest in peace to my
makaveli, ozzy, jelly roll to miley
Marilyn, jay z, bone thugs, big pun all taught to unload one
And how to mount the motherfuckin scope on
Time to get
gonna lay you down
But I'm a gangster, G's don't get turned out
I heartbreak 'em like Jay-Z
[J.D.]
See I dun it all
[R.O.C.]
Wait
And I'm'a keep
[Ice Cube]
I been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta why'all,
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now n**** truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
N****s dyin' by my
is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
Niggas dyin' by my
[Chorus]
How you say my love in spanish? (Mi amor)
(How you say my love in thug) Can I hit it raw?
In the backseat of my jeep, or maybe
live in denial (fuck)
So many verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down
talk about it if you ain't live it
I'm from where niggas pull your card, and argue all day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas?
Where
thug long
Enough to make my shoes ugly
Enough for me to walk out of there
Lookin like I got a pair
Of smudged orange Lugz on
Married to the streets but
nikt nie wie gdzie jestem
Analizuję wtedy wszystko
Bo życie jest testem
Który zdam, bo robię comeback, nie jak Jay-Z
Tylko wujek Fester
Lubię sobie
around with him, got that F&N
I’m in that BMW and F is on my rims (Forgis)
Every trap from A to Z
(Every trap from A to Z)
These white girls want that E
Return and leave from a to z
Bonafied thug in my blood, part of the ghetto
Niggas runnin when I'm up in meadow
I'm black devil with the shovel when I'm
Cray-Z, Cray-Z, Cray-Z
Pull up
Who got that true love
Yea yea
Baby hit my line I said pull up
Said that on the one who got that true love
And I just
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