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P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
the trial of
I'm gone
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.k.a. Jay-Z
Uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
Yeah it's all yours if you want
Ain't no such thing as a broke jay-z
I know I'm on my way can't the way find me?
Why'm I living on this path moving
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
the four-fifth
Ah, fool! Ah
Goodbye! No need to try to lie or cry
It's time for motherfuckers to die
Because to me death is like sex
And if my brain was a deck
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na
JB, girl you were my lady
MJ to my SpiderMan
Yoncé to my Jay-Z
Though you drove me crazy
You
kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous,
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
and a Jay Z song was on
and the Jay Z song was
That people thought that when
I first came out, that that was me in my
Entirety but that wasn't
That was a small facet of who I was
But, who you see now
MC, me, Jay-Hova
Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war
ROC's too strong for y'all
Ac'right nigga!
The song changes to: Jay-Z -
Heart of the City
this shit is for you
Aye look
I’m going stupid full crazy
Surrounded by haters the niggas that make me
I’m stackin my money inspired by Jay Z
I’m on my
ain't got it, I got it
I get it
I only give it to those who really live it
Like Jay-Z, the Game
And my dogs that really did it
Like Kweli, like Common
When I'm feeling blue
What would Jay-Z do?
I wanna pay my dues
A better life I wanna choose
I wanna seize the day
Vacation in St. Tropez
I wanna grow
lately
More money can't ever change me
And these games can't ever play me
Imma really be paid like Jay Z
And I'm plotting my steps y'all in trouble in now
than wasted talents
And mine is overflowing by the gallons
All I'm lacking is some balance
I'm listening to the radio I'm hearing Jay-Z
The only
Baby give me sex girl you looking pretty fine
Tell me baby can I dine with you
Pack up my bags then I'm off to NY
Tryna get by so I drop every night
let me hit it
I call you up late night like wassup
You always telling me you wanna fuck (okay)
You be my Beyoncé ima be your jay-z
The way them lips
I was tuning in the shine on the late night dial
Doing anything my radio advised
With every one of those late night stations
Playing songs bringing
by my own orders (haha)
I'm my own rewarder (oooh)
J'z and Jogger'z (ayee)
Boutta get my next order (okay)
Shawty throw it on me like she got my
Can't check my portfolio
Won't hear this on no radio
Bullets can't hurt me go ahead let the semi go
Walking through the fire like denarus no TV show
down the road on my new phone
Shocked to hear that Jay-Z knows me
Unprecedented deal to The R-O-C
10 years of 5 classic solo LP's
And collabs in
you some different I’m changing ya life
Jay after Jay say my dope dynamite
We fuck off the perk that might fuck up your life
Diamonds so bright turn off
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My nie sme vyjebané smažky
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