Lyrics:
me (huh?)
Jay Z couldn't even co-sign for me
I do what I want, 'cause I'm signed to me (damn)
I get the, I get the, I get the bag
They get the bag,
a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy
in the front yo, they comin yo
I
Blunt in my mouth and that drank in my cup
Big Z, I'm a beast you dont want it with bruh
Ho, run up on me and you bout to get cut
I slash with the mask,
And I got the Get Fresh Crew
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love
dough, how much, you'll ever know
It's Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, Kells and Jay-Z
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
Perfection ain't a thing b****
I ain't even got time no mo'
A n**** ain't get no sleep
Grind till the end of the week
Feeling like a young Jay-Z
I
On the real nigga, I'm a real nigga
I run around with them real niggas
Got real sons, I need a real sitter
When I leave niggas, they get real
eyes on my riches
Can't knock your hustle for real, it's aight bitches
I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum French frames
With the French
to use it so test me and I'll get it poppin for real.
So don't you ever get it twisted
See I'm rollin wit some misfits
And we drippin like some slit wrist
Pass me the L I'll say N A
Cause we only smoking jays
To get higher Ima need a lighter
An igniter just to start the fire
For this loud they called it E
See we could do it big like Beyonce and Jay Z
Later that night like Swizz and Alicia Keys
Barrack and Michelle, we gone start our first family
getting chilly (Brrrrr)
If the jay hitting smooth, it's a great day
All my sons together gathered for a play date
You just don't get me, got me feeling
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it
this far getting by doing time in the studio
And finally I made some hits
Shit's so real no counterfeit
And right now I'm feeling pretty confident
So get
the troop
I told em jay got snatched
The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats
Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib
I'll be there in ten, it's
but to make it fair, get some more niggas
Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggas (aight?)
Y'all niggas best to stop playin'
It'll be
the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the thirteenth
Jay-z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it right, I'm
ass
Speed up, go fast
Slow down
4, 4, 4, 4
4, 4, 4, 4
Million, on me, JAY-Z
Count up, fuck nigga, pay, me
Pull up, walk in
Everybody yell like
Girls on the walls, some on the floor
With the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore
So listen to this because it can't be missed
And you can't leave 'til
Girls on the walls, some on the floor
With the DJ named Jay with the cuts galore
So listen to this because it can't be missed
And you can't leave 'til
of Tesco
Cunt still takin' my time to make
My rhymes real fly
And I still love the sunrise in the sky
It's the JAY i'm representing myself truly
There's no
Fox Brown yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
Bitch see
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