Lyrics:
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
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella
or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"
Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday
the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit
center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from
and they ask for him
By name AUSK nigga I'm boss, I ain't Rick Ross but I do my thing
Im on my Jay Z shit come around your hood like you babysit
But I needs
to ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
(repeat 3X)
[Verse One: Jay-Z ]
Aiyyo fuck why'all, niggaz I crush why'all, rush why'all
with
know Jay
If you don't believe me then
Who you know who can spit till he pop the real
Never thought about rappin' 'til he coped his deal
I really
stopped rappin, it aint no westcoast thug
just westcoast wut? to my real niggas stuck in da street game
Cause rappers like Jay Z, be pumpin Kool-Aid
seen real G'z
So, give it up for Amsterdam nigga, di spot
Taliban's in Chinatown please believe that
City to city, coast to coast
Now all them niggaz
in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you don't know me (you don't know me)
Bitch niggaz do bitch thangs
Look at 50 what he does
not even by a bad soul
Fuck Jed and Chad, it's Jay, Prince, and Brad
Ain't enough bullshit in the states to come stop this
Rap-A-Lot Mafia shit, yeah
didn't do it I can't fuck with it
NWA is like a mix a fix a trix
Real niggaz with big dicks
You're takin' a chance when you think that
Talkin' under your
veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
and ba-nay-nays
Riothagr8-8-8 and all the haters hate me
Smoking Wedding cake looking for a finance
I feel like Jay-z baby wheres my Beyonce
Smoking Wedding cake
Death Row
Yo, and here comes me left blow
'cuz i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
to let the Real motherfuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup
Big mo in the projects rappin, and niggas=z tryin to come up
And with this new wave dope game,
I mean this rap game, niggaz tryin to get out to make
didn't rat they niggaz out when they came to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
For
[Jay-Z]
Guess who? Uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Jigga, ya heard?
Uh-uh, a-Timbaland, ya heard?
Uh, Twista, ya heard? see'mon, see'mon
Uh-uh, uh-uh, g-ge,
think of that?
What you think of that? What you think of that?
I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
they niggaz out when they came to do time
No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
[repeat]
to continue(Oh!)
Super Ugly
[Jay-Z Laughing]
[Nas Voice:]
I dont give a fuck
All I really know is yo ho wants to be with me
and she aint playin
believe what im
a lil' bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay-motherfuckin'-Z, and with
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