Lyrics:
shoulders off
Jay-Z R.I.P. the Pimp C
(Uncle Murder Rap)
[Chorus]
When the nigga see me, you know that I got it on me!
Either that Desert Eagle
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
Catch em ' stretch em , Roc-aFella like Jay-Z
Quit the fuck a nigga up like Tay-Keith
Bitch, this shit ain't sweet, my name rang from West to east
Ibeen '
Before time in the AD, I was completely crazy
I'm not Jay-Z nor am I Slim Shady
She is my baby, we getting bigger lately
Mistakenly, mistaken, not
that's really
Down to get lowww, lowwww
It's ya boy Kanye to The
The Roc is in the building right now
We smoked out
And I don't even talk like that
Now
With a new one, son
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
I see you, Brooklyn, what it look like?
[Jay-z]
I'm right here, Fab, wavin' the flag, comin' from
like a green beret
Crazy bring ya whole set
Jay Z in the range, crazy and deranged
They can't figure him out they like, ""hey, is he insane?""
Yes, sir,
ya whole set
Jay Z in the Range, crazy and deranged
They can't figure him out, they like: Hey is he insane?
Yes sir, I'm cut from a different cloth
My
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
girl with a fine ass
When gonna get it popping like pills
Shroom to thee caps
Roll through Indian fitted is on thee yap
Yeah
Talk wreckless to known boys
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of 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
If hidden sin inside my body Lord come and reveal it so we can deal with it lets get is
It's a process
Oil dripping oil dripping oil dripping
That's
no matter the weather
Window down middle of winter
That's when you know you a winner
Big up Jay and Roc-A-Fella
Highschool I was rockin fila
This that
to wanna be on Roc-A-Fella then I turned into Jay
Now I got a house in LA, now I got a bigger pool than Ye
And look man, Ye's pool is nice, mine's just
Roc a Fella, Roc a Fella
Meet Jay Z, I'm too brazy, I'm too me
Im too trill an I'm too street but, I changed lanes
Y'all niggas change, imma helicopter,
the West, I got my nigga Game
All you bitch-ass niggaz, why all better fall the fuck back
why all know how this shit is about to go down
Yo homie, what's
deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's
On the hill wit
one
We here son
Ain't goin nowhere until we done
Take a track from Jay-Z
And flip back like crazy
Claimin you God
But look more like Patrick Swayze
Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
How could you play me
Huh
Real gangster bitch can't be no lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But how could you blame me
Woo
for Hova to die, before he see JAY
On my way to platinum, hata who gonna stop me?
I got the cops locked, who gone lock me?!
I got the block lock, eye
my buzz grew faster than jay z dreads,
True artist took a blank canvas and made it legendary killer words carved in stone rap cematary,
Wonder if
roll like a green beret
Crazy bring ya whole set
Jay Z in the range, crazy and deranged
They can't figure him out; they like, "hey, is he insane?"
Yes,
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