Lyrics:
Damn all that hate shit hella crazy
But never let it phase me
Need money like Jay-Z
And Martin Scorsese
I need you to pay me
I'm just like a Yankee
I'm
in the alley
And Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies
Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50
Hey! And Benzino shook hands with Eminem
And on the same
got found in the alley
Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies
Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50
Benzino shook hands with Eminem
And on the same record I
without a smooth cut?
Grow a little gut, can't even enjoy the fruit of my labor
Before they call me Luke and hand me my lightsaber
The ruler's back, you can
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
nigga no roof (roof)
Giving kids in Kenya shoes (Africa)
All gold teeth like a young Jay Z
Nigga, call me KD when I pull up for three (pull up)
Head
I'm bout to show what it's finna be
Niggas be cappin', they lie, they Fugazi, I reintroduce myself, feelin' like Jay-Z
I stay on my feet just to walk
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
famous we sick
They once gave me shit
And I turned it into flaming hits
Now they want us back at the night club
Drinks on me you know I got you tonight,
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
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
the rock, Jay-Z
You stay around pussies, the whole squad coochies
I stay around G's, my whole squad Gucci
Thugger thugger, ain't that a storm muthafucka?
Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They'll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie
on the Microphone you cant rap with the Gods
Cant Rap with the Gods
Rap with the Gods
This is the take over ether you Rappers like Jay z and Nas
We flow in our
The B.A.G'z
The B.A.G'z
Hollywood Fos
Laady k, Cj Sweets
We only want the
Big
Ass
Grips
I'm not like you
You not like me
I came from the bottom
Now
Yeah
They been countin' me out, count me back in
I'm counting my sheep, asleep once again
See it in reverse, slap on the reverb
Y'all are
just wait and see
I know the game front to back
A to Z
I'm not a lame you gotta pay to lay with me
I'll make you have a good night
Won't make you leave
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
mam chciałbyś też je zdjąć
Ciągle katar mam hashtag Białas one bo to hate me flow
Wale bombę na łeb jak nas spotka coś złego to jak Jay'z
No bo zrobię
the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z
(let me warm it up for ya)
[Jay-Z]
Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's number one hustler (Sean Carter)
Don't call it
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
yelling out "FUCK EM ALL"
I'm feeling like Meek Mill
Still yelling out "WE CAN BALL"
I'm feeling like lil Wayne
I'm feeling like Jay-Z
I'm feeling like J
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