Lyrics:
gangsters at coo never sweat under the gun
Where the f*** my Mistress at at c*** back ready to pop something
Since you n****z all about frontin let's how
Illmatic
Then I saw Kanye's hanging from his gold necklace
Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic
Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt
n***a play me
Heard you was a junkie, smoking, more rock than Jay-Z
Thought he's loving me for selling 20 for the KD
That's who you is, lil' n***a
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
the hardest verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun in my neck it's all right
Surrounded by gangsters, I don't know how they got here
But I
the unpredictable
Heaven is invisible, but hell isn't physical
Let me stop with the spiritual.. whoa
Let me spit at you, show you how to move with no vehicle
Come
If I was Jay-Z, you'd be my Beyonce
We could rock the nation like they do
And if I was Da Vinci, you'd be Mona Lisa
Paint a smile perfectly on you
moms got out of surgery
Wasn't even in town
Shows and after parties what I've been 'round
Finding out the news late
Imagine how that shit sound
Sit
and Jay’s show
And just seeing those laser
Lights you addressed all the sensations, with
The exception of smell and taste
I guess anything that you could
Jay-Z shirt
Fuckin' with the turf
I'm puffin' on that Smurf, fuck you, come holler
And tellin' Papa, "Put away your dollars, your son got chopppers"
Jay-Z shirt
Fuckin' with the turf
I'm puffin' on that Smurf, fuck you, come holler
And tellin' Papa, "Put away your dollars, your son got chopppers"
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
let it float by me
Heaven or Hell, huh, which one prevails, huh?
We gotta go and figure it out
I ain't tryna tell you that this life isn't it
the streets they call me Jay-Z (yeah)
Lil' bitch, I got the blueprint (Scooter)
Lil' nigga, I don't want no old hundreds
You know I want them blue strips
Thought I was gon' rhyme that
No you didn't time that
Yo that's where the line's at
Look at my shows
Look how long that the line's at
All the way
Back, back, back, back it up!
It's Jay R, straight acting up
With Pitbull, Julio G
From one glass you know wassup
I see her looking from a mile away
Nas and Jay-Z
Eminem, Mase, Biggie Smalls and me
Now if you was my girlfriend
You don't need no guyfriend
He could get his head bust
Nigga ain't my
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
The universe is ready for a new story
By a kid from z how he kept going
Without knowing that one day he be glowing
Picture this see me posing
guilty
[Jay-Z]
I see how you comin at me now, I'm cool
I'm not the snitch I don't go to the cops to get rich
... I go to the block and pitch
Make the song cry like Jay-Z (Nas)
On the come up like AZ (Nas)
Make the song cry like Jay-Z (Nas)
On the come up like AZ (Nas)
Make the song cry
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my
Take the man out the hood
But not the hood out the man
Shit don't change
Why don't you show me
Show me how to love you
I, will show you what a thug'll do
goodbyes
You said you want an empire like Beyoncé
And I could be Jay Z
And I think that you want me
But I could be crazy
And I got all these girls on me
But
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