Lyrics:
OH YEA THIS IS SUM REAL S** RIGHT HERE BABY GURL.GIVE IT TO ME
So So Def
Yeah yeah
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay Z
[Jermaine Dupri]
In
the back of my breezy)
Jay Z just watching my throne (Jay Z just watching my throne)
Nkandla a crib not a home (Nkandla a crib not a home)
Marawa take aim
I’m watching the throne with Kanye and Jay-Z (Hell yeah)
Now I’m peeling off my skin like I was eating lychee (Woo)
I don’t need you to feed me (Fuck
stunting by myself
Don't need a hype man
I'm hotter than it is down in White Sands
Can't tell me nothing like Kanye
My girl get it too
Like Jay-Z
eye lazy, god like Jay-Z
Yeah they doubt me they aint bout me Im a beast
Got guns like middle east chop you up piece by piece
Leave you broken like
on across the sea
Street soldiers killing the elderly
What ever happened to unity?
It's like that, and that that's the way it is
Disillusion is the word
here
To give y’all the truth
Jay Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain’t calling me! Jay
Z, call me! Aye, bruh, I
Know you got killers
Please don’t send them
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am, a little bit
Like
Biggie, Pac, Big Pun Nas
Jay-Z, Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/
"Sigel was the name that they gave me"*}
{*"Allow me to reintroduce myself" - Jay-Z*}
[Beanie Sigel]
It's the Broad Street Bully I'm number one
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra
JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't)
Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him
ciemnogrodu
Run run Coś mi mówi w duszy żebym biegł do przodu
Run run Nadszedł czas by zmierzyć się z tą setką schodów
Muzyka ma nas łączyć a nie dzielić bez
They keep saying that im crazy
But i wont ever let it faze me
I gave the best of me like jay z
Nd its still crazy how they played me
Some of my close
they only hand
Kill you for the bands
In the streets of New York
Niggas rocking Tim's and jays
Quick to catch a fade
Find a way to get paid
In
can barf
At my birthday, someone put on Paul McCartney
I said "Fuh you, don't spoil my party"
No one wants anymore of The Carters
We only want Jay-Z
to see
An emcee (like D) inside the place (to be)
And have you heard that he is third and his name is Jay
I'm Run the A
D the Deuce
And Jay's the Tre'
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watchin, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
You don't have to look
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
a weed bag
That we had they need that
So pass like Steve Nash
Shoot like t mac
Dribble by like AI everybody watching this guy
He was breaking ankles I
1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh {I'M DANCIN!}
Yea... Yea... Yea
[Jay-Z]
Uh Oh..
Raps in trouble, HOV bout to double back
And lock the streets
look Russian,
Soon as we done imma slide on her cousin,
Word on the streets is a young nigga buzzing I'm fresh out the gate and I'm stacking my Ps,
She
(Y’All MUST'VE FORGOT WHO THIS N****
SO IMA LET HIM REINTRODUCE HIMSELF
GO HEAD MY N****)
Verse 1:
Z-A-Y to the m********** Jay
Ain’t rollin with
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