Lyrics:
homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "fuck the fame"
W-W-W-W-What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I
know we all somebody but what make you think that you could ask to call somebody? Nigga I don't know you, you see the shit I go through n' this a party
know we all somebody but what make you think that you could ask to call somebody? Nigga I don't know you, you see the shit I go through n' this a party
know we all somebody but what make you think that you could ask to call somebody? Nigga I don't know you, you see the shit I go through n' this a party
(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
Yo, what up, it's your boy Dae-Dae
Yo, what up, it's RichboyRC and you're listening to Cartridge by Jay Browne
On 1(800)813-4evr: Deluxe
Dae-dae,
Perfection ain't a thing b****
I ain't even got time no mo'
A n**** ain't get no sleep
Grind till the end of the week
Feeling like a young Jay-Z
I
day tryin to make that ole' Massey go
He was fightin to make ends meet and live by God's word
But when Uncle Jay started talkin all those problems
stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for
Than pickin' one of us for a hug we properly serve
Reugers pop and whop ya head
Pens go off and drop you dead
Aiyyo Littles what the fuck is the deal my
featuring Jay Z
[M.Bleek]
That's right Up front and personal
[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I
Crakk
Cam'Ron, Freeway What
Clue
[Jay-Z]
Illest since the Row had it, nigga now the Roc got it
Nigga get you blocka'ed lean em like a dope addict
Oi might be a woman-beater but I'm not a pussy-eater
So when the shit hits the fan, it's outta my mouth
You don't like what I'm talkin' about?
All
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
mistletoe
Dragon Ball Z cause I'm green as Piccolo
Eyes low like Ichiro nigga
What’s next yo i’m here with the flex
In Flex we Trust it’s like an exodus
how's that for a sound wager
I'm Jay Z on the dub I'm a pound caker
Brian Eno, Phillip Glass, a soundscaper
I'll be about later if you want a bout later
irreplaceable call me queen bee
But i’m boutta' run this town like jay z
damn
What’s coolin'
Quarantine at the house
We zoomin'
Just boolin'
Boutta' spit
Jay-Z
But if I speak out like I'm Ye, they gon' say that I'm crazy
Similarities between our cities, I feel like we neighbors
If they say they don't
representin, always talkin shit, big shit
(That's what we do)
It's been about 15 long years, mackin, profilin
Workin up in the booth off some top shelf Long
a faggot on the rag
I'm goin for bam like Scarface and NIP
What they leave of your ass Willie D gonna rip
All of that muthafuckin' talkin' is for
killin' greed, we killin' homelessness
And I don't give a fuck about this land, I want ownership
Bow your head for just God's sake
Listen what the stars
I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good
So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
alot of nerve to play me,
Another gay rapper, bussin caps in Jay-Z(buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
And still avoid capture,
While y'all cought caught up in
my
To all my second string bitches, tryna get a baby
Trying to get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
I don't give a damn if you used to talk to Jay-Z
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