Lyrics:
rappers ball, but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
Berlin Praga nie Warszawa to Wrocław
Four Seven One stolica z dolnego Śląska
Życie nie łatwe trzeba temu sprostać
Lecz są możliwości nawet by zacząć od
We're back at center court here
At Reebok invitational brought to
You by Jay-Z's S dot Carter tennis shoe set
That's right John i hear
They're
(Ayy)
I can daydream about Beyoncé all day
Thinkin' 'bout the good times
'fore she met Jay see ya know
They say, "Hello" (Ayy) , "Hello" (Ayy)
I really
for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked (Okay)
Hard life is all about sacrifice
It ain't no limit, I told y'all I'mma
Kanye’ing them
I’m talkin Kay Slay’ing em
Bust Rhymes, NORE and Ghost, Cam, Rae and em
When we down there
Them niggas don’t give a fuck about New York
If you
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
First, we're affected by what we know
When I talk to the kids in high school classes, college classes
That's the first thing I tell 'em
Get
[Jay-Z]
People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
Looking at me, stay focused, I'm givin' 'em straight focus
Surprise, what I do is
The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z, The 50z crush!
Uh the high yella, with the acapella
She say it ain't about the cheese
It's the way we chop
Jay-Z infiltrated the south by making "nigga what nigga who"
And the markets fell for it
I wish master p would be signed an artist like me to balance
come prepared
I ain't talkin' with rides
I'm talkin' about with hand grenades
Pistols, uzis, and nines
So get the shit loaded up
You better be quick when
my jersey next to Scottie Pippen's
Yo, what's the difference? Fuck the status you posted
Man, these unsuccessful rappers, they talkin' the most shit
never knew! did you? you worm.
We had special atomic glasses made...by women optometrists who promised never to tell!
We learned how to hide secret
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)
Jay-Z:
Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck
Two asked quick for bastards to step to
Leave wounds too drastic
with me?
Coming at me on some Jay-Z shit
Who you with?
Calling my cell, leaving crazy voicemails
Figured you can get me if you called my girl, Nikki
What happened?
(I was at school today I said AZ's my daddy, they said, "Jay-Z? Nas?")
What, what?
(Tell me the story again?)
Okay, okay
Aight, this
on standby
"K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box"
I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
KW: Just like that!
PW: Wow, i can’t wait to hear what
That sounds like i know
We are all shaped and moulded by
All that we’ve gone through
And by
Tommy, this for Kelani
Luck & Lana Kill the Computer what up Ras?
Chino
(Y'all remember? Uh)
I remember when we used to go to seminars
Peddling our
ride
If I let you run alongside the Humvee
Unless you're Nicki, grab you by the wrist, let's ski
So what's it gon' be? Put that shit away Iggy
You gon'
goddamned
If I'ma just sit back
While they chit-chat about sick rappers
Try to box me in with the riff raff
Talkin this that and the other
When the only one
Smooth
Roll up with Royce
Burn an L
Take lessons from Elzhi
Get barred up by Kxng Crook
Rittz
AZ
J Cole
Tech Nine
Kung Fu Kenny
Rapsody Jay Z
Boogie
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
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