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money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z

20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
the fuck out the house

[Scarface (Jay-Z)]
I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the do'
(I got a hoopty from
This one for the future
Everybody want to be a Roc-a-fella gangsta
Hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies, but
like government cheese

Spray off Suzuki's eleven hundred cc's
More plate on the back, straight squeezin' a Mak
In the hood they identify n****z by
Four: Jay-Z

Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
Turn the lights even lower!
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all

Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night

to the new school
Big black skinny nigga
6'4" with the .44
Got the slow flow it sound like coke dough
In the Benzo smokin on Coco
My blood niggas say I'm true
man enough to come discuss it
You wanna be Jay-Z? Nigga you just a fucking puppet
Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so bitch I had to show ya
Don't make me
At Cha" video
Now start with me I'ma target ya click
The (Scope) I got ain't the type you (gargle and spit)
It sit on top of the fifth small semi's and 4-4
Bout paper, this motherfucking K, motherfucking Tre-8
This 4-5, 4-4, shit it goes on and on and on
Talking down on us nigga, you getting 17
I'm the King of Da Ghetto
And I'm here, to reclaim my throne
In a relationship, with a chick 4-4
And nigga my bitch, be blazing domes
If y'all
on my life
With that knock off 8 mile shit
You could never be Eminem mother fucker
You aint lyrically inclined enough to be jay-z, NAS, b.i.g. or PAC
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout
lost, raise up the trunk and proceed with the strutting
I'm lyrically busting, like 4-4's dumping on chumps
And when it be best to move around, 'fore I
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 caught
with a dime, motherfuckers 
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster 
Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers 
Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith
the ROC, in ya area!"
You better warn ya folks
They hate to see a real clique, but now

[Chorus w/ (Jay-Z ad-libs)]

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
Highest paid
Feat. Jay-Z
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots
shoulders off 
Jay-Z R.I.P. the Pimp C

(Uncle Murder Rap)


When the nigga see me, you know that I got it on me!
Either that Desert Eagle
Yeh, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*}
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
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 caught
featuring Teflon and Jay Z 

Lil' Fame: 

Seventy five 

Raised on a strip called here brotha hill 

Where guns pop and cops get
Whatcu crazy
Since a buck tooth baby
Doc is like straight "Fuck you! pay me" like Jay-Z
Lazy niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start
of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home

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