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pour it to the pavement
We live dangerous, often findin ourself in the eyes of strangers
(Who the fuck is you?)  My dream is big and in it my team is
how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it
I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope
Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga
n****, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, s*** was hard
(Alright)
But once we got through the trials it's all smiles
'Til a big
everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight

[Jay-Z]
People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
Looking
the night 
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight 
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight 
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever

And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
If lyrics sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I want to rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I
uh huh

Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, be Hah
DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown
[Unverified] my V-A click running thick
D'Shawn
put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and oooh
It come out sweeter than old Sadie
Nice as Bun-B when I met him
your pops
You feelin' the Lox, nigga why you grillin' the Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose
your pops
You feelin' the Lox, nigga why you grillin' the Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose
the night 
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight 
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight 
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
lyrics sold, then truth be told
I'd probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do
when I spit it now
I be choppin up cheddar with Kanye
Chop a little cheddar up with Jay
Chop it up with the O-to-the-Kizay
Poppin big tags with
baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends

Let's be friends
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
Then bring Naughty in
They say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni lied
Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky

And ever since
Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King
I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money
Memphis Bleek, holdin' it down from the East coast
And from
the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly

He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit
center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly

He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from
on Calvary not on Cypress Hill
It don't matter even if your slim or if your shady
JayHova reigns supreme but his name ain't' Jay z
And it's mos def that
This might sound crazy but Imma do a song with Jay Z
With Dre on the beats and libs by Slimshady
And do this video you know like really ill, word
****
featuring Blake see  Jay Z  Mr. Bristal 



[Blake C] 

What you sayin'? 

Roc A Fella (uh huh) 

Gener al (uh huh) 

B.I.G. (right on)
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, be Hah
DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown
[Unverified] my V-A click running thick
D'Shawn definitely in the house
Roughness