Lyrics:
But you don't know all of it
Especially since the story's not over and a
New instalment just came out heading into
This weekend, as Jay-Z uses
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
[Woman]
How white is your blow ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm like that yo !
[Woman]
Only writers you know
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm like that
Verse 2:
S-dot-Carter
Y'all must try harder
Competition is
[Amil]
Nada
Ladies scream papa
Niggas can't stop ya
Competition is
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no, nope
You can't see 'em
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
[Woman]
How white is your blow ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm like that yo !
[Woman]
Only writers you know
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm like that
Verse 2:
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
the booze off
You dudes is too soft, why I don't fuck with you all
I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks
But, other than that, I don't be fuckin with
40th, this shit is live
Fifth-floor, 56, you know the zip, district five
You're on 22nd, you from two-one
Thats on Lennox, 7th ave was news one
[Jay-Z
Clingin' for dear life, nigga you dead right
[Jay-Z]
Since you was a baby coward
We been sprinklin' the world with baby powder
+So Fresh and So Clean+
the booze off
You dudes is too soft, why I don't fuck with you all
I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks
But, other than that, I don't be fuckin with
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
Its Roc-A, Fella for life, you know that shit
Get your guns, get your ones, nigga throw that shit
[Chorus]
Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka
[the Jay-Z and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O'Neal's "No Love Lost"]
what the hell...what the hell...
check check check check it out
what
hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
your face in a state of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
gotta hot your crew
I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by
gotta hot your crew
I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by
The newspaper heading read "Jay-Z breathes
80 degrees only thing to cool him off
Is a Malibu Bay Breeze"
Can't stop for the Feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
took his bitch
You already know Jay-Z been knowin' that he violated George Floyd
Black people ain't supportin' him (we ain't)
He was on Drink Champs
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