Lyrics:
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
And now things changin' a lot, he fuck with my authority
Then he shall see shells
But not by the seashore if he gangbangin' or not
It's simple
[Master P talking]
It's like all the shit we done been through, the average company
They probably would've gave up by now
But No Limit, we constantly
at Diddy in a Sean John sweatsuit
I felt ambushed by New York niggas
Live by the code, die by the code (it's still west side though)
Never been a hoe,
Soulja Boy's verse was wack (it was)
In that whole interview Kanye was out of line
Big Sean the worst nigga he said he ever signed (haha)
He don't like
track we makin' here some classic shit
Step up to the plate in the stu', I took a crack at it
Bambino of beats, the Barry Bonds of rap
Ice melting on my
I finally found a girl that reverse stress
So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse death
So I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride
I be that cold, be careful when I’m on the scene
Mash mode, I do this shit by any means
I be fresh though, they envy and supposedly
In my Jay’s hoe,
I be that cold, be careful when I’m on the scene
Mash mode, I do this sh** by any means
I be fresh though, they envy and supposedly
In my Jay’s h**,
cooking it right
Whole team of vets ain’t no rookies in sight
You niggas lose track when it’s pussy insight
I just sit back and I laugh while I ride
(let me warm it up for ya)
[Jay-Z]
Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's number one hustler (Sean Carter)
Don't call it
Yeah niggas!
Who the fuck you thought it was?
It's ya nigga Jay muthafuckin Rock, top dog!
Before I get started
Let me get a rest in peace to my
Woo-woo
From Alizay, Woo-woo, Jay be, Woo-woo
Jay be on the way come on and ride that thang, baby
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Yeah, baby, it's Jay-Ski
You wanna
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
a shook song
No, I know the wars we took on
Niggas better get gone
[Jay Z]
Yeah, flow sicker on every record
Watch Sean, glock nine,
the payment?
Or was it a train wreck? Crazy derailing
I’m fine with falling not failing
Getting off track’s not what I’m supposed to do
Things are moving fast
and then Mary go, round
I just ride, hold her down with the fifth by my side
Me and Miss Blige
Look up in the sky it's a bird and the 'caine
Bumrush the refrigerator
Yo Jay pass the Pringles, I want a bit
(Cake Jaz, cake Jaz, gimme some of it)
Greenbacks every track that's what
We're gonna get go
and then Mary go, round
I just ride, holed her down with the fifth by my side
Me and miss Blige
Look up in the sky it's a bird a that came
In the hydro
a Blazer with a louie interior
Solid gold the ride was raw, bust a left turn was on Crenshaw
Sean-e-sean was the driver, known to give freaks hell
Had
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
do shit I get by
Fuck with it
I do my shit I get by
Fuck with it
Ride by get by ride by get by
Ride by get by ride by
It's a body nigga
Summer days
life
All the fuckin snitches gone dead for shot by my eagle glock pow
Stop it robbin the bitches telling they saying just a walwal
Oh my god I dont feel
chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
You know him well by the name of Jigga
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