Lyrics:
Like
Biggie, Pac, Big Pun Nas
Jay-Z, Big Daddy Kane catch a vibe/
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was Raised by the Rap Gods/
know what I'll do without you
Girl I'll act a foo about you
Girl I'll go crazy
Save yo name as BM
Way before you have my baby
Just hold it down forever
I
I'm tryna stack it up Jay-Z
Ball like KD
Slim lil bitch with me no shady
I'm finna pipe now she going crazy
Put her to sleep like Rockabye baby
Go
detention
Talked about behind my back by my family members
H-hurtful feeling bein' the black sheep every family visit
I'll admit it, bein' young, I made
Cam'ron:
Aw man, Flex called me about 10 minutes to 7
Told me he gon' put a lil' beef thing together
That's nuthin' man, we'll do this in 10 minutes
your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep
mine
I ain't kiddin
Yea I gotta get it for all of my children
No false moves we all about precision
Don't hit me up if you ain't talkin the business
No
up
They sayin' go Z! Go! Let's go up
They sayin' go Z! Go! I'ma go up
There go Z dot myles, there go Z dot myles
I hear people talkin' bout about he
Before time in the AD, I was completely crazy
I'm not Jay-Z nor am I Slim Shady
She is my baby, we getting bigger lately
Mistakenly, mistaken, not
don't go back to Jay-Z
It's a rap
I used to fuck with Christina a while back
Which one, Aguilera or Milian, both of em
They did this little trick with
Rice and Beans is what I was raised on
A young chico walking home with some Jays on
Kept some rocks in my pockets for them stray dogs
Ghetto kids in
the memories and you're all I'm thinking of
'Cause I can't get past what we used to have (yeah)
Baby, baby I'm missing you (come on)
I'm talkin' 'bout how I
and you and the things we'll do
I said a home
I'm not talkin about a one night stand
I wanna be your man
I said a home
I'm talkin about a home
Suzanne, you
People started talkin bout the old me
Never needed nothin but an o z
Drivin down the nineteen to the forty
Comin back and chillin with the homies
featuring Jay Z
[M.Bleek]
That's right Up front and personal
[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I
ringin', not one, two
Bitch, I trap it out so hard, I don't give a fuck about what you do
I had dope fiends on my porch, talkin' bout that they short
crazy thinkin you're Jay Z and Louis V won't make you what you wanna be
Can't prove yourself without proof bitch freeze
This ain't your zone, can't
how we flow
Don't worry about Brooklyn, I continue to flame
Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name
You held it down long enough, let
how we flow
Don't worry about Brooklyn, I continue to flame
Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name
You held it down long enough, let
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
dedicated (Nigga that’s fire I don’t what the fuck you talkin’ about)
Yeah, they rock your jersey around the city the art of being celebrated
Took advantage
Cause I'm a pimp
And Jay-Z? He's the pimper you know what I'm sayin?
That's how we do it right here in the nine-eight
So we gotta be out let it ride
in a Mercedes
But that don't make your basic ass Beyonce or Jay-Z
What's happenin'? Obama 'bout to move out the White House
What's happenin'? Couple
about the money, cuz we runnin' out of time
Stay on your grind
Money ain't a thing
Switchin' lanes like Jay-Z
But steady mobbin' Deep
With consistency
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