Lyrics:
Welcome to Jay-Z's poetry reading
Art, who goes there?
Do this, do this
It was the winter, it was cold
It was the cold winter
Welcome ladies
Mean, this is fuckin' amazin' i mean
I'm just gettin'
Pumped by just watchin', you know? It's like
It's like i mean Shanaenae's finally got
Her math
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
To play me, ba-by, hey he,
Gone need a track from God featuring Jesus or Jay-Z
Go on floss; ball where it cost
Smile for the cameras, take your shirts
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why
His life was took at such an early
on by another kid named Jay
Jay was poppin' junk to Gene at a party
Sent him home in a body bag
Word to mother, that kid Jay was in pain
And Gene got
It's the Roc! Wooo!
Nike Airs is right (check)
My bucket is low (check)
My Rocawear is fittin' incredible
Fuck it, I guess I got my swagger
vacation"
[Snoop Dogg]
I was just thinking to myself man
Y'know this Blue Carpet Treatment record is deep to me
And I need to let my peoples know how
The Mic Tour, 50 Cent, jay Z
That's what everybody talkin' 'bout
In the street, you know what I mean
Ashanti, what's the matter baby? You lookin'
Like
Yeah, if you not for squealing and for spilling the
(Ya'meen)
The streets is watching the apple rotten like
(Ya'meen)
Yeah, plus the B.B. hot
1, 2 why'all (y'all) uh {I'M DANCIN!}
Yea... Yea... Yea
[Jay-Z]
Uh Oh..
Raps in trouble, HOV bout to double back
And lock the streets
can do
But wear your hear upon your sleeve
My mind is going
A little crazy knowing
You’re coming home tonight
I can’t help smiling at strangers
mailbox, I get letters from my cause
and every week said he wanna hit the streets
But he never struck a deal cause his mouth will never squeal
Put some
a room at the top of the heart of the ghetto
Where the gypsy's been and gone
Oh see them watching
Oh streets always watching
They're a watching
W-Balls, it's your main man DJ E-Z Dick
About to unleash another one of those platinum plus hits
And the word is on the streets, and the word is
the truth because the truth is sickening
So I just leave the pigs in the pigpen
I'm sure the devil's got him a big grin
Watching my head spin with moral
glory and fame.
Beat by beat, hit the street, beat by beat.
The fire is burning, the hearts are inflamed.
The magical power can never be tamed.
Beat by
see you shopping, I roll up by Dollar Tree
I'll sock your eye (sock your eye)
Dr. B, this is what I prescribed
A Taser to your face
I'm shocking guys
indicted, had to fade to black (black)
Wasn't locking up, told 'em bring it back
Got more songs with Jay-Z than Biggy Smalls (facts)
Half a mill'
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
on the way
It was just the four of us uptown corners
Peabody street venturing off Georgia
I never hugged no corner
That is not an ice-cream
Truck that's
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
(Jay-Z)
Pass the dutchie if you was ill
Take one to the grizzill
Tell me what you fizzill
It's like a complicated puzzle unravelin', mind travelin',
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