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and Jay-Z
These niggas is bothered these critics be talking
We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from
But rather than singing non praise the dude
Rasie

a pair of Jay's my nigga leave you Z 

Here go the Blue Print 

You got a choppa why you standing around 

You ain't go shoot shit 

What kind of rapper

a drive-by
And I don’t even watch power, but I got 50 in this Tommy, send ‘em all high
And I’m a big dog, cant kick it with no small fries
Feel like Jay-Z, I

daily
Too turnt up I was feeling alright
I been talking to God now i'm feeling amazing
Doing the work and he finally saved me
444 Im blessed no Jay-Z

finna break da Scale dat mean more funds for me 
Only one of me 
I been ran through a 10 dat shit Wasn't nun to me 
Hottest Youngin throwing up da 4z Feel

fucked with Mitchy Slick down in Daygo
Young General these niggas gotta spray for
You fuck around and catch 20 out this Range Ro'
Mane that beef shit is

gon' make 'em hate me
That music, it saved me, I'm feelin' like Jay-Z
'Cause I had a hard knock life, now a nigga in the spotlight
I bet you a nigga

Everyday

M.O.P.

Warriorz

2000

no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh)
.. break it down!
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y`all

My Life

MC Eiht

Section 8

my life , my life , my life
Check it out

[ VERSE 2 ]
I've been in the street game since '86
With Mc's on gold D'z takin gangsta flix
Screamin : fuck

we aint cool
We on some jay-z shit talking big boy business
What you know about Morton's or Ruth
Nothing little broke ass nigga you loose
Go against my

she wanna eat on my cock, 
throw me a pass I'm run through the block,
DJ screw what I pour in the pop,
fish  scale what I cook in the pot, 
Jay Z I'm

and trap shit's gonna all flop
'Cause somewhere over G-Town
Cindy and Mama still in the golf cart
It's the Jay-Z uh
Uh
Haha
As the paper trail keeps

Could’ve bought your whole bitch and she was digging me 

Bitch thought that she gone find some gold 



Might just bend but I’ll never fold 

No Aint jay-z

harming our homie
(Gangsta shit)
A ty po niej sobie stąpasz
Mówisz "kurwa ale bomba"
A tam pali się Amazonia
Wyciskają ją do końca
Narażając Nasze płuca
Na

"Jockin' my fresh" - Jay-Z

[Verse 1:]
I'm on fire survival, admire you liar
Who hire, new tires, flew by you
New buyer, Brunier, the new sire
Each line, I

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

the church 
By the Am... you up in the dirt 
Cause When 9 drop a 30 pack 
Mob ties niggaz get whacked
On word... you getting clap
Jay z... niggaz fade to black

start coming
First it double turning into real money
Learned the value of a dollar when them bills start coming
I got 99 problems like I’m Jay-Z

can't quit, 'cause we on da grind [Daz (Kurupt)] Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-you-are-you-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know

i gotta move in silence
He a fake ass gangsta he ain't really riding
Lil jay let off two one hundred shots behind him
Ant like why we kill him shit i

rented
No bitch so you know I might hit it
New country think I might visit
New passport, old one filled it
New blueprint, 01 Jay Z
That's cap if a nigga

All I Ever Wanted

C-BO

Til My Casket Drops

1998

fuck that shit I want a twelve inch dick 
A Coupe a chrome and a money makin bitch 
Verse 1: see Bo 
A 'Lac front, back, man, I wish I had it 
In

wanna know if i’ll do it for my city
I don't know maybe, only if the people hype me like i'm Jay-z
I’m 514 to death but the YYC claim me
How many more day

bitches better get it right (yeah)

From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass