Lyrics:
can't miss this on beat.
Me and Jay-z were cooler than ?
Seen an all world cover girl
Hey lady I'm sorry if you're in a rush
Don't let me hold ya
to chase me (Ha-ha)
What are you, pit, rott, mixed?
Or you just got fixed, well, shit, then, let's lip-lock
If not then, chicks, piss off, you snobby little
than wasted talents
And mine is overflowing by the gallons
All I'm lacking is some balance
I'm listening to the radio I'm hearing Jay-Z
The only
boy
Baby, you got to make me see
You got to show me what you're tellin' me
You told me about your fancy cars
You told me all your friends were
money I’m there if you pay me
I’m tryna run it up different like Jay-Z
I seen homicides so this shit doesn’t phase me
You black or you white but your
worse, you similar to Jay-z's album, God gave me the GIFT, and gave you the CURSE.
the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety nine problems but
the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got ninety nine problems but a bitch ain't one, hit me
Ninety nine problems but
advice and when he can't say shit
My hatred is fueled just give me a sign
And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?
You belong to the city
jokers with their Charlie Chaplin slapstick
I'm done, that's it
Hey, hit me up when what you preach is exactly what you practice
Kids on blog sites,
advice and when he can't say shit
My hatred is fueled just give me a sign
And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?
You belong to the city
and Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Then she got left emotionally scarred, Lil' Baby
I make this money, this money don't make me
Gotta chase money cah pussy don't pay me
got it
Rakim "No Joke" cuz I'm honest
Just like a phone to the Amish
Never seen us fold bitch I'm poppin (POPeye)
Baby that's real, tell me how you feel
know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
tell you somethin, (what, what)
The real killers, they're standin right over there
Waitin for you to act like a killer, so they can kill you
Yo Sedeck,
more records but son sucked
Call me washed up, yeah, talk about me
I sound like me, you sound like Jay-Z
Duke, speak breezy, I come and touch you
Kid, I
a girl
You fuck with me I change your world Like fuck the ring like fuck them pearls
I show you what's love No you ain't never giving up (Love)
These
of doubt
Even when you bitches are counting me out, and I appear to be down for the count
Only time I ever been out and about is
Driving around town with
I got angels watchin' me from the other side
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you
open
Give em one last chance to floss the gold and the clothes
I slice throats if you bite flows, casket is closed
You think that you can fuck with me
[Hook: Roscoe Dash]
Oh
Everywhere I go I
Dress up and I go out
I got lots of gwalla, let me show you how I show out
Everywhere I go I
Dress up and I
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you
disrespected they set
Aww no, Dogg ain't this y'all
I got couple relatives up off of Crenshaw
This is about me and Simon, not me and y'all
I got love for
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