Lyrics:
choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H.,
wanna bye them thangs
I get 'em half-price 'cuz papi know my name
Call me, Jay to the mmwwaa
And everything you got in your livin room, I got in my car
up
These niggas can't beat me so they team up
Gone off lean I can't even lean up
I'm running this shit I done hurt my femur
He think he the one I know
nigga want beef, we can do him like steak
And I fucked every bitch A to Z, like Jay
And I walk on the stage, take over like ye
And I keep me a Kim, yeah
featuring Jay Z
[M.Bleek]
That's right Up front and personal
[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I
better than Hov
But that shit's real funny to me
Jigga man, ya heard
Yo, yo dA act like he had a starvin' for Jay
If they lock me in a cage, yo party
can't shake me
Tell the truth hoe i'm amazing
Is that why you tryna save me yea
Baby i'm too solid you can't break me yea
You can be beyoncé to my jay z
me crazy
i wanna have your baby
[Jay-z]
yeah bitch, i heard this all before
yeah bitch, i heard this all before
[Jay-z]
i thought you ain't like rap
left and right
Got sippers
Yeah they support me
Fake friends
I need them out my sight
I'm not Oprah the way that I do shit
You get a bag and you get
me a show
Bad bitch foreign she invite me to her Château
My jays do damage like The Sith
I just wanna go to sleep but I'm tripping like shit
Sobriety
pipe dreams
So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean
Attract money, my worst color is light green
My favorite hue is Jay-Z Blue
Don't
So what up Jay? Shit nothing but the money
What you trying to say?
More fifties more hundreds
Who you trying to be? Who I already is
King of my city,
of names
A couple to my face, you know
Sometimes they call me Jay-Z
Sometimes they call me Jigga
Sometimes they call me Young Hov', Iceberg
Tonight I'm
hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib
Big brother was
hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib
Big brother was
of 9
11 feeling like November 9th 'Cuz I
I got that shit that makes Rick Ross go (Huh)
Make Jay-Z go (Yup) make Kanye Go (haah?)
I know you're at a loss
for me?
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z
deal, had a nigga shit crazy (yeah)
Type of money make your man go crazy (yee)
Nigga, in my neighborhood I'm Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Two times, uh, uh (uh-uh), I
on your head
Your bed is soaking wet
Jay z you can suck my nuts
Jay z your wife got a big butt
Oh
Oh
Get out the way jay z
Leave my slothy alone or im finna
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac
'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in
It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac
And these beats ain't the only thing blastin'
Shit, that's if your askin'
I'm focused man
My drives Richard Petty
I'm Jay-Z, Jermaine Dupri big time ready
I
for me?
Pull up in a Demon, on God (God)
Lookin' like I still do fraud (fraud)
Flyin' private jet with the rod (rod)
This that Z shit, this that Z
niggas cannot faze me
I got 99 problems, got me feeling like I'm Jay z
Can't see through the smoke, my visions getting hazy
I ain't ready to be no father,
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