Lyrics:
the trial of
(I'm gone)
The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.K.a. Jay-Z
(Uhh, uh huh uh, uhh, uh huh uh, uhh)
Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
should be hanging with Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot, lady
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out,
Persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like
verse, or that Jay Z
Ayo his verses were crazy, on that "Renegade" beat
But I ain't never bought no whole CD of Shady
And all I hear is pop tunes come
dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
[Jay-Z] -- first four lines overlap the section above
Can't fuck with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh
Doin' your best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That you're just fish in a pool of sharks, nigga
Listen, too many
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest
with?
Jay-hovah, 'fore I never got no play
Now these bitches want to give me more head than Sade
(Say what?) Crisp in the 6 withcha bitch parlayed
that's the context, yeah, baby, I'm conscious
Ain't no contest
If you like it, I love it, all your earth tones been blessed
Ain't no stress, jiggaboos
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I don't fuck with
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
[Fox] I can let him see or feel
[Jay-Z] Exactly
[Fox] Two gun totin', I seen dimes stole
[Jay-Z] Ain't nothin' gonna stop me and hon from rollin'
[Fox]
nigga
Ain't no stopping me homeboy i'm coming
Get with it or get lost
Roll with it or get rolled
The motherfuck over nigga
Skyzoo wassup my nigga
KDot
no
Shit if Big Pimpin
Is a sin then I rather not repent (preach)
Girl on the phone
You know I need my master back
Like Jay Z first album
Okay I got
twitch off Jay Z
Ho's in animal skirts get murked
Don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt (woo)
Don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar
that Drizzy bitch? (Yeah)
I'm with Nicki like (Yeah)
And these bitches be tellin' they niggas I'm crazy
Don't fuck with that nigga, he went at Jay-Z
the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under
in like a vacuum, I remember
Telling my family I'll be back soon, that was December
Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later
Got me wise still
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