Lyrics:
up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never
you was coked up.
By my z'd up, whatever the fuck; who gives a fuck? You get fucked.
My coalition specialises in collision.
The clash
Eminem to Snoop Dogg
B.I.G. and Nas, Mya, Pras
Jay-Z, Rockafella, Kanye West
Beanie Segal was barely legal
Young Jeezy!
Round 2005 Game brought the west
vagina, discussin' the finer things
My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen
Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream (uh)
on to the next
The beat made by Goat, Z-O-6 And I'm riding The coast
I'm finna get rich, so let's have a toast She can't Even breath cause my dick in her throat
get it like Jay-Z
I need my money, lil' nigga (my money, my money, my money)
Run it, lil' nigga,
We don't play no funny shit, nigga
Run in with guns
Had me changing my mind
That was way before Drake
Blew up back in '09
Wayne was back in '08
Jay was signing Kanye
I was bumping Tech N9ne
Game
for a real thug
This is not a game
I'm from Compton too, shoutout to Game
Give me a pair of shoes
Finna skydive off the peak of my career
Though it's
drivin' them crazy
Party
From heavy drinkin'
to club-hoppin'
Hey listen
Fabulous talk
that real talk
Wayne talks
gangs
Jay-z's talkin' money mayne
and (Kan)
Right here in the game, swear I'ma win
Fresh out the pen, ain't going back there again
My baby mama no drama, said she don't need me to spend
Told
Jay my brodie my boy I wish you'd keep talking yo shit
But I gotta do the mic dirty like the beats that I make
When I'm feeling myself and shit
Made it
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
the scene they just know who we are
Money gone break a family apart
Started with nothing got it by myself
I still walk around with the glock on my belt
I been
Cheeks, Freaky Tai
Pretty Pretty Lu, Spiggy Spig Nice Say
1 for the money
2 for the Lie
3 for my peoples in the struggle gettin by
4 Lu, Spig
y'all can't even hate
My number and email, it's on the page
If you need referrals, come holla at Jay
Come step by my office, it's like 3 steps away
You
niggas straight into a heart attack
Life is like a relapse
Can you see that?
My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat
Dark night, dark skies
Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' paper make me feel like
Let me see all of my gangsters come up in Chi-Town
Let me
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
and bougie be throwin' pills back
All up on my dick like "Jay Woods tell me where the pills at"
I live by a different code
Movin' different, different money I
Hmmmmmm, nahhhh cap
I'm just hoping on that day
They can hear me rap
Don't be startled by the tears
If you see me cry
I roll a jay a day
Just to get me by
I
into my words I might never get out
But that's simply not what this about
I do this for the version of myself that was lost
And that alone justifies
compare me to Jay-Z
I pop my collar, hollar
All about the drama blowing scama
Pockets stay filled with that good marijuana
But you lames hating
Cause
got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
Jay-Z taught me money ain't
got what he had comin'"
Now that my eighth album's comin'
Everybody smilin' wantin' somethin'
Claimin' that they done somethin' for 'em
Got they Jay
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