Lyrics:
ticka-ticka-ticka like Jay-Z
I'm slim shady with rabies
Nasa one, bout to go crazy
Like McGrady in the fourth
This gonna be unforgettable like Sway Lee
I was last,
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
[Chorus: x8]
The king back!
Ay, man y'all n****z got me way too f***ed up, you understand that?
What you need to do is homeboy
You need to go back
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)
[Freeway]
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, y'all nigaas finished yo
Is y'all niggas finished
Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh
You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
stage by a gay crowd (not Drake)
It was them Tyler, the Creator fans, he was on Flex show rappin' 'bout fuckin' a man (weirdo)
Casanova had that "So
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
[Jay-Z]
...back again & back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again
As a youth I used to hold the weed up
old heads said I
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
by the projects while a nigger hollar
[Jay-Z]
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty young thing
Rap
Grew up watchin' Master P and
Baby on the TV screen, yeah
I had to hustle
My family full of dope fiends (Damn, man)
Years go by, I'm eighteen, nineteen
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
you mention Pac, Biggie or Jay Z
Don't forget Weezy, baby
Hey, Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter (Amen)
Tell me, where have you been? Where have you been?
peace to you yeah, like for real uh huh
Jay-Z you know how they do that shit
Man, you got your words on the library you see
Yeah uh huh all up and down
on drop, give a fuck if with your mama
When it's on, it's on, pop you like a bottle of Patrón
Then lay back with a bitch, nigga this is westside Jay 3-0
Check spit that dope shit bitch I'm John gotti
Cold body I don't fear nobody
Keep that pole by me
So grimey labels won't sign me
Cause they know
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
[Jay-Z]
Sigel, Sigel y'all
Jigga, Jigga y'all
What
Nah homie, I can't take your take demo
I don't got no pockets
What
Nah man
of herbs and profit if niggas wanna smoke dope (uh)
But keep your nuts 'cause this is a man's game
And we'll all pop champagne till it's a damn shame
In
deadass?
You ain't fucking me
You've been fucking my interest
Build like a brick house I should probably invest
Jay-Z of my community I aspire decisions
here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars
50, um, Jay-Z and Nas
I'ma say this shit now and never again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners
ain't with that cool shit, I'm with that ra-ra
JAY-Z wouldn't battle Nas if Nas killed Ty Ty (he wouldn't)
Pookie rollin' over in his grave, you got him
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