Lyrics:
[Intro: Jay-Z]
Whut the Fuck?
Niggaz, Ya'll Ready for this
Bitches, Ya'll ready for this
Ha, alright. Let's bounce
[Verse 1: Jah Rule]
I'm startin'
sent
Here to give y'all the truth jAY-Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain't call me
JAY-Z, call me, ay bruh jAY-Z
I know you got killers
Please don't send 'em
[Intro - Jay-Z]
Yes!
It's so crazy right now!
Most incredibly, it's ya girl, Bee,
It's ya boy, young.
[Intro - Beyonce:]
You ready?
Uh oh, uh oh, uh
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
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
(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
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
[HOOK (variations)]
Kick a little something for
of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay-Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull
built by suburban
N****z around lookin like they nervous, I see 'em
N****z around me want to rob him and leave him
But I'm partyin tonight for one
premature
Shit went sour after Jay-Z left
But they didn't care
I was glad Jay-Z gave me respect
See I was young, fast forward
Hot dollah had the streets
featuring Teflon and Jay Z
Lil' Fame:
Seventy five
Raised on a strip called here brotha hill
Where guns pop and cops get
holdin' wit music rollin' in the gold infinite
[Jay-Z]
We keep it raw & uncut for all the niggas and hoes
The first time you sniff it
It might hurt
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
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
caught up in these streets, Need you to save me
Why can't we go up like Beyonce and Jay-Z?
I tote a strap, cuz some these weirdo niggas hate me
And I can't
(Intro 1 - Killah Jay)
Hello?
Bro I told you to leave me alone, stop calling me, stop texting me
No, what you said really did hurt
You know I’m not
mopping guys
No spring cleaning either (No, either)
Your favorite rapper a diva
Your favorite rapper will get Ether'd
Like Jay-Z
If you ever try to play me
dem Rockefeller-Kreis so wie 'ne Jay-Z-LP
Ballern auf Opferrapper Blei, immer noch A.C.a.b.
Mehr Money als Saudi-Araber, ich bang' deine Frau auf
[Jay-Z]
Turn the lights even lower!
Hova
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all
[DMX]
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
[Jay-Z
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
Mind your business bitch stop meddling
Oops daisy better than Jay-Z
You fugazi
Didn't want gravy
Beef
Shakey
Lookin all Haiti
I demand you never
Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
How could you play me
Huh
Real gangster bitch can't be no lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But how could you blame me
Woo
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