Lyrics:
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
The sheer sincere rap engineer's here
And wherever I go yo
You know my man Jay's near
More than up to par
Styles indicate who we are
Like
Mr. Mixx:
Ghetto Style Dee-Jays!
{Don't touch that stereo!}
{Ghetto} {Bass}
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
What's up, party people, we're back again
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
You are now about to witness the strength
Hip-Hop
EPMD
LL Cool J
Run DMC and Jam Master Jay
Kool G Rap
My life, my life, my life>
gotta come and
Make that pick up
Dog, I hit your block in a pick-up
Jay Rock I'm me, a lion, a man, a
I do it by myself
With a hook and an uppercut
Doctor
I trust that everyone is enjoying the music
As the title of the album suggests
This was meant for your listening pleasure
While you are being done
Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They'll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie
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
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
[Jay]
One two, one two, and I say
I go by the name of Jam Master Jay
And the Hollis Crew, we here to stay believe that
[D.M.C.]
Hey, as we let
who we are)
Oh, oh-oh, ay
So the dee jay started changin' up the beat (ooh)
I was movin', I could feel it in my feet (ooh)
And the girl, she took
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
[Chorus]
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When y'all want heat we provide it, ride it
'Til the wheels
the building
Yeah baby, young Carlie, yeah baby
Shout out A
Shout out Jim and kick your fcking ass
Russian Intelligence
Man, shout out my nigga R Jay!
Shout out
on by another kid named Jay
Jay was poppin' junk to Gene at a party
Sent him home in a body bag
Word to mother, that kid Jay was in pain
And Gene got
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
Jay
Bro-brother Marquis
Bus-bust a rhyme
Extra extra, hear all the bad news
About the whacky-whack emcees and the ones like you
Because I've done
to the Grammy Awards, ha ha
You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You wouldn't get far, if you kept your
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
featuring Jay Z Jermaine Dupri
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit cause we are the shit
Never looked back since we started it
When ya'll want heat
There's your ticket out the ghetto
Take flight right here
Sell me you go bye bye here, " damn!
There's a different set of rules
We abide by here
You need
a new Too $hort tape
And hes spitting pimp game with his homeboy Jay
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
We talk shit, cause we are the shit
Never looked back
the police
Dear Ms Canter, please come quickly, something’s very bad
Jay was just found, in the school ground, by another lad
He’s unconscious by some
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