Lyrics:
girl when you are (i was just frontin')
I'm ready to stop when you are
Jay-z, marshall, kartel and pharrell pha-real
Roc-a-wear apparel for real
dissin' Tech, that was not a shot at 2 Chainz or to Jay-Z
They probably feel the same way because lately
Instead of us being credited for longevity
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
Brooklyn! [Repeat: x4]
Brooklyn!
We go hard! [Repeat: x2]
[Chorus: Santogold]
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard! [Repeat: x8]
[Jay-Z]
This
the light
Oh
I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z
Now I feel like I'm runnin' laps around Jay-Z
Nas ain't seen nothing this nasty
B.I.G. & Pac got it coming
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
[Chorus]
[jay-z]
We'll always be togetha
No one can fuck you betta
Yeah nigga I heard this all before
Yeah nigga I heard this all before
Yeah nigga
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped
So you can hook and sling and slip
streets
You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep
Ain't no love lost, none taken, none given
Stressing how I'm living it, thinking when my
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,
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
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
I left them
Back and exact never wack no more jetset
Run made a return, D makin' me earn
Jay gotta play on the radio we burn
Hotter than a fire,
want money like Cosby" (who wouldn't?)
This the kinda talk that make me think you probably ain't got no puddin'
Niggas got them kinda dreams from Jay
Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
[Jay-Z]
Uh, yo don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she
Whatcu crazy
Since a buck tooth baby
Doc is like straight "Fuck you! pay me" like Jay-Z
Lazy niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay-Z's gonna stick
ball like a baby
Ball like J, but not Jay as in
Jay-Z, J as in Leno
'Cause I got a huge mansion
No, huge man chin, new Manson, loose cannon
Too
that are callin' me out by name
I got a reason to believe I ain't glory-bound anyway
And if you're readin' this letter, tell my mother and my brother
home
(Bitch) don't make me say it twice
You acting all up tight
All sidity like, like, like you ain't a
(Bitch) i ain't no ball player
You ain't gonna
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
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,
[Jay-Z]
[Scratchin] (Chi-chi, chi, chilly chill)
It's gangsta, turn the music up, uh, ch'eah
Yea, we back on that gangsta, gangsta shit
Shit,
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