Lyrics:
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
Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show
My dough flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z the icon, baby, you like Dom?
Maybe this Cristals'll change
[Jay-Z]
What, tssh, y'all, what
Jigga, uhh uhh uhh, uh-huh
Pa-pa, uhh, pa-pa, uhh
The G, Roc-A-Fella y'all
Who be, in a Japanese restaurant, eating
but to make it fair, get some more niggas
Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggas (aight?)
Y'all niggas best to stop playin'
It'll be
of all, you know I bang 4's (4)
Never met JAY-Z, but in my hood I'm like Hov (Roc)
Everyday a holiday, my lifestyle goals (goals)
Everything right in
[Jay-Z]
Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron]
Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.
Roc-A-Fella make wit The Tank
Even without the airplay platinum off of heresay
It's your year Jay get off my dick
Been my year, you talkin to a winner here
found in the alley
Nas and jay-z they were still homies
Squash the beef with ja rule and 50
Benzino shook hands with eminem
And on the same record I
to see me, beats fuck up ya hooptie
Suburbans, Benz or the two seats
Major numbers the first week
[Chorus + Jay-z]
[Jay-Z]
Uh, come on with it,
never got found in the alley
Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies
Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50
Benzino shook hands with Eminem
And on the same
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
gonna lay you down
But I'm a gangster, G's don't get turned out
I heartbreak 'em like Jay-Z
[J.D.]
See I dun it all
[R.O.C.]
Wait
And I'm'a keep
D-Roc for a biggie
Pussy-ass lil' rap niggas
I fucked with real trap niggas
Pop star, icon
But I send niggas come snatch niggas
I'm with EBK, you
to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy (haha)
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down
dare get in the way, we smash, scrape scrape
It's real like that, you know what I mean?
Follow, yo, yo, yo
(Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all)
[Jay-Z] Gun
get off my dick
I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks
The world's most dangerous clique R-O-C mind right, bitch
I got my mind right, money
a pre---nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with
Feeling So Def Jam
Like Jay Z Got Me Feeling So Champy
Like Jay Z Got Me Feeling So Dandy
Verse 1
Big dawg
King on birth
10 pounds
8 ounce
December 4
wanna be mine I need some money
If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me
Verse Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant
and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarella
I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no
are-O-see
We got another one
(They'll Never Take Me Alive!!!)
[Verse Four - Jay-Z]
Now its no turnin back, its like a gat
Once you pull it dog you
[Jay-Z:]
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
(I'm kina lovin that)
Can I kick it?
Yes you can
Can I
Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy (haha)
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down
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