Lyrics:
Kid Capri and Jay-Z)
It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, uh-huh
'Cause I'm like that yo
I'm really like that (c'mon yeah)
As a youngin dumbin, gun in
to the Blue-ah-Print-ah tres piece, Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Rasclaat when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I could see the sky
money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, smoking my weed
Counting my money, bumping Jay Z, Jay Z, Jay Z
20 minutes go by, this nigga run out
I ain't
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
would amount to nothin'
That I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence
Or be silenced by a gunman
I could just hear the folks now, "He
of dreams
With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines
Where the fuck is Jay-Z
Goddamn traffic is gettin on my nerve
I see your face by the curb
[Chorus]
Meiple,
Imma treat ya like a lady
you will be my pretty baby,
we can spend all my money baby,
cheek to cheek girl, me I play (meiple)
(x2)
(Jay-Z
[Chorus]
Meiple,
Imma treat ya like a lady
you will be my pretty baby,
we can spend all my money baby,
cheek to cheek girl, me I play (meiple)
(x2)
(Jay-Z
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
Make the song cry like Jay-Z (Nas)
On the come up like AZ (Nas)
Make the song cry like Jay-Z (Nas)
On the come up like AZ (Nas)
Make the song cry
"Sigel was the name that they gave me"*}
{*"Allow me to reintroduce myself" - Jay-Z*}
[Beanie Sigel]
It's the Broad Street Bully I'm number one
was at home eating clementine
I got all these problems like I'm Jay-Z but he 60 (uh)
Nobody to guide me, hope this label never trick me (uh)
To keep
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Father When i was a Child
Kendrick Lamar Hiphop Man, Jay Z , Nas , Puff, U know, These guys Showed me
'cause he's really all I need
Hook
**Check out the Jay-Z and Beyonce version too!!
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
Jesus in the back,
Conformity’s the function of celebrity,
Pumping up the volume,
So you leave feeling like Jay-Z,
But simultaneously lay-z,
So if you
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
replace 'em with another one
You had to see she keep calling me Big (and another one)
And my name is Jay-Z
She was all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
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?
(Jay-Z)
Pass the dutchie if you was ill
Take one to the grizzill
Tell me what you fizzill
It's like a complicated puzzle unravelin', mind travelin',
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
the singin' let's get right tonight mami
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under
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