Lyrics:
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,
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
Like your name is Missy Elliot
My name is Fantasia Burrino, and what I can give you
Is Fantasia Burrino
Holla at ya girl
2005 woo
Wake up
(me, nigga)
Filthy motherfuckers, I'll show you what real be
When these HTB's light up your kidneys (woo)
I'm so sincere, you're seein' a hearse this
me, what you, want from me
Tell me.. (I am the one)
What you want from me? Not guilty
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, okay, you on my radar, I got you too bitch
[Chorus: x2]
[Jay-Z]
I see you got a lot to get off your chest
Coat, blouse, bra-don't talk me to death
Like murder's on your mind mami, off the dress
(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',
[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, y'all nigaas finished yo
Is y'all niggas finished
Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh
You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all
Like I ain't 5 mill, and what did you do though?
Excuse me? Nigga don't confuse me
I ain't one of you rappers who got a deal
I'm one
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)
keep calling me BIG
And my name is Jay-Z
She be all on my dick
Gradually I'm taking over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you
"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
and I got it hard
All praise be to God, fuck a bodyguard
Show my ass, won't pull up my pants, let me do my dance
Show my ass, won't pull up my pants,
here
To give y’all the truth
Jay Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain’t calling me! Jay
Z, call me! Aye, bruh, I
Know you got killers
Please don’t send them
So what up Jay? Shit nothing but the money
What you trying to say?
More fifties more hundreds
Who you trying to be? Who I already is
King of my city,
Yeah
So I guess this is what it is, huh?
Think it's obvious
We ain't never gonna see eye to eye
But it's funny
As much as I hate you
I need you
Jam Master Jay, I'm D.M.C.)
So here's Run
It's time for we to cease (So what?)
So rhymers speak your peace
Why? Cause you can't touch (Jam Master
moms got out of surgery
Wasn't even in town
Shows and after parties what I've been 'round
Finding out the news late
Imagine how that shit sound
Sit
Maybach back seat
Into the Hotel De'Paris
I ain't gotta go
Down to the go-go
You got a private show that's like Magic City
I got stacks of fifties
I
that's what we'll yell out, yell out
You know the name do I gotta spell out or tell 'bout
J-A-Y, and 'Ye so shy
That he won't even step to his idol
me at the award show
Eatin' popcorn in the back row
Catchin' Z's with my hat low
No nominations, but it's cool though
Oh God
You might see me in
not him then you got it confused, why'all not remembering,
My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules,
I buy my glock used, wit
candy, meant to melt in my mouth
I know you got plenty, baby you the shit
Now what you working wit candy meant to melt in my mouth
I know you got
got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
Jay-Z taught me money ain't
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