Lyrics:
that go with the Porsche
Feelin' no remorse, feelin' like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the Lord, nigga grippin' my balls
Stab the ladies they
people
My music bangin like vatos locos got rap in a choke hold
And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland
Cállate la boca, my baby
All I wanna
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
these hoes
I'm worth 20 mil nigga, got 100 to go
If it was 5, it's half, it's bigger than O
I been a partner with LA Reid and Jay Z
I'm still hangin'
[Redman]
Whatcu crazy??!!?
Since a buck tooth baby, Doc
Is like straight fuck you pay me like Jay-Z
Lazzy Niggas complain
Doc load up
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck Jay-Z")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my
Pointed at him then I said
Man, you ain't gettin' money without me
(No, no, no)
Nigga, you ain't gettin' money without me
(No, no, no) somebody tell Puff
[Jay-Z]
...back again & back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again
As a youth I used to hold the weed up
old heads said I
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
Nigga
Just you and me
Fuck around
Catch bullet from me
Cause There ain't no fuckin' around
Whenever the I-N-C is in town [3x]
[Verse 2: DMX]
(Dog
instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer than lobby's of W's
A disclaimer just a rhymer, no credentials from a school
In my Fall of Rome jeans, my Head
now I'm running the map bitch, I'm here nigga
Picture lil' ol' me giving a fuck from what a fuck nigga gotta say
Nigga you never be Jay, never be Nas,
it's private
Damn, I hate a shy bitch
Don't you hate a shy bitch?
Yeah, I ate a shy bitch
She ain't shy no more
She changed her name to My Bitch
niggas how it's supposed to be done
G-Bo gator, you know I ain't no hater
I'ma holla at you later
Tic toc don't stop big East slap rock
Remember Boot,
that go with the Porsche
Feelin' no remorse, feelin' like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the Lord, nigga grippin' my balls
Stab the ladies they
We're back at center court here
At Reebok invitational brought to
You by Jay-Z's S dot Carter tennis shoe set
That's right John i hear
They're
Nas and Jay-Z
Eminem, Mase, Biggie Smalls and me
Now if you was my girlfriend
You don't need no guyfriend
He could get his head bust
Nigga ain't my
Ayo Jay word up, these motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets green
Ayo Jay word up, these motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets green
niggas hate, I swear for God I'm on a brand new level
I don't do no flags, I put my live on the instrumental
I shoulda been a Rockstar 'cause I really be
Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids
Not I
One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason
Ain't no slugs gon' be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin'
I'm feeling like a black Democrat
Barack Obama the only nigga that can catch Osama
Spray lambas and get good head and fuck fly bitches with no
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
Chorus: 2xs
[Jay-Z] (Amil)
Where my hoes in this house who
Hold they niggas down who
Roll hard, why'all my road dawgs
(Hey)
Where my ladies in this
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