Lyrics:
still doing that time, then say, "Fuck them feds"
Nigga gon' get this lead or he gon' give me my bread
I ain't really got no credit but a nigga keep
Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
Say you got guns, then bring that shit
Say you got ones, then bring that shit
choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H.,
folks, ecstasy capsules
Presidential scandals, everybody move
Two words, Mos Def, K West, hot shit
Calm down, get back, ghetto people got this
Game
[Common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?
(You say you got
choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H.,
the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha,
like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
Thank you for
Don't hit me with that church shit
(Bitch) I got a sister who schooled
Me to shit you chickens do tricking fools
Got a whole Robin Givens crew
That I kick
But you don't know all of it
Especially since the story's not over and a
New instalment just came out heading into
This weekend, as Jay-Z uses
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
My motto is simply I will not lose (I will not used)
Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used
Wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it?
(let me warm it up for ya)
[Jay-Z]
Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's number one hustler (Sean Carter)
Don't call it
to chase behind my weed
If I can stay in her hair forever, that'd be fine by me
I don't have no concept of time
Even with a rose gold Concept on me
I
rid of them guys
J-A, baby, baby, please give me Ps
Baby baby, with crazy ease
While Jay Z get crazy cheese
I take a break then I slay
Never bring in my
love all you motherfuckers, just want to hear you spit
Dropped my last shit, the whole wide world applauded it
Game still ain't give me my credit so
I'm takin this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise
Basics in the basement, waste it
Asking my dog for advice so
hear it
At least you can brag to ya friends back at the gig"
But he got me out my mama crib
Then he help me get my mama a crib
Big brother was
West off
I dropped my new shit, it sound like the best of
A&R's lookin' like, "Pssh, we messed up"
Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up
Bottle
right inside, straight pimpin
Dip, hit the strip, I take another sip, then
Kick back and count my bank, yeah, I got dank
Straight skunk, that shit that
[Jay-Z]
Yeh, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin like this {*funny sounds*}
been a career asshole
I don't see why these people always got my back
I done said so much fucked up shit, I was born a mistake
But I was put here not
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
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
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