Lyrics:
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Returned to school by lunchtime, like "Nigga what now? "
And today we in the club like, "Nigga, what now? "
Ya better look down
Cause Uh
I know you see em
or might pop this pill
Stock markets just crash, now I'm just a bill
History don't repeat itself it rhymes, 1929, still
Write like Mark Twain, Jay Gatsby,
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the thirteenth
Jay-z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it right, I'm
Roc a whole nation you'd think that I'm jay z (uh)
I know this lil hoe gone hate me (uh)
Water these diamonds seal team they navy(uh)
Ran off this
He said I'm my brothers keeper, we all we got
Been years now since Fella Roc spent the block
He was one of first to make the Port pop
Pyrex in the pot,
Hill can really make it out
Like Jay Z before 4:44 Reasonable Doubt
Shackled to the same cycle as my folks
When I was 16 I was feeling old
Now I'm 21
Jay-Z and short dog at these hoes again
The kinda niggas that'll take a square bitch around the corner
Put this pimp game on her
I don't fuck with
, than your parernts do yearly
My ring so silly, my ice so silly
The roc's on my watch makes the hatas wanna kill me
The hundred round drum on my
these streets ain't mine
Like the Roc don't mean something, glock won't lean something
A yo like I won't pop up in fifty shot machine something
Hit
I'm rollin with Roc-a-Fella man
Cause they got money man, heh heh
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah
Yeah, Stevie J nigga
Throwing the past away to my face better revenate yeah
J.Brown always laying back can't catch me in the paint yeah
Zombie by my ear
By my ear Z
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
Dinner with jay-z is the topic
Sitting down with Hov and then i lock it
Got my invite roc nation brunch
That means i'm about to go meet jigga man for
forget
That boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Proud to be locked by the force
Tryin’ to hustle some things that
Go
Amil-lion (Yeah) just played ya style
(You dealin wit), nigga
[Jay-Z]
The, the Roc, the the, the Roc
(Let me talk to ya'll niggas real quick)
The, the Roc
[the Jay-Z and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O'Neal's "No Love Lost"]
what the hell...what the hell...
check check check check it out
what
sucker for love
Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove
I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh Jay-Z
the bed,
Dog gon' jus' pop off her head (you know what is is)
Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead"
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas don't want it with us man
Roc-a-bye, baby, homicide, baby
That's more tear drops, call me crybaby
What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms
serious
We just n****z getting money, f***ing all the b****es
And life and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handle his
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
Compares 2 U"
4:13 Shawnna - "Gettin' Some" (which samples "Blowjob Betty" by Too Short (which samples "Ring the Alarm" by Tenor Saw))
4:32 Jay-Z - "Big
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
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