Lyrics:
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
I talk shit like Mayweather cause
I know I'm way better
I'm a beast like Della Reese
I'm on a grind all the
Time I ain't never sleep
I eat Jay-Z for
Remix
I'm sorry I ain't
I ain't get right back at'cha niggas
I've been a little busy with this Dynasty shit
But uh got my mind right, money been
[Ja Rule]
The world's most dangerous DJ
Cluemanati!!!
Get ready Queens it's dat real shit
Holla
[Jay-Z]
Yeah yeah
Hovah Hovah
We takin ova
the crowd move, but we not makin' no G's, and that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from
Bathing Apes
And ain't nobody tryin' to take Beyonce from Jay
But I know a bitch named Superhead he fucked back in the day
The things niggas do when pussy
leaking
Aight, back to my man Jay-Z here
(Jay-Z) as soon as I grab it
I eat it up like a savage
And no I don't have it
I get it together like a marriage
(AAOOOWWWW!) it's so rock and roll
Jay skateboarder
I be the king of the Roc
There is none higher
Fuck 'Jay-Z' - y'all should call me sire
I won't
DJ Clue
(Jay-Z)
New Shit
(Uh, huh, check it out now)
Road Dawgs
Amil, Eve, Da Brat
(Amillion, E-V-E)
Jay-Z
First Lady, check it out, uh yo
Don't
Haters nigga, Sqad Up nigga
Fuck JAY-Z, nah my nigga, I
Fucks wit' JAY-Z, sorry
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck JAY-Z, no no no, I
Fucks wit'
that his books was on
And three months later that nigga came home too
Ain't no limit to this shit cause now his dream's coming true
I'ma keep riding
he got his towel on
I ain't at the moon
And get my howl on
Some niggas cry wolf, i'm on that dry cush
And when it comes to that paper i stack books
What it is, nigga bow down, bow down,
Nigga show some love, ain?t no hoes in ta us
We can swing the bus, we can share some blood,
Blood blood,
can block it but I'm a still get in
This ain't a TKO in the first
But it's some shit from a nigga in black it's much worse
Than a beat from Tyson cuz
off in a rival hood, you rather be arrested
If you didn't have no straps you couldn't wear your necklace
Niggas hand around your throat, that's
nothing , getting played by the niggas getting head, for the
Change,
My lead wanta spray and your dead with decay, they ain't ready for the raidpay heavy
stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who, and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler
It just so happens
is cla-hassic yeah oohhh
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
I could play Janet and you could play J.D.
If you like Beyonce you could play Jay-Z
Check for
shit cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it
You wanna be Jay-Z? Nigga you just a fucking puppet
Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so bitch I had
Or sanitarium, what are you
Crazy? Jay-Z'll bury 'em
I'll get you drug out the club
They'll have to carry 'em
Go ahead, bug out, I'll Raid, nigga, scurry
Worry,
wanna read the fine print
I'm the king, nigga, no denyin' that (uh uh)
But nevermind that, just a solid nigga tryna find solutions to the generation
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
feels like I have a fuckin’ jukebox on
You niggas ain’t hot, you niggas lukewarm
And I had swag ever since I was born
And every car I drive, yes it must
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
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