Lyrics:
featuring Jay Z
[M.Bleek]
That's right Up front and personal
[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I
sent
Here to give y'all the truth jAY-Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain't call me
JAY-Z, call me, ay bruh jAY-Z
I know you got killers
Please don't send 'em
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
You know what the fuck time it is
I was seventeen, flexing with a AP (huh?)
Bitch, I had the blueprint, no Jay-Z (what?)
Pull up in a 'Rari like
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Jay-Z)
[Freeway]
Man if I get rocked, this shit for my kids nigga
It's that real shit...
[female singer, repeated throughout
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
Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
[Jay-Z]
Turn the lights even lower!
Hova
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigel
Roc-a-fella y'all
[DMX]
Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
[Jay-Z
premature
Shit went sour after Jay-Z left
But they didn't care
I was glad Jay-Z gave me respect
See I was young, fast forward
Hot dollah had the streets
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps at Jay-Z
And still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture,
I'm gonna do my own version.
“44 Four's” You ready? Start counting.
Fortunately for me, I'm a fan of Jay-Z,
I had “Reasonable Doubt” but he spoke
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'm coming on the scene 4:44 Jay-Z
All the Bad B's on me like JayDee
Money's going long like I was Brady
Ellie and Juice they used to Hate Me
Getting
loco
Trying to call the popo
That's a 44
With the no no
Chasin payday
With my nigga ray ray
Pulling up in the driveway
Rocking jay jays
Aye aye stop
on my life
With that knock off 8 mile shit
You could never be Eminem mother fucker
You aint lyrically inclined enough to be jay-z, NAS, b.i.g. or PAC
Like how I pursing me this pretty young thing about 21
The pussy so good I felt like I was under the gun
And son it was crazy how I had her jay z, up
backstage at my show
Spitting flame
Like it's 4:44
Shoutout Dre and Jay-Z
My inspiration these niggas did it
Before me
A real G
I'll be rolling With the OGs
basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)
[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain't as modest
C4 c4
And the CEO
Gucci Mane’s a G, G i’m tryna sell a P, P’s
From A to Z (From A to Z) you know about B
You know about B
You know I fuck with Wee
riches
Ayo, I'm Murphey Lee the
Schoolboy, the civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five
But six whores
For equality, Vokal, Cammy,
like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy
The civilized jewel boy
I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six whores
For equality, Vokal,
of a young Jay Z
I live by two phrases fuck you pay me
My pops saying fuck you lazy
So I gotta get up off this couch and get up out the house
Do a couple
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