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all in the end
Who's their next of kin?
She don't do drugs
She just sin
Another one gone
Hot news just in

Tote chrome
Tell a 4.4 ru it

Pedal

think of me when you think
Of jay-z think of kiss
Fif' or Em when you think
Of them think of this
I'm ma bout to go pick
Up this little stinky bitch

Gotta Make It to Heaven

DJ Revolution

Wake Up Show: Mix Archives, Vol. 3-4

2004

goin' again
First Z got murked, then Roy got murked
And homie still in the hood, why he ain't gettin' hurt?
I smell somethin' fishy, man, it might be

Gettin dirty-dirty down in south Alabama[00:17.14]Got my Chevy truck sitting up high[00:20.16]Z71, yea we do this just for fun[00:22.98]Got a sticker

Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the Colt
Andrew Luck with it
We had the rock, hit the block like what's up with it
Jay was in the Z, my

in that Mike shit
Always trying to bite shit
Do you even write shit
Ghetto rich like Jay Z

Hold up

Ghetto rich like Jay Z
Public school made me
Obama

I'm crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me

Shorty, I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be

nigga
Jay Z, Snoop, Dot, Nasty
I'm Dedicated Overly
The allure of my lingo
I ain't even got to pretend
I know what you are here for
Ain't got no 44

masz szczerych intencji to stul hałapę
Mam być 44 ha tylko po co
Rap wieszcze w Polsce mają tylko słowotok
Poczwórne rymy proste ha tylko po co
By

was still violent 
TIP was king of the south 
Master P then YMCMB 
Jay-Z was bringin' em out yeah

T.I. told me bring em out bring em out 
Jay-Z told me

still after me, brrt, brrt, brrt

See, I was payin' homage to Hov, I could never diss JAY-Z
Y'all know me better than that, I got real street beefs

Live by the Gun

Uncle Murda

Flockaveli

2010

shoulders off 
Jay-Z R.I.P. the Pimp C

(Uncle Murder Rap)

[Chorus]

When the nigga see me, you know that I got it on me!
Either that Desert Eagle

a pavilion
Three times for the beat when I killed it
Four times for my bro's in the building
I wanna be the dude when I'm older who gets looked up to by all

Guerilla Till I Die

Z-Ro

Look What You Did to Me

1998

Motherfuckers around had to be Christians
And I got a problem I suppose, but I know
I'm gon solve it with a 4-4, ten-six on fry
And I got 25's, hollin' I roll
But

before don't exist no more
Type of love that made Jay create the 4:44
Legacy, legacy is what I'm doing this for
You're the fifth in the mind of great

Filling bags up with cops
I'm in a six tre rag
And bitch it drag when it drop
13's and I drive em
Soak up my rag it ain't sock
I keep a 4-4 mag
And when I'm

Jay Z with the big rock
My backpack, that's hiphop
Bred elevens that's deadstock
And I'm invested in rare stock
Only fucking with the best thots
And I

nigga, ain't got shit to say
Four O's, a que, a half I sold a brick today aye
Only thing I ask a Jay is what he tryna pay

I'm Jay payin' all my niggas

as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
Hit me beat Fades Out

you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,

Ya
Riches on riches
Ya
My bitch a brat call me JD
Tryna get to billy like Jay Z
You jacking my drip fuck you pay me
100 's with a 100 Zs
Sucka we know

crazy
But I haven't been lazy
Put in work like jay z
Army not navy
Feed me like I'm zeke
Flows are never weak
Turn the other cheek
Before I go bruce lee

the best through my words can you blame me
Up at 4:44 don’t ever call me lazy
Been tryna be iconic like I'm Kanye to Jay z
They will always try but you wont

tu roz dimaag
Khush nahi hai tujhse baap tera kyuki pure din hai tu khaali haath
Bitch don't kill my vibe lately I've been feeling wavy
Likku 4:44 tak