Lyrics:
the night
You gotta walk towards the light, everything is aight
Make sure, everything you endure stays tight
Big Shaq, Lord Tariq, Jay-Z outta sight
but he can't afford me
Not even big ballers could score me Plus I could tell by his toes that he corny Celine everything would think they endorse me
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
Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
How could you play me
Huh
Real gangster bitch can't be no lady
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But how could you blame me
Woo
the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with
The wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records
More banks to split
Jay-Z
damn crew
And yes we don't settle
Yes I keep a gun
Cause a nigga don't scruffle
Yes I'm about chips
Big bag of the ruffles
Cash rule everything around me
to Wiz
Streat Dreams don't put me in the fridge
You a hossa, a greedy pig
Junior Mafia was eatin' wit Big
Jay let Bleek and 'em live
Nore got Capone
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
Not even the same league as Jay Z, Nas, Pac, Biggie or maybe
They'll name me somewhere down at the bottom, right after AZ
Or say he ripped that Biggie
the ROC, in ya area!"
You better warn ya folks
They hate to see a real clique, but now
[Chorus w/ (Jay-Z ad-libs)]
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
Highest paid
The B.A.G'z
The B.A.G'z
Hollywood Fos
Laady k, Cj Sweets
We only want the
Big
Ass
Grips
I'm not like you
You not like me
I came from the bottom
Now
try to play me (to play me)
Lil' shawty know a nigga from BK (BK)
But I'm tryna come up like JAY-Z (like JAY-Z)
Nothin' but love from my heart (love
down bad
I remember the days
Point guard Gp
I know how to make plays
Im bout my chips
Like a big bag of lays
Didn't think it would happen
Big bag don't mean everything wavy
I got 99 problems like Jay Z
Caught a felony judge tried to slave me
Lost my grandmother R.I.P Mavy
I got
came so much now I call her nutty butter
Listen my v I p two gees and change I'm on the balcony with jay z champagne Conversing with the rap artist whos
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
Perception - BIG JAY
"My peace
Ain't what you perceive "
(My Peace)
Could care less
What you perceive
You aint help me to achieve
The house
ahh-HAH, pimp shit
(It's that pimp shit) Big whips with full clips
Got mad chicks, on my dick
Ridin by, so say it loud, in your face!
[Chorus]
on em now we stackin up em chips
Rollin, rollin
Yea we smoking by the zip
Fuck around we gon' have to dig a ditch
Switch sides halftime shooting
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
Jay z issa big flex
Meek fuckin mill issa big flex
Tell yogatti he a big flex
Lil tunechi is my favourite
Yie yie
I just bought a benz issa big flex
still gotta feed
I got a bad lil bitch, OC
I got a Beyonce, nigga I feel like Jay Z
TLC, I'mma creep
We stepping in Loubs, like we got some blood on our
that Jay Did It
They call my homie sprinkler, if you walk by he spraying shit
Need a 3 5 in my wood, everyone think that they get it, I'm misunderstood
keep climbin', never declinin'
He gon' rock the nation like Jay-Z signed him
I be laid back but I'm done reclinin'
I'm never lazy boy
Just because you
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