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levels and I think, like
How Jay-Z took it to heights and
Made people be like, "Damn
Hip hop can take you this far!?"
I think you're taking that baton

can't take the sauce
I know this shit look sweet like you could eat it you can't take it off
You could never break me off
Big bag on me nigga you can try

dance to the jazz
I met this lil shawty I think her name Jazz
Or wait, holdup, maybe its Jasmine
Soothing my head like I'm taking some aspirin
Shoot by

for his sauce bitch I'm real different
I ain't Jay-Z, nigga but I'm big pimpin'
This nigga mad cause my swag and his bitch listening
Sometimes it feel

That's the juice and the sauce
One of y'all try reach then it's sorry for your loss
Niggas tell me I could run it in my flip flops
Play it cool, no other

stuck in the game, still they say it was luck
Get the fuck off my lane, fore This glitzy get cocked

We fight about money and power, meanwhile there are

Tolerate drama, queen, that is a no-no

Suitin' and booted, I'm playin' fuckin' Halo
You niggas so dumb, bitch, I'm tellin' my Beyonce
Love Jay-Z, but shit

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly

He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit

The Story

Bun B

Trill

2005

center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly

He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from

In My Lifetime

Jay-Z

In My Lifetime [Cassette Single]

1995

f'real, Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Dame Dash, ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records, uh-huh
Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big

embarrassin' yourself when you in a public settin', Ye
Now I see why Jay Z ain't go to your weddin', Ye (I see why)
And you got lipo, what's next, Ye, ass

never want play me so I went from Jay v to Jay z
Royale have the sauce like gravy
Serving up the flame pon the daily
You already know the price so why you

never want play me so I went from Jay v to Jay z
Royale have the sauce like gravy
Serving up the flame pon the daily
You already know the price so why you

the backseat with ass cheeks on my lap we in Utah so we fuck to a jazz beat
It's actually therapeutic
She classy I'm Ferris Bueller
Swimming out in Turks

dead, failed terribly
This paranoia shit's no joke, I need therapy
You niggas easy to come by, I'm a rarity
I'm on my Jay Z shit, moment of clarity

it ghetto
Hot, devil ain't reachin' my level 
I'm bringin' armageddon when I rap, lights outs 
Drippin' nothin' but sauce bring the rice out
Bust

Jay-Z with the rock like I stay in the kitchen
If you snitch you a pussy and you know that we kill'em
Your bitch throwing it to me cause you complaining

ain't gotta say jack
'Cause they don't want it like that
Want it like that

Dro, all [?] quarted out
Box fur on my brout
My rim big, her team big my money

just spit it off the dome
That pen and pad my enemies
We don't get along

I'm like Hova, when he was Jay-Z
I'm big in his prime, it's poetry
Bigger than

Spendin'

Gucci Mane

Spendin'

2019

the stores, I'm all into Fendi
Rodeo Drive, I'm so high 'cause I'm spendin' the money
Motherfuckin' big ballers tryin' to look at me funny
Like does he

Game's Pain

The Game

LAX

2008

you there like B.I.G took niggas to New York
"Juicy" had us feeling like we was from New York
And that's real shit blazed the Philly
It's summertime

be here together


We go together like

Mary Kate and cshley

Getting Punk'd by cshton

Jay-Z and Beyonce 

Make you my fiancé 

See some things they

(Y’All MUST'VE FORGOT WHO THIS N****
SO IMA LET HIM REINTRODUCE HIMSELF
GO HEAD MY N****)

Verse 1:
Z-A-Y to the m********** Jay
Ain’t rollin with

Game's Pain

The Game

LAX [Clean]

2008

Then bring Naughty in
They say it never rain in southern California, Tony Toni lied
Sit back, watch Game throw his money in the sky

And ever since