Lyrics:
Hustle pissy like she peed her pants!
We used to ask for their respect, and now we DEMAND it
So take a fucking seat, if you can’t stand it
damn it!
'll
the mind of a
Man who's been traveling the past to sin
Sending a warning to your ancient ancestors
I am the Jay-Z monster verse (loch ness) with condiments,
double jot down that thought
Save it wendy wendy wendy
cny young rat could smell the rabbit from the gerbil
When you cut down the fat
css can't jiggle
Now I know why they hate me
If I wasn't me I would hate me
Shit is too easy
I ain't tryna go mainstream
Triple four four four no Jay-Z
Welcome to Shyst
the fuck boy can't talk
Stay with them killers I don't gotta call
We catch them fuck niggas gone lay down the law
Bitch I'm sending blitz so lil jay pick em
Let this nigga run around untie
I swear to god, you know the type that talk wild
But nigga's white cloud, soft as a baby's bottom
You know Jay Z's
to tell her
Tryna bang like Jay-Z
Tryna be in Rocafella
Shit I just finessed a cougar took her groove like she was Stella
I'm just tryna see if Stella got
featuring Jay Z
[M.Bleek]
That's right Up front and personal
[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I
the right thing and run it back
She Said I’m to old to rap
But it sound fresh
In my 30s goose bumps all on ya flesh
I’m nas jay z and joe budden
That
lately
More money can't ever change me
And these games can't ever play me
Imma really be paid like Jay Z
And I'm plotting my steps y'all in trouble in now
got it, ion need no help"
Grinding by my fuckin self
Coming up alone probably the realest shit i ever felt
I hustle yeah i put in time
The hardest
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
stage a yɛsen 5-5 Mujee baya
Fiti saa time no mi diey pon
Haters your plans, m'akye mo sɛ fry pan
Thinking of featuring Jay Z on ma EP
Just to prove say
gon' make 'em hate me
That music, it saved me, I'm feelin' like Jay-Z
'Cause I had a hard knock life, now a nigga in the spotlight
I bet you a nigga
can't define me
Blowing in the wind on my RZA
Shit you can't find me
Anyway the wind blows, Bohemian rap flows
These new niggas just hoe
Like Jay-Z I
(Z-Ro talking)
This is dedicated to the motherfuckers
That think we don't go through shit, just one thug baby
[Chorus - 2x]
One thug, one thug, lord
hustle Billups
I get my bill ups up billups then I roll Billups
Yawl really don't want me to come
Knock knock at your front door. Billups
Tatted-up tatted
[Jay-Z]
(No one on the corner) gotta bop like this,
Can't wear skinny jeans 'cause my knots don't fit
(No one on the corner) gotta pocket like this
So I
danglin’ my feet
Chillin’ by the cove mansions that’s my practice
Happy and I’m lucky
Healthy equals that I’m wealthy
Can’t be fuckin’ with them amateur
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
featuring Jay Z
[M.Bleek]
That's right Up front and personal
[Chorus]
Where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at?
I
somebody the age of 20
21 and you could walk them into a room with a
Nelly, or you could walk them into a
Room with a Timbaland or Jay Z
And they not lose
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
by day, do or die
hustlin', imagine this game wit I
did you think I would just lay back and not try
I'ma bounce back, get on my feet, get on my hustle
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