Lyrics:
to the end, go find out what we might see
Pass it to the next, call that shit one-two, three
(Is that Jay spotted? Jay spotted? Jay spotted? Jay spotted?)
Yo
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh,
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
some niggas just don't got the skills ( Skills )
Was a roc boy before I figured out who Jay Z is ( Roc Boy )
All about the Benjamins favorite President
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
Bloomingdale's so I got the gifts
Dirty money made me filthy rich
I've rushed more when I president
Mark money full of evidence
Pockets filled with dead
and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said
"Oh, you a real soulful dude"
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got
[Woman]
How white is your blow ?
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm like that yo !
[Woman]
Only writers you know
[Jay-Z]
Cause I'm like that
Verse 2
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
ticka-ticka-ticka like Jay-Z
I'm slim shady with rabies
Nasa one, bout to go crazy
Like McGrady in the fourth
This gonna be unforgettable like Sway Lee
I was last,
this shit often
I don't play no games but I do not forfeit
Dead president on me now I'm walking coffin
Addicted to money, I can not avoid it
Jay's
Understand? But it's how I retaliate which
Defines who I am
Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave
That's how my momma raised me
the West to the Chi
I keep it all hood till the day that I die
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + {Jay-Z}]
1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds
We arose, let's go
So fresh so clean" like 'Kast
Jay-Z be poppin' tags
Leavin' the mall with heavy bags
You know the boy got a love for the cash
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
the West to the Chi
I keep it all hood till the day that I die
[Chorus: (Memphis Bleek) + {Jay-Z}]
1, 2 why'all, you know I rock ya
Step in the rounds
worthless our lives are to the justice system
I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it's hard
[Verse Two]
N****z with knowledge is more
Aydoh (RIP Jay)
Ok, reason number one
For this name switch
Jay L is fucking basic
Reason number two, it sounds too close to Jay Z
And if I blew up off
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
I'm a hop on the track and go crazy
When it comes to money I ain't ever lazy
I got the city jumping like we crazy
Im a leave a legacy like Im Jay-Z
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
wrong it's a must I get my
Hands on some dead presidents
Can't be hesitant 'cause the game goes on
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There is nothing
like I got the John Locke and key
Grew up on NWA, Eminem, Lil Wayne, K. Dot and Jay Z
Tryna take that influence and make my own music
So one day maybe
i'm Jay Z and Eminem
Where i'm from The Nameless to Real Elements
No settling i'm out chasing dead presidents
Still independent not depending
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