Lyrics:
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all, but none of y'all
Is
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
leave? Can I emcee? Can
I have two letters at least?
Can I have it down to z, down to a t
With recipe with the Ice T
With Jay-Z and Nas, maybe Pac
years)
You're so wavy, crazy, spaced-out, lazy
Samples of bottles and coins and gravy
I like Kano. Don't like Jay-Z
Hold tight Bugzy. Fuck you Tay Keith
lyrics I'm spittin' reminding them of younger Jay-Z
You'll need the whole mothafuckin' Army to come and take me
The president gon' need so many men
those hands
We don’t stop, Ingle wood we won’t stop
It’s compton in the house
K-Dot Jay rock nigga shit your drawers
2 deep g rob in your honda accord
I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
Cause ain't none alive out here to represent me
I got some pain in my heart who gonna check me
Throwing
you and that's all I got to say its two, that's too real for who?
Before time in the AD, I was completely crazy
I'm not Jay-Z nor am I Slim Shady
She
we run it up
You know we start overlappin
I love them dead presidents, Bumpin' Jay-Z in traffic
We be slidin' AMG, this is not a 4 matic
I let you
mopping guys
No spring cleaning either (No, either)
Your favorite rapper a diva
Your favorite rapper will get Ether'd
Like Jay-Z
If you ever try to play me
[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, y'all nigaas finished yo
Is y'all niggas finished
Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh
You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all
comin', no I'm not Jay-Z
Too many n*ggas hate me, but they scared to face me
This ain't a movie dog, nope, not Waist Deep
I'm not an actor, but I'll show
You're about to hear a tale of an indestructible man, he's dead and hes PISSED.
He's roamin' the streets at night lookin' for ways to DIE.
Should
here wit the gang I gotta two by Four
Let this pistol bang like G I Joe
All about the dead presidents a nigga keep cashin
Nigga my shoes cost yo rent
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
from tha ratchet
Happens if you tellin, Jungle'll live by the morals of tha street
Not like snitch CJ, or bitch Jay-z, and beef from niggas
only play
Of Pennsylvania Avenue
George Washington was the first, you see
He once chopped down a cherry tree
D:President number two would be
John Adams and then
got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain
Jay-Z taught me money ain't
Buckdown
Go nowhere without
The hammer, call me Thor
No Robert dinero
I need a score
You niggas jay reed
Jus call me god
Brooklyn nigga
You
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me
You can love me or hate me, Jay-Z
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
Roc-a-Fella
or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down"
Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday
play the game
Gonna take a ride on this crazy train, I will never take you back you ain' Jay Z mehn
Yeah! He's such a lame, hall of fame chick I don't
treat us like opps to leave us dead in a box
Nobody love us but the hopeless, so we misunderstood
They feel like black lives don't matter, we just
to look the other way and turn y'all back
Y'all no better than police and the news
I do a 7-minute yall be taking big l's, I'm taking w's like I'm Jay-z
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