Lyrics:
game, it's your go
(Hey Mr. Carter) Young
It's my go, yeah
And I'ma go so opposite of soft
Off the Richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage
Far
poupon
Get too close to the clique
You get clipped
Brains 100% off
Like a head and shoulders coupon
Take a look
I seem light as a feather
But when I'm in
With his stunning wife ETHELL,
A tree!
A tree!
BILLY was a mountain
ETHELL was a tree
Growing off of his shoulder
BILLY was a mountain
(BILLY
shoulders off
Jay-Z R.I.P. the Pimp C
(Uncle Murder Rap)
[Chorus]
When the nigga see me, you know that I got it on me!
Either that Desert Eagle
gettin' money like Jay-Z yeah
Fuckin' on your bitches all the time
Your bitch a quarter she ain't a dime
Your bitch gettin' passed 'round by the guys
I'm
JAY-Z:
No more reasonable doubt I'm provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
Motor skills cause y'all ain't movin me I'm who you see musically
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
ain't gon' get pregnant again
Hit off with paper, you gon' get hit off and slid off
'Fore the neighbors take off to go to work
So just, take off your
his momma never found out
Cuz she work them late shifts that jay don't even know bout
Momma gotta show off her body to make that pay check
So jay
mall
All Money In the squad, boy I'm not involved
Can't pay the cost to floss? I can spot your flaws
SLs with the toppin' off
Dress well when it's
I'm tryna stack it up Jay-Z
Ball like KD
Slim lil bitch with me no shady
I'm finna pipe now she going crazy
Put her to sleep like Rockabye baby
Go
get pregnant and get
Hit off with paper
You gonna get hit off and slid off
Before the neighbors take off to go to work
So just, take off your shirt
your stake up, I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg cuz y'all will get Jay-Z
Every time I keep pullin out, y'all keep
ever forget it
Got some dirt on your shoulder, then let me brush it off for ya
If you're feeling me, put your five high
That's my girl
That's my
I ride it good like a Mercedes
Bumpin' that Jay-Z niggas know they can't tame me
Uh
Mask off
I'm talkin' shit cause my cash long
My jewels gon' bling
it
Got some dirt on your shoulder, then let me brush it off for ya
If you're feeling me, put your five high
That's my girl
That's my girl, that's
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
Don't touch what you can't have bitch
Oh well that's too damn bad bitch
I'm a stone cold motherfucker hit em with that cold shoulder 'til I got that
get split, I spin the Benz and the Rover
Ah, my chopper try to knock ya, yeah it should clean off your shoulder
You was a soilder, Imma tell ya, niggas
the jays and the nikes but you see im daddy Z im Daddy Zemus (yeah)
My day 1 niggas dont rap no more... whole crew fell off no choice had to go solo...
Got
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
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)
youth
And I ain't nothing like no Jay-Z
I'm just doing right by these booths
And I ain't ever been one to pray to God
I just pray to God I let loose
So
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