Lyrics:
them summers
Like Jay-Z had by
I rode with nothing but gunners
Y'all feel this shit, go get the plummer
Strikes snapping from me you
Ain't no general
about the fuckin' business
Is mindin' your own, uh, and every time I try and break it off
We just yell until we tired, then I break you off
It's
Yea, Yea, Yea
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some
through the Aves, for them green bag blesses
You could see the whole city from the hilltops
Take 'em down to the coast to get your wheels washed
And we
liking my wisdom moving dental
Man she love the oriental
That's mental
She fuck all night
Call me Jay-Z baby my Beyoncé
Baby wants me, She's wanting more
Well you can take your donkey self to Madagascar far from me
Look
I'm Muhammad with the bars a floatin' bird stingin' bee
Another colored youngin' good
honeys
Money with the honeys
You out here chasing money
N***** chasing honeys
See I'm Birdman in that Gucci, Jay-Z in that Prada suit
The hustle is
after Chris Rock faked the funk for C.B.
Loved it since life and times 3 by Jay-Z
But honestly I was really tuning in to D.
R.A.W.'s how I roll my leaves
You can't play me
Wild crazy
Flammable tape
Burnt CD
Try to copy
Try to paste me
Hit you in the face
Can't erase me
Got my blueprint
I'm not Jay-Z
devastation
Whole place burned down in damnation
Just cut to the part where you pay me
All that talk you got don't phase me
Basically I'm on my Jay-z
Stop
from a crush, I want to bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweating like a fat girl going for mine
Just
heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy
You drippin' with whack juice, and you can't get it off
You
heels
From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy
You drippin' with whack juice, and you can't get it off
You
Yeah I'm from the Burgh
So you know, the flow immaculate
We believe in miracles
Our faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel
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
like I'm JAY-Z (brrt)
You ain't choppin', you ain't poppin', you want some motion, join CG (grrt)
I put a silencer on my glee, my gun don't get seen
best to be both
But let's be honest a father really helps with your growth
But I was raised by Nas and Jay-Z and Big L and Eminem
All of them set
the backseat, backseat, backseat
90s flow, mid tho, catch us crawling in that Caddy
There he go, smokin' dope, man I swear it came from Pappy
Ab-Soul, so you
am a Monster
If you claim you a God
Then let me see you turn them beats into water
Then from water to wine
At least so I can try to have a good time
'bout a wedding
I'm from Jamaica, she's from Pakistan
The way your father said no
You'd fink it was 7ram
What happened to the words of Rasulullah?
Peace
hollow tips at your head, bitch
I bet you dead
24's on the Wagon, that's that G Benz
Two 44's looking like Siamese twins
When you're from down south, boy
mothers hamper
cops drop when my glock makes the pow sound
im from a wild town u know my style clown so bow down
word up.. 95 style.. i got my man Jay-Z
straight, turn this gas into a Nova
My ears keep ringin' like a fuckin' Motorola
Invested in my time like a damn stockholder
Jay-Z money got the dirt from
I'm going crazy
They said that I'm not changing
I came from the block to blueprint
I know it like I'm Jay Z
I came from the mud
J's in the mud
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