Lyrics:
Hook
Jay-Z:
This cru love, Roc-A-Fella til we die
As long as you and I keep it movin' like a drive-by
We can stack dough sky high
NIggaz can't touch what
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
[ intro: willie d ]
Thugg niggaz
Ha-ha-ha
Callin all thugg niggaz
(callin all thugg niggaz)
This shit is for y'all
Worldwide
Just like geto boys
hate on me
TG'z in the air what this thang gone be
But its gone take a lil bit so just wait on me
Wait on me
I put the game on me
I see a lot niggaz
got the
Scope on em
Niggaz trash like jays when you Don't want em
Thrown out like
Sound when I zone out
I broke out my prison when I spoke out
I bone
blows like
Maceo, leave acey holes that's it Jay-Z doe, crazy flow
Rhyme great, dominate your radio
c'mon, get your gun on, your mask and gloves
I
meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when
I tried so
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, Help me out
We'll have a good old time
it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried, so
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, help me up
aint Shit.. Bitches on the Credit Cards Scammin Hard, Niggaz in the Cage Birds was in the Car.. Watch your Moves and your energy Karma is Real Dog, Stay
me bad, but I don't stop
I'm in my droptop V, I got a lot of things
to prove to niggaz and you'll see, by the way it looks
A lot of niggaz gon' be
P's, I'm pushing P, and I pull up with the P's
Money green, lost some peas, veggies in the Cali
Triple Z's, when I squeeze, he be catching Z's
Catch
lemonade (water)
I ain't Em or Jay-Z but I'm a renegade
When I walk into the club I'm going to the vip (Da bike)
Heavy garlic butter and Old Bay I gotta
lemonade (water)
I ain't Em or Jay-Z but I'm a renegade
When I walk into the club I'm going to the vip (Da bike)
Heavy garlic butter and Old Bay I gotta
Yeah
20
What’s up Cronic Beats
We got another heat rock on our hands
Got me in my Jay Z mode today
Yeah
What
It’s All Luv
A-Town
Its All Luv
love for one reason
for all my niggaz that's locked down and bleeding (2x)
[Verse 2]
Anyway I heard Black Jay was getting paper
tell my nigga Nut his
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
Call up some friends disturb the peace
Play a smash by Jaz or Jay-Z's dope release
Like a Dove Bar freshly dipped
So you can hook and sling and slip
know bitches, they want to act all ill
Actin like they really real cause they fuckin squeal
Said she know Jay-Z, and she know Shaquille
Chicken add
know bitches, they want to act all ill
Actin like they really real cause they fuckin squeal
Said she know Jay-Z, and she know Shaquille
Chicken add
Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z
Still, real still recognize real
I still feel it in the air we still kill at will
Now first Pac got got
Then Big
niggaz... real people in general...
It's never one-dimensional, it goes out to everybody...
If you can though... just kinda take some time out...
Relate to it
Sumthin' like Jay Z
Howz that cause I clap (ya me)
Ya back (ya me)
Strap (hella queen)
Man ya know they clap? (ya me)
Keep a stash in da dash for they
deal no shit
You think that you deadly come meet a real goblin
My mood is a mixture you can say I'm so slurry
My niggaz no payday, we steady we balling
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
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