Lyrics:
team is a magazine of M-16's
But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam
Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs
Welcome back
the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit
center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly
He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
say that line
I'm crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me
Shorty, I love you and you love me too
We were meant
head, tellin' you they're all out
You go back to tha crib, Pick up tha telephone
You try it so I guess they saw you got home
Cause I can buy it O.Z
bitches better get it right (yeah)
From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass
wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful
by the gram and I smoke by the Vic
If I go broke imma make it back quick
Run up this bread and I'm chasin' the cheddar
Fuckin' yo bitch and I make her
a bitch
Come in by self and leave out wit'cha chick
Beanie Sigel got my back if we run into a snitch
And Kels got his back if he ever need a hit
From
I can dig it
Here's a forty, swig it, you know it's frigid
I got 'em chillin in the cooler, break out the ruler
Damn, that's the fattest stog' I
I can dig it
Here's a forty, swig it, you know it's frigid
I got 'em chillin in the cooler, break out the ruler
Damn, that's the fattest stog' I
have it anymore.
I would like a turkey wrap served by Jay Z and broccoli, side of broccoli with garlic and oil served by Rush.
Wait, wait, wait,
radę wiesz to
Na przyjaźń dumę godność nacisk kładę chuj z resztą
Dopóki nie opuszczą trumien nie trudno to zrozumieć
Robimy to tak by sufit spadł wam
time like I want that shit back
Hope you offended with all of this shit
Stay out of court but I ball in this bitch
Back in the day I would pray for some
the back of the beamer
You know that I'm 40, you know that I'm cooler
I fuck your bitch and I feel like a ruler
Bitch, I'm 40, I came with the shooters
I
bitches better get it right (yeah)
From the crap tables down in A.C.
Back on the block, Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc
Went solo on that ass
I'm crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me
Shorty, I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be
me I need back up
I ain't got no time I'm never hoping on that wack stuff
Green stay rolling like machines yea it's a tractor
Halo on my head but
leave by ma side cause the plot gets deeper with time
By now I can officially rhyme
Who wants to listen to a kid spit'n at 9
To me I was sound'n like Jay
Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I crush so-called rulers, kings and presidents
Revolution is here, man, we're culturally wise
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