Jay-Z - Never Change Lyrics

Jay-Z - Never Change Video

(*Never, never, never, never change*)

Ain't never changed, this is Jay every day

(*I never change!*)

I never change, this is Jay every day

(*I never change!*)

I never change, this is Jay

 

Jay-Z

I am a, Roc representer

Hov', summer to winter, Hov', dead or alive

Twenty-four/seven, three-sixty-five

One CD or three-hundred and sixty pies

Whassup to E and Kirk? Welcome home to Taj

Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours

We run streets like drunks run street lights

We collidin with life as we speak

We knee deep in coke, we ki deep in ice

We flood streets with dope, we keep weed to smoke

We all fish, better teach your folk

Give him money to eat, then next week he's broke

Cause when you sleep, he's reachin for your throat

Word on the skreet, you reap what you sew

Not out of fear but love, love for the game

Roc family first, we never change mayn

 

Chorus

(*Never, never, never, never change*)

K I'm still f***in with crime cause crime pays

(*I never change!*)

K Out hustlin, same clothes for days

(*I never change!*)

K I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

J Who you know like Hov'?

(*Never, never, never, never change*)

K I'm still f***in with crime cause crime pays

(*I never change!*)

K Out hustlin, same clothes for days

(*I never change!*)

K I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change

 

Jay-Z

What's up to my Miami and St. Thomas connects (whattup)

I'll never mention your name, I promise respect

Death before dishonor correct? Yup

That's what you promised me, since the (?)lee

Along with, if we stay strong

We can get paper longer than Pippen's arms

Plead the fifth when it comes to the fam

I'm like a dog I never speak, but I understand

Where my dogs at? Where my soldiers at war?

Where your balls at? Whoa, gotta pause that whoa

Lost 92 bricks had to fall back

Knocked a nigga off his feet, but I crawled back

Had A-1 credit, got more crack

From the first to the fifth, gave it all back

If, I'm not a hustler what you call that?

This is before rap, this is all fact

I never change

 

Chorus

 

Jay-Z

What, the streets robbed me, wasn't educated properly

Well f*** y'all, I needed money for Atari

Was so young my big sis' still playin with Barbie

Young brother, big city, eight million stories

Old heads taught me, yung'un, walk softly

Carry a big clip, that'll get niggaz off me

Keep coke in coffee, keep money smellin mothy

Change is cool to cop but more important is lawyer fees

(Uhh) That's how it is now (uhh) that's how it always be

(Uhh) I never change, this is always me

From the womb to the tomb, from now until my doom

Drink army from one cup pass it around the room (That's a family nigga)

That's the ritual (yup) Big Ran, I ain't forget you fool

And all that bullshit you tryin to get through

This is crew love, move music or move drugs

Rival crews get your black suits up I never change

 

Chorus

 

Jay-Z

This is Jay, everyday

Who you know like Hov', nigga?

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Jay-Z - Poppin' Tags Lyrics

Jay-Z - Poppin' Tags Video

Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X

And we gon' stay hustlin on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags

Cause we poppin tags, pimpin we be poppin tags!

 

Verse One: Jay-Z

We arose, let's go

So Fresh So Clean like 'Kast

Jay-Z be poppin tags

Leavin the mall with heavy bags

You know the boy got a love for the cash

Aw fuck, there he go again

Talkin bout hoes and dough again

Yup! -- Can't hold it in

I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend

But, back when I was poorer then

You wasn't focusin, about the dough I spend

But I was holdin in, I was a roller then

I was a baller back then, all of that man

Fall back, I fought that

What would you do if you was in my shoes?

Leave dudes in the rearview

V-12 engine, corners spinnin

Twinkies shinin, pinky ring

Armadale, nigga stinky stink

Top, down, my cash is up

Gold chain, I don't give a fuck

Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma

That's right, you in luck ma

You see me cruisin down, better step inside

Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride

First come, first served basis

You know Hov' be goin to nice places

That's right, and I'm droppin cash

Leave the mall with garbage bags

Gucci this, Prada that

Roll witcha boy you'll be poppin tags

 

Chorus

 

Verse Two: Twista

It's a party when I go up in the sto'

Shoppin while I'm zooted off the dro'

Rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill'

And I got 'em sweepin and pickin up tags off the flo'

Bag full of clothes I remember havin rocks in the hall

On the glimmer with the glock by the ball

Servin up a jab and workin security 6 to 6

Then it's straight from the block to the mall

Now what's on the wall? Go ahead and treat yo'self

When you come up on some cheddar better pop that tag

Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off

To the lot lay the paper down and cop that Jag

I got a console full of ammunition and funds

Mink Roc-a-Wear and some guns

Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo-packs and Bo Jax

And Air Maxes, throw back some ones, no max for none

(When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough)

I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now

(Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up)

And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it now

I be choppin up cheddar with Kanye

Chop a little cheddar up with Jay

Chop it up with the O-to-the-Kizay

Poppin big tags with the flow and the dough, we get bi-zay!

 

Chorus

 

Verse Three: Killer Mike

Uh-huh, whattup? Tell you somethin bout me..

My throwback game is whiffle wicked

Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n

Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted

White boys say my style is bitchin

Keepin coke in the kitchen

Keep a glock that will shock and bring the rest

Tucked underneath my Michelin S

I, travellin, handlin with a forty-five cannon

It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan

Extra clips and shells in the lambskin

Two deep by Pelle Pelle

Westside how they felly fell

More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather

Worn by the great Rakim himself

Stitch my Dapper Dan oh man with the gun in hand

I leave your blood squirting

No offense, I'll put your face on the chest

Of a sweatshirt drawn by Shirt Kings

I been fucking, a hustle, married to a racket

Since the first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets

I slept with a package, under mattress

I carry guns heavy speakeasy, slight with the fight words

I'll put somethin hot through your motherfuckin iceberg

Got a project chica, named Rica

She keep a purse full of dro' reefer

Small, pinkies like that

Talk 'til the paper fat

I rock somethin, roll chief +Sacks+ like Daddy Fat!

 

Chorus

 

Verse Four: Big Boi

Pop tires in reverse, you'll be needin a nurse

Leave you layin on your back in a Cadillac hearse

Now your momma in all black with a matchin purse

I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts

What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball 'til you fall

Have to make a collect call, but your cell cut off

Trot to the mailbox thinkin a check but the mail's run short

No more MD, DD, LD

That means Movie Date, Dinner Date, Lunch Date, help me please

My sheets is gone

Long bread to the short bread, word is bond

Meticulously pimpously serve the song

Act a damn donkey

Like the pilgrims when they popped a tag on the indians home

Drop top rag-o with the weed gone

Chillin, bags in the trunk full of FEO Schwartz for the chill'uns

Spent a few shillings

Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin

A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and

Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs

Or are you actin mad cause the money done

Slowed, down, just a little bit

Dipped, poked out, did some shull-bit

Actin like a pitfall bull-pit

Dead game is the pul-pit

Leave a motherpumper with his John Doe toe tag clipped

Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin

A miracle happenin

Jay-Z, Killer Mike and Big Boi rappin and rhymin and smabbin

Pop that tag on some of this game

Holla-tic, swallow and keep the change

 

Chorus

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Jay-Z - Show You How Lyrics

Jay-Z - Show You How Video

Catch up, niggas

 

Damn you fadin' hov, how you gave 'em that?

The Audemars Piguet, with the alligator strap

Sick of y'all niggaz with ya now or later raps

Rap about it now, hope you get it later

Do a couple shows, hope you niggas is savin' up

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

This particular watch be a one of one

That means none before it, none to come

The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

You ain't heard? I push the sixes when the fives is out

You can't fight me, in the porsche I'll box you out

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

We don't drive X5's we give 'em to baby-mammas

Push the big top that shake like the canvas, chickens snackbox

I get it crackin' when I'm backing out the garage

A 360 drop ferrar, shutdown manhattan

Bucket low, like fuck it, though

Nights on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it, though

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

Nigga I'm a check writer your royalty recievers

Y'all eaten off per diem, on the low like a cesar

Pay ya taxes, you niggaz is husttlin' backwards

I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

How you want it, my jeans is 300

This ain't Diesel, nigga, these is Evisu

Top is rock, you know the rest

A big bucket of frozen water on my chest

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

Get a crate, some crack, and some house slippers

A newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips up

Or get a gun, a mask an escape route

Some ducktape'll make 'em take you to the house

And ma don't give him nothin', unless he treatin' you special

Soon he'll get desperate, and go down and bless you

And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair

Just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON

Look, think big, fuck getting your nails done

Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son

Don't let 'em give you, hard dick and bubble gum

Make him cop the Lex bubble, 2001 hon

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON

And if your man got you bangin' up, it could be worse

Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse

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Jay-Z - Paper Chase Lyrics

Jay-Z - Paper Chase Video

Foxy Brown

Uhh, uhh, uh-huh

Uhh (paper chase)

Bonnie n Clyde

Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin down

(gotta get that paper y'all)

That's right, uhh

(Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah

Paper chase y'all, paper chase WHAT? Uh)

 

Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch

Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this bitch

Half a brick of yea, bout to lay down this bitch

(til November?) Nah, I'm here to like slay down this bitch

What you think? I don't wanna have to spray down this bitch

Call my whole team, from around the way down this bitch

I'm tryin to stay down this bitch, play down this bitch

Had a sound, so my nigga Jay drown the six

Roll the windows down and, weight round this bitch

But there's a couple things 'fore it's OK round this bitch

Gotta talk to the natives, let em know I'm here

For all to get the paydays, first I line up all the haters

I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya

More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya

Money providentials hope that's not a problem for ya

If so, Jigga be here, day after tomorrow for ya (That's right!)

 

Chorus: Foxy, Jay-Z

 

F

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Jay-Z - Song Cry Lyrics

Jay-Z - Song Cry Video

Most incredible baby

Uhh mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Yeah, yeah.. uhh

 

chorus

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

 

Good dudes I know you love me like cooked food

Even though a nigga got move like a crook move

We was together on the block since free lunch

We shoulda been together havin 4 Seasons brunch

We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather

So now we travel first class to change the forecast

Never in bunches, just me and you

I loved your point of view cause you held no punches

Still I left you for months on end

It's been months since I checked back in

Well somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin a mall down

Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down

I can understand why you want a divorce now

Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it

Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with

But deep inside a nigga so sick

 

chorus

 

On repeat, the CD of Big's Me and My Bitch

Watchin Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin to be that shit

Empty gun in your hand sayin, Let me see that clip

Shoppin sprees, pull out your Visa quick

A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip

You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6

We was so happy poor but when we got rich

That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped

Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit

Made me speed that quick, let me see that's it

It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick

I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me

Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me

Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy

And then they got fuzzy and they don't remember that

And I don't remember you..

 

chorus

 

A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone

Word back home is that you had a special friend

So what was oh so special then?

You have given away without gettin at me

That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?

How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?

I know the way a nigga livin was whack

But you don't get a nigga back like that!

Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that

You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that

You don't throw away what we had, just like that

I was just f***in them girls, I was gon' get right back

They say you CAN turn a bad girl good

But once a good girl's goin bad, she's gone forever..

I mourn forever

Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever

 

chorus

 

I f***ed up girl..

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Jay-Z - Pop 4 Roc Lyrics

Jay-Z - Pop 4 Roc Video

Amil (Jay-Z)

(Alright yeah)

Would ya love me? (Uh-huh, alright)

Would ya hate me? (Watch this yo)

I know ya love me (Alright)

I know ya hate me (Uh Clue)

Would ya love me? (Brand new Duro)

Would ya hate me?

I know ya love me (Feel this yo, uh)

 

Amil

Uh, uh, uh

See me comin through hair done just a slinging my shit

With something Gucci on clinging to my hips

Frontin with the Star Tech ringing in the whip

Icy ears, neck, fingers for years

Got the show wild with the toes out

Shit I don't fuck with no stingy nigga

I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi nigga

What I'mma do with your little blunts and Henney nigga?

I'mma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley nigga

Uh my niggas will ride for me

You should see all the things they buy for me

Uh, it's obvious how I spend my time

Around ballers all day don't have to spend a dime

Callin' up room service when it's dinner time

Get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga, uh, uh, uh

 

Amil (Beanie Siegal)

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc)

I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked)

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc)

I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked)

 

Beanie Siegal

Ay yo, we gon' stop this here

Get this clear the general of the Roc in here

Beanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this year

Keep the ego we been bound to the top ya hear

Forget about it you don't know me yo stop the stares

I've been about it pop you then pop ya peers

You know how I do six coup, top be clear

You know how I play low layer Roc-A-Wear

Catch Siegal in the kitchen balloon in the pie

Y'all from whom to buy

Y'all niggas know if y'all cross Mac

Y'all soon to die

Cuz you know I bring heat like June and July

Spit like August

I'm the truth I'm not lying

I'm the reason why Jay feel comfortable retiring

I gotta laugh cuz y'all work hard at this shit

Think about yo I just started this shit

Just imagine if I put my heart in this shit

Scary sight y'all niggas feel me right

God damn yo I barely write

But every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nikes

 

Amil (Beanie Siegal)

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc)

I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked)

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc)

I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked)

 

Memphis Bleek

Yo, yo, well I'm gold now

Memph Man Coming Of Age and I'm grown now

Sittin on chrome now

I'm the youngest gun, I get it on with anyone

I've been in thirty beefs shit I'm barely 21

Guns I hold em like offensive linemen

Bring em back to the streets like a brick on consignment

Interlining of the Mark Buchanan

Spark two hammers

Memph Man gold marks the understanding

 

Jay-Z

We don't engage in war we elope

Orange juice style beat niggas to a pulp

We broke nigga you just told 3 jokes

Me, Biggs, and Dame we get some things

See the six dames me and Biggs live in the Range

Mine's platinum his Champagne

Niggas whisper cuz if they talk they gets slain

Y'all's was looking for me on the charts the bricks came

Left the same night in the morning the chicks came

I just use rap to put shit in my name

The death's just a matter of time the hit's been arranged

Contracts signed the shits in your name

Just to lame rap niggas I'm the king

Motherfuck the ring mami kiss the chain

I don't got game to waste on y'all

I'm don't think with my dick or chase my balls

I'm a hustla hit me with an eighth of raw

And when I get on top I'mma blaze all y'all

Keep em laced some more I know you want some things

I drink a lot of water mami come clean

Chicks I pump her then dump her

Cars we got em bumper to bumper

Rap niggas y'all days are numbered

Nobody drop nothin' next summer, yeah

 

Amil (Beanie Siegal)

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc)

I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked)

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc)

I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked)

 

Jay-Z

Yeah R-O-C for the 2 triple O

Ya heard me

You are about to witness a dynasty like no other

Beanie Siegal, The General

Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the ROC

Memph Bleek, Young god

Ha, ha

Jigga Man, get ya mind right niggas

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Jay-Z - Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise) Lyrics

Jay-Z - Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise) Video

(talking)

So I had to memorize these rhymes until I got home

Ya understand? Once you memorize a sentence

It's like an exercise (echoes)

 

*heavy breathing*

 

(talking)

Ya niggas can't be serious right now

I'm the all time heavy weight champion of flowers

I'm leading the league in at least six statistical categories right now

Best flow, Most consistent, Realest stories

Most charisma, I set the most trends

And my interviews are hotter

Holla

 

I jog in the graveyard

Spar in the same ring

Now it's house by the building

Where Malcolm X was slain

I spring train in the winter

Round early December

Run suicide drills over and over

With the weight of the world on my shoulder

That's why they call me Hova

I'm far from being God

But I work goddamn hard

I wake up the birds who in the nerves is sleep

I'm catching my second wind the second the first one end

I am focused man

And I'm not afraid of death

And I'm going all out

I circle the vultures in a van and

I run the block (run)

Pull up in a drop (pull up)

Push up on my money (push up)

I'm in great shape dunny

I keep jacks jumping thirty six sets

Like a personal trainer I teach coke to stretch

I pump and rock sweats

All white trainers

The ghettoes, Billy Blanks

I show you niggas what pain is

Maintain your stamina

Hov will damage ya

 

Spot you two rhymes y'all niggas is amateurs

The fifth

A dead lift if

Niggas don't want to get shot then y'all niggas better squat

I drop your set for rep

No need to hit the showers

The spit from the fifth leave you wet

Lyrical exercise

(hard breathing)

Y'all niggas ain't tired right?

 

(Chorus 4X)

One, One

Two, Two

Three, Three

Four, Breathe Easy

 

Suckers

Get your weight up

Not your hate up

Jigga man is diesel

When I lift the eight up

Y'all ain't ready to workout with the boy

Your flow is brain on drugs

Mines is rap on steroids

I lift every voice when I sing

My ability

Make yours look like an exercise in futility

Bring your squad

Biceps, Triceps, and Quads

We don't struggle with undeveloped muscles

Y'all ain't real

That's y'all Achilles Heel

Same routine when you see me you know the drill

I spot ya

I lift the weight of the watch off your arm

Remain nice and calm

Put down your things

Trinidad of the game know my way around your ring

No matter how many pounds you bring

It sounds like the same old thing

R-O-C is the strongest team

 

(Chorus 4X)

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Jay-Z - La Familia Lyrics

Jay-Z - La Familia Video

Head of the family

El Padrino

Welcome home to Emory

Let's get back to this dinero

 

Niggas wanna kidnap wifey

Good luck with that bruh

You must gonna hide your whole family

What you think we wearing black for

Ready for that war

Ready for that war ready

You ain't ready yo, you radio

You ain't really ready

Real nigga outchea

Alpo bought his bricks here

Elvis got his records took

It's like we got our seventh gear

NFL investigations

Oh, don't make me laugh

FBI investigation

We stood up to that

Facts only

Everything real in my raps only

Every nigga real in my clique really

Everyone is a movie star you got to film me

La Familia

 

Head of the family

El Padrino

Welcome home to Emory

Let's get back to this dinero

 

Ready for that war

Ready for that war, ready

You ain't ready yo, you radio

You ain't really ready

Head of the Family

El Padrino

 

My brothers is my brother like my brother is

My nigga is my brother

Like my mother kids

Not in just in good times

That's that sucka shit

But it war times

It just what it is

Head of the family

All my niggas bosses though

Y'all don't understand we

We talk that shit bosses know

Triple fuckin' OG

What's up to my nigga Juan

Tell these niggaas pull their fuckin' skirt down

I could see their ovaries

Niggas snitching switching teams

Out there telling bitches things

Industry talk behind your back

Ain't nobody got time for that

Facts only

Everything real in my raps only

Every nigga real in my clique really

Even the girls keep it two hundred and trilly

It's la familia

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Jay-Z - Stick 2 The Script Lyrics

Jay-Z - Stick 2 The Script Video

Clue Yeah.. DJ Clue! A/K/A/, William, M. Holla..

with William H. Holla

Jay-Z The world's most infamous

Clue The Holla family nigga

Jay-Z Roc-A-Fella Records, c'mon

Clue Dynasty! New Jay-Z! Beanie Sigel!

Stick to the script!

Jay-Z We live money over bitches nigga stick to the script

Clue Remember where you heard it first.. stupid!

Jay-Z Cop, flip, we re-up; get back to the shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

Clue D.. J.. CLUE!

 

Jay-Z

YO, they call me William H. (H!) the all-time great (GREAT!)

I fuck the most hoes out of New York State (STATE!)

I rock my jewels (JEWELS) I'm not a fool (FOOL!)

In the small of my back I got this big-ass tool (Ha hah!)

When I'm skatin through the city and I stop and kick it

Be the most asked question how I got them digits?

I say I stay on my grind, never stop for bitches

Never talk like a mom, I gotta watch you snitches

And I stick to the script, that's my advice so life

Eat nigga, let it stick to your ribs

I seen niggaz go from handlin birds to ramblin words

To the man, seen a Sammy the Bull emerge on the stand

And it was all good just a week ago

We lost Todd E., but we still eatin though

For like a hundred weeks nigga, we gon' run the streets

Til we reach Malik or the date of E's release

Peep Hova in a Jeep Rover, passin reefer over

To this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami

Three, hymies under the belt, three extra clip

We aim, we shoot; y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script

C'mon!

 

Chorus: Jay-Z

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

(*scratch* You can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckers)

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

(*scratch* You in the streets nigga, make your moves)

 

(*scratch* Y'all niggaz truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing)

 

Beanie Sigel

Geah, uh-huh

Yeah, money over bitches nigga

(*scratch* This Philly cat ba.. back at it)

Stick to the script, yo

 

Aiyyo they don't call me Mac for nuttin

I don't give a whore jack, man they all say that Mac be frontin

But if you can't take a case bitch and take it to the chin

Take the heat, beat your feet bitch, skate in the wind

Don't snitch, we can blow dough, make it again

You can be my hoe bitch, I can't make you my friend

Because friends depend on friends, not Bean Sigel's shit

I don't need you; let welfare feed you

Mac'll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip

I got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks

I got a sick flip game, order gettin and shit

I got a strict strip, flip 'caine, get it in shifts

Bitch, you can't get at me, shit I get at you

Only in the physical, I tell you like Mystikal

Shake that ass (yeah) watch yourself

(Yeah) show me what you workin with but wash yourself

Fuck a dirty bitch (yeah) man I roll with a sturdy click

That'll murder shit, empty clips you never heard a spit

Slide a bitch what? Slide a bitch shit

Slide a bitch dick, then I slide out a bitch shit

Ain't no time to stick around and play step pops

Shit I'm tryin to get down, cop and upset blocks

Low price, quick flip, 2-8-K quick

Shit don't go right, 2 AK's spit stick to the script nigga

 

Chorus

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

..

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

Y'all get knocked, y'all turn bitch

We get knocked, we never snitch, c'mon

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Jay-Z - Lucky Me Lyrics

Jay-Z - Lucky Me Video

How can you fairly ask something from the outside looking in?

There's gotta be them times you'll be wrong. Nah Mean?

How can a mother fucka go round a hate a nigga

He never even met that he don't even know and shit?

I think this rap shit is all beef

 

Ya'll don't even know everyday I'm livin with stress

Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest

Can't even enjoy myself at a party unless

I'm on the dance floor hot ass vest

You think I'm freakin' these chicks right?

I'try not to brush against they chest

You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped

Swear to everything when I leave this earth

It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in the dirt

You could try me fucka but when I squeeze it hurts, fine

We'll lose two lives, yours and mines

Gimme any amount of time dont let Ms. Carter grieve

At the funeral parlor drippin' tears on my sleeve

Told the judge didn't budge it was him or me

And I ain't trying to be hard but I'm guilty as charged

Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God

And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars...Lucky Me

 

Chorus: Karen Anderson

 

You only know what you see,

You dont understand what it takes to be me.

 

I hate all girls with alterior motives

That's why I'm twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters

Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters

Hear the hate in my voice right? I hate that you noticed

Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own

Hate a nigga like that faggot, get your own

Hate that I can't roam the street without the clip and chrome

Knowing one day Im'a have to flip, c'mon

You know the shit don't stop 'til the Crist don't pop

And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don't lock

I'm trapped the whole worlds against me in fact,

It aint no turning back. Bring It On

Hate the price of fame cause it cost too much

Can I live without y'all niggas saying I floss too much?

Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us

Steady looking for flaws through us.... Lucky Me

Chorus: Karen Anderson, Jay-Z

 

You only know what you see,

You dont understand what it takes to be me

You only know what you see,

(Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain't gold)

You dont understand what it takes to be me

(And now that I've arrived

I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)

 

Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly

But I know any type of success breeds envy

I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me

Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny

But G's is heaven bound so how I'm gon' receive

Anything y'all pour to the ground next time throw it up

And ain't nothing changed so even in my afterlife I show it up

Dont grieve for me my art remains

Like a dart from the speaker to your heart

Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal

Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life

Though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife

Next time your thinking heist better be precise

Cause I'm fully prepared. One of us is gon' leave here

I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow

My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo

 

Chorus x 4

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Jay-Z - Money, Cash, Hoes Lyrics

Jay-Z - Money, Cash, Hoes Video

Jay-Z:

 

Turn the lights all the way

Turn the lights all the way down

What Uhhuh Yeah

(Uhh)

Come on

Big flow

(GGRRRRRR)

Come on yeah come on

 

Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick

Fuck all y'all haters blow dick

I spits the game for those that throw bricks

Money cash hoes money cash chicks what

Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street

Only wife of mines is a life of crime

And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests

How can I not flirt with death

That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us

We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us

Fuck it

Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz

Y'all cant floss on my level

I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter

When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture

If you get close enough you can read the scripture

It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what

 

Chorus: (repeat 2X)

 

Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT)

Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH)

Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON)

Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT)

 

Flavors robust platinum and gold touch

Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up

Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck

Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what

Us the villains, fuck your feelings

While yall playa hate we in the upper millions

Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft

Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings

I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealing

More money more cash more chilling

I know they gone criticize the hook on this song

Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song

Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world

Shit I led a life you can write a book on

Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street

Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller

 

Chorus: (2X)

 

DMX:

 

D-M-X and my dogs bite

Jigga my nigga rhyme all night

Thugs for life one night with this rap shit

Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen

When we clap shit

Actin like we owe em something

Then we show em something

Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something

Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood

Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food

And the only thing thats stoppin him is you

Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you

Topic include; choppin in two

Drop it to Clue and the response from the street

This was one dog that loves raw meat

But gettin back to just cause I, love my niggaz

I shed blood, for my niggaz

Let a nigga holler where my niggaz

All I'ma hear is right here my nigga

 

Chorus: (2X)

 

Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh

Ruff Ryders

My nigga Swizz

Uhhuh uhhuh

Dont stop biatch

Uh

Uhhuh yeah

Inspect the game yo

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Jay-Z - Marcy To Hollywood Lyrics

Jay-Z - Marcy To Hollywood Video

Jay-Z

...back again & back again

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

 

As a youth I used to hold the weed up

Old heads said I thought more like a soldier than a leader

In order to succeed I had to slow my speed up

Didn't listen to stuff took another puff of the chieva

They said believe us or not trust is somethin' you earn

With every mistake you make back to us you return

Probably would go Hollywood I thought he was jokin'

My first taste of fame I hit the first thing smokin'

All engulfed into honeys the pussy was tight

If she threw the pussy right I got mushy like

Damn baby I love you take all my cash

You ain't got to lie Jay, you already gettin' the ass

She loved that I was a thug it turned her on

Soon as I got soft it turned her off

I got relaxed put my feet up start dissin' my friends

& that's when the ceiling fell in

 

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

 

I came through with the shines

Like the streets was blind

Didn't master my Algebra no caliber

Stick me? I was thinkin' how & for what

But reality bites like a thousand mutts

Nothin' worse than the person that's foul with guts

To stick you quicker...

Bleek

This brand new nigga

Yup this is the foulest this ain't Hollywood

It's the Wild West whoever guns is the loudest

That's who's the best now take ten steps & draw

Who dope can take ten steps & remain raw

Who has no regards for the law?

Me that's who now let me ask you

Did you not know if we all don't eat

Some day that we all would beef?

Did you know about the crabs in the barrow

They would hear me creep

It's a muthaf**kin' war in these streets

 

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto

& I'm back again I'm back again

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto

& I'm back again I'm back again

 

Jay-Z

...from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

...from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

 

Sauce

As a youth I used to fold up

Old heads said I thought more like a leader than a soldier

Back in the days never no heat thought shit was cool

Good cat personified even went to school

Learned wild shit made me feel kinda live

Off of nothin' with this bullshit 9 to 5

I stayed broke made me easier to provoke

Ready to yoke the first muthaf**ka that joked

Same dude with the hard bottom

Went from laid back to locced out

From talk it over to t...I shot him

Ready to perish all the shit you cherish

Leave you the wettest I got a You die first, fetish

I can recall helpin' old chicks across the street

Now I help myself liftin' cats off they feet

Can't give a f**k nigga I just lost my moms

Why I need to feel something steel in both my arms

 

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

 

Bleek

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto

& I'm back again I'm back again

I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto

& I'm back again I'm back again

 

Jay-Z

I went from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again back again

...from Marcy to Hollywood

& back again back again

 

Uh huh uh geah since y'all niggas don't like to think.

I'ma make it real easy for y'all. You got three different

Types of nigga. First cat, as a youth is real wild &

For whatever reason he hit the money or whatever,

Cooled out. You got one cat that's ghetto, grimy always

Remained ghetto. You know that type. Then, you got

One cat very smart young man. E'rybody wanted him

To be a lawyer doctor whatever. Pressure drove him crazy

He wiled out. Ha geah...

 

...Marcy to Hollywood

& back again & back again

Back again Biotch

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Jay-Z - More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix) Lyrics

Jay-Z - More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix) Video

(feat. Beanie Siegel, Memphis Bleek & Dmx)

 

Jay-Z Talking:

 

Turn the lights even lower!

Hovah

Memphis Bleek

Beanie Seigels (uh huh)

Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)

DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night

 

Verse One, Jay-Z:

 

To the top wit my niggas

Pop wit my niggas

Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas

Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas

Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh)

Chill wit the crew (uh huh)

Real wit the crew

4 million sold, look- still wit the crew

Break bread wit the fam

Till I'm dead wit the fam

Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam

Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)

Ride for my hustlas

Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas

Roll wit my duns (uh huh)

Cold wit the guns (uh huh)

If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come

I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes

That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes

I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know

More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!

 

Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x's

 

More money, more cash, more hoes (what)

More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)

More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)

More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)

 

Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:

 

Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek

No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat

Y'all can't do nothing with this here

For one, I pack three 9s like the year

Y'all funny money hustlas

7 gram hustlas

Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas

I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4

While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough

Petty crime niggas

Petty time niggas

Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs

Now you got game in you

Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you

I'll put them thangs in you

I'm a hot lil' nigga

I ain't gotta tell niggas

You came too deep, one fell niggas

I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck

Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what

 

Chorus 2x's

 

Verse Three, Beanie Seigel:

 

Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y

North west south west south side

Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly

B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die

Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week

Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats

The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets

I gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek

Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat

6 hammers even though we only 3 deep

We clap up niggas

Smack up niggas

Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas

Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas

Get treated like Coke and get capped up niggas

The only thing funny

Is y'all never seen big face money

Till them big face 20s

 

Chorus 2x's

 

Jay-Z Talking:

 

Roc-a-fella shit

1999 (uh huh)

You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no other

Get down or lay down Ya heard!

No publishin' for niggas

I know y'all niggas wonderin, like:

When them niggas gone stop? (come on)

We got a date for you-

February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)

I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too

Just go head and do it!

Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists!

Just do it!

The world'll be a better place (haha)

Roc-a-fella

Beanie Seigel

Memphis Bleek

Hovah Hovah

Ya heard me!

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Jay-Z - Politics As Usual Lyrics

Jay-Z - Politics As Usual Video

You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me

Skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin

No waitin I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan

Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to

Hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble

Kids stop they greetin me, I'm talkin sweet to keys

Cursin the very God, that bought this wreath to be

My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices

And fools that think I slip, you fuck around

You get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy

On some I-do-or-die shit, for real

The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and

Just think, with this here, I'm tryin to feel made nig-ga

 

Politics as us-ual... I took my

Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some

VS somethins I can live with, stop frontin

And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised

No disrespect to you, make sure you word is true

I'm takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson

Have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off

You ain't seen money in your life, when it

Comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice

A smokin bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes

The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos

My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please

Ten year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used

With the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face

Youse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga

 

Politics as us-ual...

You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin

Low in the leather Zion, the best that's ever came

The game changes like, my mind just ain't right

We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your night

Suckin me in like a vacumn, I remember

Tellin my family I'll be back soon, that was December

Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later

Got me wise still can't break my underworld ties

I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot

Got matchin VCR's, a huge Magnavox

To nitch, green like spinach pop wines that's vintage

It's a lot of big money in my sentence

Hittin towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that

Chick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat

Ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin

The drawers from droppin, the law from watchin, I hate em

 

Politics as us-ual

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Jay-Z - I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me) Lyrics

Jay-Z - I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me) Video

Let's go

Hov!

Uh huh, Hov'

You, are, not, ready

Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova

 

I'm a hustler baby I'm a hustler

I just want you to know Wanna let you know

It aint where I been It aint where I been

But where I'm bout to go Top of the world!

Now I just wanna love you just wanna love you

But be who I am you know you love me

And with all this cash mo' money, mo' problems

You'll forget your man

Now give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

 

Verse 1

When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin

Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin

I'm a pimp by blood, not relation

Y'all be chasin, I replace them, huh?

Drunk off Crist', mami on E

Can't keep her little model hands off me

Both in the club, high, singing off key

And I wish I never met her at all...

It gets better, ordered another round

It's, about, to go, down

Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'

Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere

What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses

Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion

Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra

Filth marked jeans, take that off

 

Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

I said give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

 

Verse 2

Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage

Let's keep it real ma, you savin it for karats

You wanna see how far I'ma go

How, much I'ma spend but you already know

Zip, zero, stingy with dinero

Might buy you Crist', but that about it

Might light your wrist, but that about it

Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips

Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick

Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless

Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down

Get you bling like the Neptune sound

Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold

Ladies love me long time like 2Pac's soul

Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies

I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon

 

Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

I said give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

I'm a hustler baby uh, Hov'

I just want you to know Hov'

It aint where I been

But where I'm bout to go Hov', Hov'

Now I just wanna love you young Hova

But be who I am know you love me

And with all this cash mo' money, mo' problems

You'll forget your man

 

Verse 3

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Same song, I'm back, been around the world

Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls

From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia

The Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin

Can't deny me, why would you want to

You need me, why don't you try me

Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!

 

Give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

I said give it to me

Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

But don't bullshit me

Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

 

You gotta...

Give it to me

Uh, uh huh

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Jay-Z - Excuse Me Miss Lyrics

Jay-Z - Excuse Me Miss Video

(Jay Z)

You can't roll a blunt to this one

You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J

You gotta puff a J on this one. (inhales)

You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this one

You gotta drink Crist-ALL. Woo!

Buy some red wine, a little Gocha 9-7

This is for the grown and sexy

Uhh!

 

(Pharrell over penultimate line to intro)

You're so contagious, I can't take it

Have my baby, let's just make it

Ex-cuse me; what's your name?

 

(Jay Z)

Yeah, can I get my groove in on someone

'Cause I see some ladies tonight

That should be hangin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z

 

(Pharrell)

So hot to trot... la-dy!

 

(Jay Z + Pharrell)

Excuse me miss, what's your name?

Can you come , hang with me?

Possibly. Can I take you out, to-night

 

You already know what it's hittin for

Ma I got whatever outside and you know what I'm sittin on

50/50 Venture with them S dots kickin off

Armadale poppin now, only bring a nigga more

Only thing missin is a Missus

You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers

Got one chef, one maid. All I need is a partner

To play spades with the cards up, All trust!

Who else you gon' run with, the truth is us

Only dudes movin units em, Pimp Juice and us

It's the Roc in here!

Maebach outside got rocks n air

PJ's on the runway, Young got air

I don't land at a airport, I call it the clearport

Therefore, I don't wanna hear more

Back and forth about who's hot as Young, holla!

 

(Pharrell)

Sex-cuse me... damn!

You're so contagious, I can't take it

Have my baby, let's just make it. La-dy

 

(Jay Z)

I got my Gocha 9-7 on right now

You gotta puff a J to this one

Can't roll a blunt up to this one boy

 

(Pharrell)

You're so contagious, I can't take it

Have my baby, let's just make it

Ex-cuse me; what's your name? (AOWW!)

 

(Jay Z)

Cause I see some ladies tonight

That should be rollin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z

 

(Pharrell)

So hot to trot... la-dy! What's your name?

(Jay Z)

Cause I see some ladies tonight

That should be rollin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z

(Pharrell)

You're so foxy girl... you're so hot to trot...

 

(Jay Z)

Everybody's like, 'He's no item. Please don't like him

He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!'

Now she don't like him, she never met him

Groupies try to take advantage of him, he won't let 'em

He don't need 'em, so he treats 'em like he treats 'em

Better them than me, she don't agree with him

She's mad at that, he's not havin that

So those opposites attract like mag-a-nets

She sees more than the Benz wagon, the friends taggin along

With a flashy nigga braggin on the song

She gets a glimpse of Shawn and she likes that

He 2 ways her, so she writes back

Smiley faces after all of her phrases

Either she the one or I'm caught in the matrix

Fuck it, let the Fish-burn

Red or green pill, you live and you learn. C'mon!

 

(Pharrell)

Sex-cuse me... damn!

 

(Jay Z)

You gotta throw on your fine linens for this one

 

(Pahrrell)

You're so contagious, I can't take it

Have my baby, let's just make it. La-dy

 

(Jay Z)

You might go, you mighta gotta go get you some Scooby Doo's

Gotta throw on ya Scooby Doo's; those are shoes by the way

 

(Pharrell)

You're so contagious, I can't take it

Have my baby, let's just make it

 

(Jay Z)

Gotta throw on Scooby Doo's, hehehehe

 

(Pharrell)

Ex-cuse me; what's your name? You so foxy girl

So hot to trot... la-dy! What's your name?

 

(Jay Z)

This for the grown and sexy. Only for the grown and sexy. Uh

 

(Pharrell) Lady. What's your name?

 

(Jay-Z) Woo!

 

(Pharrell)

You're so foxy girl... you're so hot to trot...

 

(Jay Z)

Love let's go half on a son. I know my past ain't one

You can easily get past, but that chapter is done

But I'm done readin for now

Remember spades face up, you can believe him for now

But ma you got a f'real f'serious role

I'm bout to give you all the keys and security codes

'Bout to show you where the cheese, let you know I ain't playin

But, before I jump out the window, what's your name?

 

(Pharrell)

Sex-cuse me... damn!

You're so contagious, I can't take it

Have my baby, let's just make it. La-dy

You're so contagious, I can't take it

Have my baby, let's just make it

 

(Pharrell)

Ex-cuse me; what's your name? You're so foxy girl...

So hot to trot...

La-dy! What's your name? You're so foxy girl... You're so hot to trot...

 

(Jay Z)

Woo!

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Jay-Z - If I Should Die Lyrics

Jay-Z - If I Should Die Video

Come on...life...death...here...gone...Yo

 

If I should die don't cry my niggas

Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas

And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas

Get on my niggas when it's real

Say word to Shawn my niggas

If I should die *echoes*

 

Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas

In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas

I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas

I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big Poppa

Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas

At high school got head by the lockers

Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers

Rocked jewels dropped school still didn't fail

Rhymes still written well hold court in the street

Never sit in the cell for a second then I'm gettin' my bail

Shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck

Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me

Everybody around us become one for that day

To live life get your shit right & play

Don't get it twisted like braids if I miss that's ok

But life's short don't miss a day uhh

 

If I should die don't cry my niggas

Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas

And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas

Get on my niggas when it's real

Say word to Shawn my niggas

If I should die...

 

Wais

...don't cry my niggas

It's been one hell of a ride my niggas

Say word to Wais my niggas

When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas

Just keep gettin' it on my niggas

Say word is bond my niggas

 

I got a lot to look back on in '88

Got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on

Gettin' shorties like a thespian

Had an episode with two lesbians got a fetish for that

Drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks & pulled the root out

Squeeze my whole clip to survive shootouts

Been on both coasts fired all kinds of heat

Probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets

I got demands to meet and questions to fulfill

Like is that mystery God real?

And how was Kennedy killed? I ain't mad

I must've smoked a ton of reefer sipped Coronas

With Latifah broke the code of Geneva

I know when I reach the other side I'ma see the

Cat I had beef with who blood remains on my sneaker

Then it's on again if I could be born again

I live my life through my son

And tell him never have a friend

Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time

That I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid

Niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run thicker

Never shed tears cry liquor my nigga

 

If I die don't cry my niggas

It's been one hell of a ride my niggas

Say word to Wais my niggas

When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas

Just keep bangin' these songs my niggas

Say word is bond my niggas

If I die...

 

Half Dead

...don't cry my niggas

Just stay gettin' high my niggas

Don't wonder why my niggas

When I'm gone live on my niggas

Just follow my path my niggas

Say word to Half my nigga

 

I'm the aftermath of pleasure never die alone

Born to live forever through life's struggles

I cut corners & took drastic measures

See you niggas life expire right in front of me

Time could never mend what these cold streets

Mentally done to me too often I close my eyes

And see my own coffin feelin' haunted ready to leave

This world that I'm lost in my only chance

To see the seeds I lost through abortion

When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn

Keep flossin' as long as my name

Lives on what's most important

I'll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life

Afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics

It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights

& I'd return on the 3rd like Christ

Without my physical portion

My spirit a poltergeist for sure

I'll be back through the heist tomorrow

Blood over y'all fake niggas door

What you thought? huh

What you thought? nigga

 

If I should die don't cry my niggas

Just stay gettin' high my niggas

Don't wonder why my niggas

When I'm gone live on my niggas

Just follow my path my niggas

Say word to Half my nigga

When I die...

 

Wais

...don't cry my niggas

It's been one hell of a ride my niggas

Say word to Wais my niggas

When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas

Just keep gettin it on my niggas

Say word is bond my niggas

If I die...

 

Jay-Z

...don't cry my niggas

Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas

And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas

Get on my niggas when it's real

Say word to Shawn my niggas

If I should die...

 

...I'd tell Big they're still hearin' his songs

Run into Pac ask him where we went wrong

Tell him life is miserable when ya dealin' in the physical form

Is everything that's invisible gone?

I need to know will I still feel pain or will it be ironic?

Will I chill in the flames for all the ills of my brain?

Can I reveal the game to all the hustlers

Trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place?

Can I puff cigars & drink Cristal?

If this is heaven to me is this considered heavenly?

Can I still touch lives answer they whats & whys

Make sure everybody in my fam' clutch five?

If I should die...

...don't cry my niggas

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