Jay-Z

[fox69]

"The Joy"
(with Jay-Z)
(feat. Curtis Mayfield)

"The Joy"
(with Jay-Z)
(feat. Curtis Mayfield)



[Hook - Curtis Mayfield:]
Add a little sugar, honeysuckle lamb
A great big expression of happiness
Boy, you couldn't miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are all the makings of you

[Verse 1 - Kanye West:]
I do it for the forefathers and the street authors
That are now A&Rs in the cheap office
Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Girls that's way too fine for us to keep off of
Gave her a handshake only for my man’s sake
She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
Now there’s crumbs all over the damn place
And she want me to cum all over her damn face
I never understood planned parenthood
Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood
Taking refills of that Plan B pill
Another shorty that won’t make it to the family will
If I don’t make it, can’t take it, hope the family will
They ain't crazy, they don’t know how insanity feel
Don C just had a shorty, so it’s not that bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Kanye West:]
No electro, no metro, a little retro, ahh, perfecto
You know the demo, your boy act wild
You ain't get the memo? Yeezy’s back in style
Now one room got Gidget, the other got Bridget
What’s more tripped out, dawg, is they sisters
Nah, you ain't listen, they black, they "sisters"
They momma named them after white bitches
So next time you see me on your fallopian
Though the jewelry’s Egyptian, know the hunger’s Ethiopian
Stupid questions like “Is he gon' be dope again?
Have you seen him? has anybody spoke to him?”
This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch
And a bag of weed; the Holy Trinity
In the mirror where I see my only enemy
Your life’s cursed, well mine’s an obscenity

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jay-Z:]
This is my momma shit; I used to hear this
Through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pajama shit
Afros and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja had it
Popping like the sample that I’m rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don’t needle pop
Taking sips of pop, six pack of Miller nips
Pink Champale, Ballantine Ale
Bally’s on my feet help me balance out well
That and the shit I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from the parties from my momma’s
Virgin Marys try to judge her
I’m like “Where the Madonnas now?”
Give all glory to Gloria
They said “you raised that boy too fast, but you was raising a warrior”
We victorious, they’ll never take the joy from us, uh

[Outro - Kid Cudi (w/ Pete Rock):]
Keep your hands up, get mine up
Don’t let them take your fire
Yeah, okay
(It’s Pete Rock, Kanye, one, two, okay)

 

[fox69]

"The Prelude"

"The Prelude"


[Intro: snippets of Eddie in "Super Fly"]
You know, you've got this.. fantasy in your head about
getting outta the life and, setting the corporate world on its ear
What the FUCK you gonna do except hustle?
Besides pimpin... you really ain't got the stomach for that

[Jay-Z]
The game's fucked up
Nigga's beats is banging, nigga your hooks did it
Your lyrics didn't and your gangster look did it
So I would write it if y'all could get it
Being intricate'll get you wood, critic
On the Internet, they like you should spit it
I'm like you should buy it, nigga that's good business
Hehe, forget this rap shit I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle
As you see I can't leave so I do love you
But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was
What these pills are, I was a real star
Complete with real, cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the video run
And my real life, complete with real, ice
VVS boulders oh they're visibly set
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck
You see Hova, wasn't digital yet
Befo' Steve Jobs, made the iPod
Was getting head, jobs, we call that intimate
Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette
With a automatic weapon I was rapping with a tec
(Fresh) like (Mannie) be, chain like anti-freeze
Shoebox full of cash, dealer man hand me ki's
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don't take Nancy Drew to see
what it do, I'm a damn G
Just sent a million dollars through a hands free
That's big money talk, can you answer me?
Before the answer was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick
Sure he's rich now cause he saw the shit, all this shit
That's why they call him Hov', cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights
Bought a 9 for non-stop glock work all the time
Woo! Guess who's back?
Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, I've been set
I've been through with this bullshit game but I never quit
I used to think rapping at 38 was ill
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill'
I know I ain't quite 38 but still
The flow so (Special) got a (38) feel
The real is back, hehehehe

 

[fox69]

"The R.O.C."
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)

"The R.O.C."
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)



[Jay-Z]
Nah motherfucker
Ge-ge-geah-geah
Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah
Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Beanie Sigel]
We be the R,O,C .. y'all get your dope from us
We runs the R,O,C.. yeah, keep up niggaz, c'mon

Aiyyo you niggaz talk a lot of nuthin, like you always God or sumthin
Like you always shot at sumthin, niggaz never shot at nuthin
Like you shotty sumthin, like you body sumthin
nigga your body duckin is nuthin you're bluffin
You niggaz talk shit like you draw quick
but when the 4's grip, I floor quick; you, your man, your bullshit
Your man bullshit? Might get him four quick
All up in his fore shit; c'mon, stop the bullshit
It's B Sig dog, straight in da league y'all
Straight out da school yard Hoover, I schooled y'all
Now school's out, lights out tools out
You fools out c'mon y'all pick a new route
while I pick the new flow, kick it to your new ho'
to get next to your new dough
Your new crack spot you know Mac steal crack to crack pot
niggaz know I spit on every track hot

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It's the R, O, C, stop
From Tower to ma'n'pop we move out the stop
R,O,C, stop
We shower your mom block and move out with glocks

[Memphis Bleek]
Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my G's
Yo yo
Aiyyo, this for my G's, hoes, gangstas, foes
niggaz who get dough rep for get lo
I got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks)
eights (eights) bank (bank) bitch act straight
I'm hot son
[Beans] Stop son they livin a lie duke
You plot son I pop one still in the sky duke
M to the A to the R-C-Y duke
niggaz die here can't nothin revive you
I'm still here niggaz see what I drive through
Sittin on dubs with screens inside too
I'm simply street, I'm Memphis Bleek
Catch me with them green jars in the tinted jeep
On, B-L-A-D's I get C-L-A-P's
Catch me not givin a fuck I'm on these LA Trees
One for Sigel Sigel, two for the Jigga and
Three for Amil-lion and four for Memph Man

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]
Aiyyo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that
And Mac with this mac ..
and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at
Where your apartment at
You fuck around and have me creepin in the dark where you be often at
or where you be.. creepin at
Where your birds be.. shh
Oops mean (chirpin at) damn I'm hurtin that
Workin that spittin that shit like that's on purpose
That's, some freestyle shit, I don't know
Hey playboy take that back a bit
Yo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that
and Mac with this mac ..
and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at
Where your apartment at
You fuck around have me creepin in the dark where you be often at
or where you be.. creepin at, sleepin at
Where your birds be, cheepin at
Oops mean chirpin that, damn I be workin that
Hurtin that, aiyyo playboy (?) that

[Chorus]

[Outro]
R,O,C, stop
R,O,C.. mom block and move out with glocks
Uhh uhh, geah, uh-huh-uh-uh
Uh-huh-uh-uh, y'all can't fuck with us
Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us
Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us
Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us [fades out]

 

[fox69]

"The Return"

"The Return"


[Intro]
Halt! Who goes there?
It is I sire Tone from Brooklyn.
Well, speak up man what is it?
News from the East sire! THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS HAS RETURNED!

[Verse 1: Jay-Z (R. Kelly)]
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the freshest of them all?
I love ‘em all but none of yall can fuck with the double suicide doors on that black phantom,
Fuck em all
We got hits like a 30 shot clip when we throw one in the air everybody hit the floor
Holla atcha boy, boys, when we boys so we bringin out them toys
Lane to lane on the dana danes
We give you noise man when the year change we change, nigga we right here
We can go bang for bang
We can go clip for clip nigga chain for chain
We can go bitch for bitch got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip like my celly that ring, sing!
(Me and Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin
OH! Best of Both Worlds)
Best of Both Worlds and we rock the globe
You knamsayin
Ya boy H-O wit Kels we not playin
Losers lose so when we does what we do we win
Then win again like de ja vu
Then we win again like MJ do
Three-peat then retreat the waters that’s blue
Young scrappy this what grown men do lets move!

[Chorus: R. Kelly (2x)]
In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustling boys and girls
It’s the return of Best of Both Worlds
(Nothin can hold us now!)

[Verse 2: R. Kelly]
Now all the ladies love Kels cause Kels is fresh
And plus Kels got “superpimp” ‘cross his chest
I got a phat gold chain and I drop top Lex
And when im rollin thourhg ya hood I be causin wrecks
Man I’m a gigalo, Air Force Ones and fresh linen
I be in the club while my chrome still spinnin
Ladies line up in a single file line just to hit a ?? I’ll sing ‘em a few lines like (Me and
Michelle at the hotel while Jay and Tone on the way to the after party got the ladies sayin OH!
Best of Both Worlds!)
Shuttin it down you knamean
Kels and Jigga man bacl on the scene
Step up in the club so fresh and so clean
Ladies be like damn! BLING! BLING! BLING
Hov rap and I SING! SING! SING
H to the O and the R&B King, before we do a show its like CHING! CHING! CHING!
So Lodi Dodi, we likes to party, we don’t start fights we don’t bother nobody
The good news is haters we gat a lotta dough, bad news is it’s the return of Best of Both…

[Chorus]

[Bridge: R. Kelly]
We on a world tour wit Jay and my man
Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand
London, Paris, New York, D.C., Detroit, From Chi-Town to Cali
We on a world tour wit Kels and ya man
Goin each and everywhere wit the mic in our hand
Philly, Jersey, Dallas, St. Louis, Miami
Best of Both comin to ya city!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"The Return (Remix)"
(feat. Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick)

"The Return (Remix)"
(feat. Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick)



[Intro: Tone (Doug E. Fresh)]
Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean?
And I'm about to bring y'all some history
We got the best of both worlds
And I got the Get Fresh Crew
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)

[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all, but none of y'all
Is Doug E., as me and the boy Kelly
With the suicide doors, fuck 'em all
We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor
Holla at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys
I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's
Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change, we change
Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank
We can go clip for clip, nigga, chain for chain
We can go bitch for bitch, got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings

[Hook: R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way to the afterparty
Got the ladies sayin', oh

[Jay-Z]
Best of both worlds, and we rock the club
youknowhatimsayin
Boy H-O, Kells, we not playing
Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win
And win again, like deja vu
Then we win again, like M.J. do
Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue
Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move

[Chorus 2x: R. Kelly]
In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys and girls
It's the return of best of both worlds

[Slick Rick]
Well once upon a time, they left the glove and the star, kid
He swore he was the man, but he was nothing but garbage
Let me rephrase that, bubblin' with pride
Did have skills, but he was ugly inside
Instead of uplift folks, sittin' on the non sense
Hurtin' people feelings like he didn't have a conscience
Like 'I love you', when he's hittin' that stash
Then degraded, the shorty, like he didn't have class
Even let a gay jew man tack his jheri
Then, got the nerve to call the next cat a fairy
Swindlin', forgot the god above him
Finally, fan base trinklin' down to nothing
No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break
Bitter and evil, didn't learn from his mistake
The moral of the story is, don't be a pair of knickers
Be good, boys and girls, and you can be as great as
Rick is

[Chorus 2x]

[R. Kelly w/ Doug E. Fresh beatboxing]
My baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue
It took half the pay, and now my life is filled with rainy days
But I stashed some dough, how much, you'll ever know
It's Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, Kells and Jay-Z

 

[fox69]

"The Ruler's Back"

"The Ruler's Back"


[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhh
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uhh
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
I, am, back, niggaz
Ha ha ha ha ha.. uh-oh, uh-oh - whoo!
Ladies and gentlemen.. H, to the Izzo
I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase
I surely appreciate it - whoo!
What you about to witness is my thoughts
Just my thoughts man - right or wrong
Just what I was feeling at the time, uhh
You ever felt like this, you vibe with me
Walk with a nigga man - just vibe with me

Yo, gather round hustlers that's if you still livin
And get on down, to that ol' Jig rhythm
Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high
I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns
Y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'all on?
I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm
Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon
I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred
I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread
Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you
I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to
plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight
Hov's a soldier, Hov' been fightin all his life so
What could you do to me? It's not new to me
Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me?
But you will respect me, simple as that
Or I got no problem goin back
I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat
Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped
So off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro
The ruler's back

Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh
I, am, BACK, niggaz - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo!
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the motherfuckin music up
The ruler's back
I, am, back, niggaz
Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah

Well in these times, well at least to me
There's a lot of rappers out there tryin to sound like Jay-Z
I'll help you out, here's what you do
You gonna need a wide lens cause that's a VERR' big shoe
And you got a couple of +Beans+ and you don't have a +Clue+?
You situation is +Bleek+, I'ma keep it +Rell+ cause
Fuckin with me, you gotta drop +Amil+
Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop f'real
Don't only talk it, walk like it - from the Bricks to the booth
I can predict the future like Cleo the psychic
You can't date skee-os and wife it (uh-uh)
And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices
So what your life is? We gon' roll
'til the wheels fall off, y'all muh'fuckers check the tires
Off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro
The ruler's back

Uhh, uhh
I, am, back, niggaz
Feels good! Ha
Pah, holla at me!
The ruler's back
Yeah.. whoo!
Yeah.. yeah.. yeah..

Now bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, whoo! Whoo!
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah
Bounce, c'mon, bounce
Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen
Just what I'm feelin at the time, you know what I mean?
Knahmean? [music fades w/ ad libs]

 

[fox69]

"The Streets"

"The Streets"


Dear God.. how can I explain myself?
[J] Oh God bless me indeed
When I'm so confused
[J] Enlarge my territory
[J] Place your love and protection over me at all times
Help me!
[J] Keep me away from evil
Somebody answer me! [echoes]
[J] Allow me not to cause pain

[Jay-Z]
Police in the background, screamin put the thing down
That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down
Si-rens ringin out, old ladies screamin out
All this attention for me and I'm barely sixteen now
.. it's feelin like a dream now
Handcuffed, roughed up, I'm tossed in the bing now
I'm lyin next to fiends now, that's the end of the story
Let me bring y'all niggaz back to the very first scene now
December 4th, a child is born
Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on
That's how we do it when the man of the house is gone
You either, stand or fall, I chose to stand
The hawk outside, so I blow my hand
It's a cold cold world but I overstand
Tryin to stay focused but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein broke, I'm a man - c'mon

[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
.. get the best of you

[R. Kelly]
Late one night I was, rollin the streets
Just, thinkin about what's goin on with me and
trapped in this thug life, tryin to break free but
this thug life just keeps callin me
I'm livin life way too dangerously
I'm drownin in my misery
Looked in the mirror, there's my enemy
Cause poppa never was a part of me
Take one step at a time, mama said
Sweet memories still remain in my head
All of my life been lied to, misled
Voices be like, "Don't you wish you was dead?"
No ground to place my feet
I feel the fire under me
A way out is all I need
Somebody, answer me!

[Chorus + ad libs]

[Jay-Z]
Now the only thing left is more spirit to roam free
.. cause ain't no goin home for me
It's a cold cold world but I blew my hand
A true first cause I knew that man
I knew what he would do if I didn't draw first
And I couldn't stand the thought of my momma steppin foot inside a church
All I try to do is try to get up out the dirt
Guess he's tryin to do the same, told me get up out his turf
I wanted to talk to him, but that shit'd never work
We was cut from the same cloth and what was under his shirt was his
momma's rent, his young brother's clothes
My nephew's food, and with that I suppose
.. and with that I froze
Now my life is frozen in time behind these iron folds
And this story is told, for young soldiers
who never choose the life we chose

[Chorus + (ad libs)]

[R. Kelly]
Tears in my eyes as I look up, I'm tryin to
hold back my pride but reality is screamin
Gotta get a job cause mo-mma also screamin
Streets are just like drugs, and it's like I'm out here fiendin
Forget all the hits in the industry, cause
ain't no exceptions in this game for me, look
Neither God or my enemies, I
choose God cause he understands, this
young man with a thuggish heart
Whole world in his hands but still torn apart
Like I'm so close, but it's still so far
Nightmares of me in a swervin car, ohhh
No ground to place my feet (my feet)
I feel the fire under me (heyyy)
A way out is all I need (all I need)
Somebody, answer me!

[Chorus + ad libs]

 

[fox69]

"The Streets Is Watching"

"The Streets Is Watching"


Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watchin, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
You don't have to look
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Uh-huh uh, check

Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless
But if you shoot me, then you're famous -- what's a nigga to do?
When the, streets is watching, blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it, that's the fastest way to get extorted
But my time is money, at twenty-five, I can't afford it
Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates
niggaz you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it
Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on fuck time
Y'all niggaz ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggaz
tryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John McNale
The type to start a beef then, run to the cops
When I see you in the street got, one in the drop
Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop
Taking pictures with some bitches, in front of the drop
The streets is watching

[Chorus]
When the, streets is watching
Blocks keep clocking
Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake
Can't ignore it

Now it's hard not to kill niggaz
It's like a full time job not to kill niggaz, can't chill
the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms
niggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up
Sweet niggaz running 'round swearing shit is sweeter
Once you're tagged lame the game is follow the leader
Everybody want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer
Kidnap niggaz wanna steal ya
Broke niggaz want no cash, they just wanna kill ya
for the name, niggaz don't know the rules
Disrespectin the game, want you to blow your cool
Force your hand, of course that man's plottin
Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on

[Chorus]

My street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money
we like armed co-defendants, nigga we stick together
Shit whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground
Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around
Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found
Put in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now
Got a face too easy to trace, niggaz mouths got slow leaks
Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets
She got his face like Mercury you jerkin me? Hectic
Had to call upon my wolves to send, niggaz the message
I said this: 'Let's play fair and we can stay here
I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men like daycare'
Hey there's money to be made and, niggaz got the picture
Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer
Then hard times fell upon us, half of my staff
had warrants, the other half, in the casket lay dormant
I felt like life was cheating me, for the first time
in my life I was getting money but it was like my concious was eating me
Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that?
I'm playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back
like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad
Was niggaz thinkin simplify was turning cocaine crack?
Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack
and knock a lot like two trains that's on the same track
'Fore I get my life together like the oars I bring back
In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot
Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop
Set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan
For three straight weeks, niggaz slaughtered the block
But you know the game is 'lluted, fucked up me and my dues
One drop can wipe a nigga out, faster than the cops
and this unstable way of living just, had to stop
Half of my niggaz got time, we done real things
By ninety-four became the subject of half of y'all niggaz rhymes
Public apoligies to the families of those caught up in my street
But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in the streets
The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime
And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind
I figured, 'Shit why risk myself I just write it in rhymes
And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine'
The mindstate, of a nigga who boosted the crime rate
so high in one city they send National Guards to get me
Ya dig?

The streets

 

[fox69]

"The Watcher 2"
(feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim, Truth Hurts)

"The Watcher 2"
(feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim, Truth Hurts)



[Jay-Z]
Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga
Eat for a livin nigga (watcher)
That's how I live for a livin nigga.. (watcher)
Okay, let's do this (the watcher)

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin they bangers
Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners
I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers
I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners
'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was
I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers
I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
Grand fucked up one fight
I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom?
Allowed me to be taught
You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH!
You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
It's only right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain
Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited
in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME!
J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa
The past present nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops
It's the Roc

[Chorus: Truth Hurts]
I know, you got your eyes on me
I feel you watchin me
But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Ain't what you thought you saw
You bed-da off not lookin at all
(Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo')
(People I used to know, just don't know me no mo')
(But everywhere that I go, I got people I know)
(Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low)

[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
I'm still on top of the game
Still droppin flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the fame
over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
the streets, they made a special spot for my name
Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins
The pride and the pain
All the way back from the rise of my name
See the world clear through the eyes of the mane
See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
The eyes that I played
The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Rakim]
I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it
take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it
These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one cause of death is money
You can try copin
I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken
I'm still alive and scopin
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes]

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"There's Been A Murder"

"There's Been A Murder"


[BLAM BLAM]
[woman screaming in pain.. cops yelling "Go! Go! Go! Go!"]
[police sirens]

[Hook:]
Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think there's been a..
I.. I think there's been a..
Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think there's been a..
I.. I think there's been a..

[Jay-Z]
I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies like (c'mon nigga) "You're going with us"
I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discuss
not only money but all the emotions going through us
Why we don't cry when niggas die, that's how the street raised him
Look in the air, say a prayer (hail Mary) hoping God forgave him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement
We live dangerous, often finding ourself in the eyes of strangers
(Who the fuck is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is rich
as seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain't seen shit
Back to live action, I'm packing, I'm still in the mix
like new hits, I think I'm going over your head a little bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
Jay-motherfucking-Z; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uh

[Hook]

[Jay-Z]
My infatuation with autos led to autos getting sprayed
Houses getting broken in, quarters getting tried
Bricks getting chopped, mom's pots getting used
One thrown in that water, try the soda in there too
Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seat, roof gone
Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon
I gotta do Shawn, 'cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm
I was getting my loot on, nigga I'm too strong
Eat till the food's gone, they placed me on this earth
The twin brother of Rick Porter, separated at birth
I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler
Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us
Ain't enough bucks for us to split in this shit
Plus ain't nobody loving us; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uh

[Hook]

[Jay-Z]
See my life is like a see-saw
And until I move this weight it's gonna keep me to the floor
Travel with me through my deep thoughts
You all can't learn Jigga by the shit you all be reading in The Source;
It's deeper of course
Follow the life of this reckless minor
At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver
Playing, cops and robbers, like shots can't stop us
Flipping a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers)
Buck-thirty on the turns
Reckless abandon, when I'm standing on this pedal
Hand on my metal, minus all this time they trying to give me
Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or
somebody to tell me that they felt me
I tried to play the hand you dealt me
but you gave me five funnies and shit
I was hungry I need menage money
Nothing less than a 520; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is *BLAM*

(Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh)