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"Things That U Do"
(feat. Mariah Carey)

"Things That U Do"
(feat. Mariah Carey)



[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh, uh
Jigga man, uh-huh MC
ThatOs right
Swizz Beatz
Uh, uh, come on

[Mariah (Jay-Z)]
It's the things that you do
That make me feel so...
(Come on, inhale, exhale, breathe on it for me)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain
(Uh)
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Bounce, bounce)
It's the things that you do
That make me feel so..
(Exhale breathe on it for me)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain (Yeah)
I love you
(Uh come on)
You thug look at what you make the clubs do

[Jay-Z]
You know the flow sicka, know Jigga, mo' sicka now right
You know what me and Swizz's shit sound like
Crazed and demonic, uh without blazin chronic
Product of Reaganomics
You know that motherfuckin stoop raised me
Ringin in da hoops but I was too lazy
School made me sick, teachers said I was too crazy
Low and behold, it's the new and improved Jay-Z
Let me explain this to you baby
I spent nights out, days in
Niggaz was blazing, twelve noon where I was raised in
I felt caged in but kept roaming
Prayed for the Day of Atonement
Married to the streets no date of annulment
It seems every time it comes up
They postpone it
So I kept my chrome at the waist
Waiting for the omen
Savoring the moment and now you know
The reason that I flow the way I flow baby

[Mariah (Jay-Z)]
It's the things that you do
(Uh, inhale, exhale, breathe on it)
That make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explains
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Bounce, shake, bounce, shake)
It's the things that you do
That make me feel so..
(Uh, exhale, breathe on it for me)
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh)
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Drop, bounce, yo)

[Jay-Z]
You know I move like an ounce
Bottled up like crack
That's how I make you bounce like that
Defy Webster's words they can't pronounce like that
That's why no other rapper got a sound like that
Trap, trap of my life
Flashback, kill niggaz
Rap skills unmatched, Jigga man baby
I can't entertain it sometimes I can't explain it
God given, gifts of a soul for hard living
Far be it from me to question Allah's wisdom
Could've been lost in the system
Instead I'm involved with the rhythm
I dodged prison, came out unscathed from car collisions
I know I must be part of some mission
Shit I used take it for granted
Why they placed me on this planet
I would ask myself while writin raps to myself
But right there under my nose
Was the flow of all flows
Not a demon but a rose in the cement, come on

[Mariah (Jay-Z)]
It's the things that you do
That make me feel so..
(Inhale, exhale, breathe on it MC)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain
(Uh)
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Bounce, shake, shake it, uh)
It's the things that you do
That make me feel so..
(Exhale, uh)
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Lights out nigga)

[Jay-Z]
You know I've traveled through zones
Homes spazzed like a bad back
I came into this game on Jaz's back
I jumped off stood on my own two like boom, that's that
Yeah I'm here to show and prove
Don't matter to me the Garden or flowin on Clue
Whatever niggas wanna do - it's alright with me
Whether you big or bossy, jig or flossy
Dusty or musty, sober or saucy
Broker than Todd Bridges, richer than Bill Cosby
Forgive me for my arrogance or you still salty?
Past on to the next life and you still haunt me
I'mma keep doing me unfortunately
I make the club rock, make thugs pop guns
Make old folks do the bus stop; can't stop son
Shit I give you what's hot and what's not, I never knew
Y'all (niggas) know (niggas) how (niggas) do

[Mariah (Jay-Z)]
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
(Uh, exhale, inhale)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Uh, bounce, shake, what? uh-huh)
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
(Uh-huh, inhale, exhale)
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Bounce, shake ladies)
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
(Uh-huh, breathe for me, uh, uh-huh)
And I don't know the way I feel
I can explain
(Uh)
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
(Lights out niggas)
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
It's the things that you do that make me feel so..
And I don't know the way I feel I can explain
I love you
You thug look at what you make the clubs do
 
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"This Can't Be Life"
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Scarface)

"This Can't Be Life"
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Scarface)



[Jay-Z]
Geah.. whassup?
Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz
Real niggaz, worldwide
Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story
We all ghetto B - here's mine
Geah

See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms
38 longs inside my mom's Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid
Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it
Bout to lose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!"
It's like '93, '94, bout the year
that Big and Mag dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked
outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked
Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
like "Damn; I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts
Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin
So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait!
It gets worse, baby momma water burst
Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on
Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb
Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be -- soon

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be life, this can't be love
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

[Beanie Sigel]
Chill dog
Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother
Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother
Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another
I'm thinkin damn; how my older sister gon' make me tougher
When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real
I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills
Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real
Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real
What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real
What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real
Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans
Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin
Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an
I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine
Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body
Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee
I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me
Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me
There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans
Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin
My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog
Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog
I come back in the afterlife
Like fuck it I done touched hell twice; what's the meanin?

[Chorus]

[Scarface]
Yeah.. uhh..
Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig'
I got a phone call from one of my nigs
Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids
And when I heard that I just broke into tears
And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is
But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib
So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news
Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two
Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars
Lovin your kids just like you was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours
I just know that heaven'll open these doors
And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this
God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company
Who loves all and hates not one
And one day you gon' be wit your son
I could've rapped about my hard times on this song
But heaven knows I woulda been wrong
I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love
It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us
This can't be life

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
This can't be life..
 
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"This Life Forever"

"This Life Forever"


Uh-huh
Blackhand Ent.
Roc-a-Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction
With everything official
Yeah

I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending half the day
Plotting, how we gonna get this math with out getting blast away
I wake up to the same problems after today
Life is harsh, nigga got a right to spark
Right from the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of nine
I tend to mine and to surrender to crime
Wouldn't wish this on nobody like the end of like mine
Ever since i was quite young a nigga been in divine
Had to scratch for every plaque, rap ain't even all its cracked up to be
Niggas don't stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of trouble
trapped in, claustrophobic the only way out was rapping
America don't understand it, the demographics i tapped in
I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and anything else is foolish
Like those who stay high, under God's grey skies
My lyrics is like Bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly
Never let em see you frown, even smile when you down
Shit, i floss on my off-days fuck what they all say
Niggas can't stop me like rumors, I'm too strong
All-day
Socks explode and sweatpants pockets is bulging
Holding it down on the corner of my block, posin'
My spot is golden, drop the price on the coke and
Drove the competition out and let the dough flow in
The cops is closing in, i can do the time
But whats really on my mine, is there's no hoes in the pen
I play the low and try and make it hard to find me
Feds still tryna build a case since '93
I told them, I'm retired but they like whatever
You know them pigs don't wanna see you get your life together

[Chorus:]
I'm stuck in this life forever
The more things change the more they stay the same
Who am i to change the game?
You gotta move quick like heroin and cocaine
The blocks hotter than its ever been

Once again
Hold the gun at eye level, i ain't afraid of conflict
I let the nine rip, nigga say "hi" to the devil
I blind with the bezel, I'm in line with the ghetto
What yall nigga afraid of my mind or the metal
Niggas tryna subtract my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the nine, so fucking with me just ain't the answer
I can't lose when i was young i was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone I'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but i got it from here
Don't sweat that, sounds bump from Marcy to Lefrak
To that pocket in DC where my man caught his death at
Over my years I've seen Rooks get tooken by the Knight
Lose they Crown by tryna defend a Queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the Bobby Fischer of rap
With raw moves in a time where we all move
Lets face it either your dough chasing, or basing
Lacing, cops got your face sprung like mason
Careful, any infiltration I'm leaving niggas
Leaving more than just information

[Chorus]

Uh
Real shit
The Black Gangsta
Blackhand Ent.
Roc a Fella
Never interrupt this thing of ours
The Black Ganagsa
Jigga
Hova
Roll with me
 
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"Threat"

"Threat"


[Intro]
Yo once a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, I done told you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
9 albums, stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives
9th wonder

[Verse One]
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I conductin
You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rylin me up
For three years, they had me peein out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

[Chorus]
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.

[Interlude]
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr!

[Verse Two]
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
... I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nuttin of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
... y'all niggaz is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
in your upper level, valet a couple strays
from the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealin with?
They call me Threats, nigga I been makin threats
since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard

[Verse Three]
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
like numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
It's a match made in heaven when I [blaow] 'splay the 7
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
[blaow blaow] that I'm so sin-surr?
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's right

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house
Nigga what the - where everybody live!
Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga
and help you swallow
Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga
And sweep nigga - hold on, I'll be - nigga what?
 
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"Tom Ford"

"Tom Ford"


[Intro]
Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass
Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford

[Verse 1]
Coming up, coming down
Riding clean fix your head in my crown
Bad bitch, H town
Keep it trill y'all know y'all can't fuck around
Paris where we been
'Pard my Parisian
It's Hov time in no time
It's fuck all y'all season
It's Bordeauxs and Burgundies
Flush out a Riesling
When's Hov's out, those hoes out
Y'all put y'all weaves in
Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass
Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass
Spent all my euros
On tuxes and weird clothes
I party with weirdoes
Yeah Hov, yeah Hov

[Hook]
I don't pop molly
I rock Tom Ford
International bring back the Concorde
Numbers don't lie check the scoreboard
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford

[Verse 2]
Hands down got the best flow
Sound I'm so special
Sound boy burial
This my Wayne Perry flow
Y'all know nothing about Wayne Perry though
District of Columbia
Guns on your Tumblrs
Fuck hashtags and retweets nigga
140 characters in these streets nigga
Pardon my laughing y'all only flagging on beats nigga
Pardon my laughing I happen to think you sweet

[Hook]
I don't pop molly
I rock Tom Ford
International bring back the Concorde
Numbers don't lie check the scoreboard
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford

[Outro]
Coming up, coming down
Riding clean fix your head in my crown
Bad bitch, H town
Keep it trill y'all know y'all can't fuck around
Coming up, coming down
Riding clean fix your head in my crown
Bad bitch, H town
Keep it trill y'all know y'all can't fuck around
I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford
 
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"Tom Ford (Remix)"
(feat. Pimp C)

"Tom Ford (Remix)"
(feat. Pimp C)



[Intro: Jay-Z]
Clap for a nigga with his rappin ass
Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass
Clap for a nigga with his rappin ass
Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass
...Tom Ford [3X]

[Jay-Z]
Comin up, comin down
Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown
Bad bitch, H-Town
Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around

Paris where we been, pard' my Parisian
It's Hov time in no time, it's fuck all y'all season
Piss Bordeauxs and Burgundies, flush out a Riesling
When Hov's out them hoes out, y'all put y'all weaves in
And - clap for a nigga with his rappin ass
Blow a stack for yo' niggaz with yo' trappin ass
Spent all my euros on tuxes and weird clothes
I party with weirdoes, yeah Hov, yeah Hov

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford
International, bring back the Concorde
Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard
...Tom Ford [5X]

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, hands down got the best flow, sound I'm so special
Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow
Y'all know nothin 'bout Wayne Perry though
District of Columbia, guns on your Tumblrs
Fuck hashtags and retweets (nigga)
140 characters in these streets (nigga)
Pardon my laughin, y'all only flaggin on beats (nigga)
Pardon my laughin, I happen to think you sweet, heh

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z (Beyonce)]
(Aww man homie) Uh, so throwed
Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down)
Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown)
Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town)
Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around)
Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down)
Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown)
Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town)
Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around)
Hol' up; I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford

[Pimp C]
Huh... CHU'UCH!
Hol' up, Tony Snow
Check 1-2, 1-2, bitch!
[taps mic] Is the mic on?
Sweet Jones, yeah... BEEEE-YATCH!
Knowmtalmbout?

"Keep yo' foot off in they ass", that's what Ken told me
Niggaz like to play games cause they feel like they know me (feel like they know me)
You don't know me nigga, I done changed (I done changed)
So don't be tryna put no shit off in the game (gaaaame)
This ain't no motherfuckin '91
We out here rappin for money, you niggaz rappin for fun
I don't fuck with nobody in this shit but Bun
Still give me a million, you gotta give that nigga one (onnne)
You can try me if you want to, bitch (want to, BE-YATCH!)
But I'ma show you what the fuck I'm workin with
(Uh!) It's man style, pistol popper, you ain't real
Just 'cause you born in Port Arthur don't make a nigga trill (TRILL)
Y'all here lettin that bitch run you
Need to put that hoe in check, that's what real nigga do (do!)
A bitch pussy ain't shit to me
And you ain't gettin no respect, bitch, if you're fuckin for free, uhh!

[Chorus]

[Pimp C]
HUH... CHU'UCH!
HOL' UP, TONY SNOW
SWEET JONES, BEEE-YATCH!

[Jay-Z (Beyonce)]
(Aww man homie) Uh, so throwed
Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down)
Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown)
Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town)
Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around)
Comin up (comin up) comin down (comin down)
Ride clean, fix your hair in my Crown (in my Crown)
Bad bitch (bad bitch) H-Town (H-Town)
Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around (fuck around)
Hol' up; I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford
 
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"Trouble"

"Trouble"



I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)

When the singer Rob calls the police on me y'all niggaz ran out and copped the CD
see what I discovered is y'all snitch lovers I might speak, but I don't fuck with nobody
see What Doug, Jimmy & L.A. don't know, these youngins crossed the line with Hov, I'm letting it blow
had the papers writing stories like: "didn't they know, this what happen when they made that rapper CEO"
I know, its just a matter of time before the steady hate start to overflow then the leavey breaks
and my conscience go, you escape the rico, why throw everything away over ego?
you paper chasing, they paper hating, billionaire Hov you on the pace to make it
fuck that exclamation comma quotations I love drama period

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)

smelling like Petrone singing dirty rap songs, tip-toeing in the crib like 6 in the morn
every day its the same I said in blueprint that I'd never change its just a part of the game
respect me I'm a thug, I might cool out for a sec but expect me to bug its in my blood
but if my chick leave me she gonna leave me for something, she gone leave me cause Halie,
she ain't gonna leave me for nothing, picture me getting up with something sleazy
something something so easy you could take out its beat like nothing something
soon as you finish cutting you like leave me please, not me I need Angelina Joli's company,
so I ain't gonna make a move unless I got I got a plan b, that'll happen the day i have a baby by free,
not to say that anything is wrong with free, just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar, know one thing, ima take the cookie not leave my ring
if my hands in the cookie jar know one thing ima take (laughs) y'all know what I mean

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)

unh, you little niggaz ain't deep you dumb, you niggaz ain't gangsta you gum, I chew little niggaz
hock-too, spew little niggaz, I can only view little niggaz like little niggaz
but in lieu of little niggaz trying to play that boy, I phew phew little niggaz with the latest toy
unlike you little nigga, I'm a grown ass man, big shoes to fill nigga, grown ass pants
prolly hustled with your pops, go ask your parents its apparent you're staring at a legend
who, put a few little niggaz in the they place before trying to eat without saying they grace before
blasphemous bastard get your faith restored you're viewing your version of the lord god
mc little nigga, applaud, or forever burn in the fire that I spit at y'all I rebuke you little nigga
the meek shall parish, ill roof you little nigga, I'm a project terrorist, cute you little niggaz
think you in my class substitute little niggaz soon feel my wrath, I mute you little niggaz
you a little nigga, I'll child abuse you little nigga, I'm a ill nigga, now shoot you little niggaz
go somewhere and play, cause the day I loose to you little niggaz, no day

I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I'm different but in the end we're all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I'm never gonna change (gonna change)
 
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"U Don't Know"

"U Don't Know"


[Jay-Z]
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
Sure I do..

I'm from the streets where the
hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
all over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin out the back of van
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need that for damn
This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clappin them flamers before I became famous
For playin me y'all shall forever remain nameless
I am Hov'

Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them
They tryin to get they ones, I'm tryin to get them M's
One million, two million, three million, four
In just five years, forty million more
You are now lookin at the forty million boy
I'm rapin Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
R., O., C.

"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
That's where you're wrong

I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me back
Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothin
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them
Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now lookin at one smart black boy
Momma ain't raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth
Motherfucker - I, will, not, lose

"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
Put somethin on it

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay
I.. hahahaha..

"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
.. will, not, lose, ever.. FUCKA!
 
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"U Don't Know (Remix)"
(feat. M.O.P.)

"U Don't Know (Remix)"
(feat. M.O.P.)



I'm not trying to be nosey babe oh no
I'm not trying to give you no advice
(Hovie's home)
I don't plan to be (New addition to the roc) no philosopher
But I still know this is the life Baby Baby

[Jay-Z]
You gotta let this one breathe, just
Just let it breathe for a sec
Yup, Hovi's home
Newest edition to the Roc
M.O.P.
The Blueprint 2 is on its way
I know ya hear my footsteps out there...comin'
Let's go get 'em just

[Lil Fame]
Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH!

(U Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)

It's the MOP (Yes)
In a zip-code that's
1, 1, 2, 3, 3
And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin
I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed
From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp
(SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown
We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW
Run up if you wanna, believe me dog
These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up
Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and
Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on
(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!) keep pushin weak frail bastards
To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics
Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior
(The game ain't changed)it just got harder
Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsville (yep), we stomp in this bitch all day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage

[Billy Danze]
Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs
Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame
That's how we got the name (WARRIORS!)
And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em
The veterans have came, and we're better in the game
(YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) "27 grams" my man
It's better than cocaine, now everything will change
In this family we'll rule the world
And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm
A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine
So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine
I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids
I been around, I put it down, I ain't these young ass kids
(MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka
(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka
When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay
For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK

[Jay-Z]
WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire
Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired
Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface
Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire
One body, two body, three body, four
Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law
Young shittin on haters, I ain't fuckin with ya'll
For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?
And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive
Just add another million to these verses
One million, two million, three million, four
And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose
My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight
So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way
And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake
Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake
Let's get it!
 
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"Venus Vs. Mars"

"Venus Vs. Mars"


Hov’s a Blackberry Bold,
Shawty is a Sidekick,
She used to have a man,
I used to have a side chick,
Shawty got wind I had to blow the chick off,
got rid of him they both took the sh-t hard,
shawty play the piano me I play the white keys,
shawty from the south, oh, i think she like me,
Shawty like Pac, me Big Poppa,
screaming hit em up, I’m screaming who shot ya,
I’m on that red wine, shawty like white,
same sh-t different toilet,
we both getting nice,
me I’m from the apple which means I’m the Mac,
She’s a PC, she lives in my lap.

[Chorus]
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Venus Versus Mars,

Whether Black or white we both like Mike,
We both like Jordans, We both Phil’s Knight’s,
When I finish breakfast, shawty’s out for lunch,
yeah we both eating its better than brunch,
shawty like Pepsi, me I’m da Coke Man,
Body like a coke bottle, I crush it like a Coke can,
Started at the window, then the bedroom wall,
the Ying to my Yang, I skeet skeet off,
I hits it from the back, Shawty like the front,
the Bonnie to my Clyde,
both riding shotgun,
both covered in gold like C3PO,
James and Florida Evans let the good times roll,

[Chorus]

Thought Shawty was the truth, found out she was a cheater,
we were supposed to takeover, I caught her bumping Ether!
I thought shawty like Mike, found out she like Prince,
thought she was Adrian, it’s been Rocky ever since,
My dollars was down, she left me for some Euro’s,
Took my whole flavour, I call her coke zero,
Co-MVP like Kobe and Shaq,
left me for the Heat,
we were winning back to back,
said I partied too much, shawty got fed up,
shawty got Britney shaved her whole head up,
we used to make out, kissing each others face off,
Fell for the ponzi scheme, damn shawty just Made-off.
 
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