Kill Jay Z lyrics - Jay-Z
Kill Jay-Z, they'll never love you
You'll never be enough, let's just keep it real, Jay-Z
Fuck Jay-Z, I mean, you shot your own brother
How can we know if we can trust Jay-Z?
And you know better, nigga, I know you do
But you gotta do better, boy, you owe it to Blue
You had no father, you had the armor
But you got a daughter, gotta get softer
Die Jay-Z, this ain't back in the days
You don't need an alibi, Jay-Z
Cry Jay-Z, we know the pain is real
But you can't heal what you never reveal
What's up, Jay-Z? You know you owe the truth
To all the youth that fell in love with Jay-Z
You got people you love you sold drugs to
You got high on the life, that shit drugged you
You walking around like you invincible
You dropped outta school, you lost your principles
I know people back-stab you, I felt bad too
But this fuck-everybody attitude ain't natural
But you ain't a saint, this ain't kumbaye
But you got hurt because you did cool by 'Ye
You gave him twenty million without blinking
He gave you twenty minutes on stage, fuck was he thinking?
"Fuck wrong with everybody?" is what you saying
But if everybody's crazy, you're the one that's insane
Crazy how life works
You got a knot in your chest, imagine how a knife hurts
You stabbed Un over some records
Your excuse was "He was talking too reckless!"
Let go your ego over your right shoulder
Your left is saying, "Finish your breakfast!"
You egged Solange on
Knowing all along, all you had to say you was wrong
You almost went Eric Benét
Let the baddest girl in the world get away
I don't even know what else to say
Nigga, never go Eric Benét!
I don't even know what you woulda done
In the future other niggas playing football with your son
You woulda lost it
13 bottles of Ace of Spade, what it did to Boston
Nah, Jay-Z
Bye, Jay-Z
The Story Of O.J. lyrics - Jay-Z
(Skin is, skin, is
Skin black, my skin is black
My, black, my skin is yellow)
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
I like that second one
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
O.J. like, "I'm not black, I'm O.J." OK
House nigga, don't fuck with me
I'm a field nigga with shined cutlery
Gold-plated quarters where the butlers be
I'mma play the corners where the hustlers be
I told him, "Please don't die over the neighborhood
That your mama renting
Take your drug money and buy the neighborhood
That's how you rinse it"
I bought every V12 engine
Wish I could take it back to the beginning
I coulda bought a place in Dumbo before it was Dumbo
For like 2 million
That same building today is worth 25 million
Guess how I'm feeling? Dumbo
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
You wanna know what's more important than throwing away money at a strip club? Credit
You ever wonder why Jewish people own all the property in America? This how they did it
Financial freedom my only hope
Fuck living rich and dying broke
I bought some artwork for one million
Two years later, that shit worth two million
Few years later, that shit worth eight million
I can't wait to give this shit to my children
Y'all think it's bougie, I'm like, it's fine
But I'm trying to give you a million dollars worth of game for $9.99
I turned that 2 to a 4, 4 to an 8
I turned my life into a nice first week release date
Y'all out here still taking advances, huh?
Me and my niggas taking real chances, uh
Y'all on the 'Gram holding money to your ear
There's a disconnect, we don't call that money over here, yeah
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
Smile lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Gloria Carter)
Good morn' or evening, friends
Smile, you recording?
Slamming Bentley doors like we invented doors
20 years ago we drove Bentley Azures
We drinking Cristal then
Yeah, kept the tray on me like Chris Paul then
Drinking Ace of Spades like it's codeine now
Tryna put a million on the whole team now
Push through the pain so we can see new life
So all the ladies having babies, see ya sacrifice
Mama had four kids, but she's a lesbian
Had to pretend so long that she's a thespian
Had to hide in the closet, so she medicate
Society shame and the pain was too much to take
Cried tears of joy when you fell in love
Don't matter to me if it's a him or her
I just wanna see you smile through all the hate
Marie Antoinette, baby, let 'em eat cake
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
Even when I'm gone and you remember me, smile
Good times never fade away, smile
Even if I'm not with you here today, smile
Good morn' or evening, friends
Smile
Here's your friendly announcer
Smile
Far as draft picks, my name did not get called
Bet before I go I put a billion on the board
Hall of Fame Hov, I did it all without a pen
Y'all knew that was coming, I had to remind y'all again, huh?
Flying paper planes through the projects
Now the whole projects on my jet
Now you see the real in the front row
In every one of y'all televised shows
Super facts
Niggas switched sides, traded pride, we don't do all that
A loss ain't a loss, it's a lesson
Appreciate the pain, it's a blessing
Bad times turn to good memories, smile
Even when I'm gone and you remember me, smile
Good times never fade away, smile
Even if I'm not with you here today, smile
Good morn' or evening, friends
I mastered my aesthetics
I know you often heard me wax poetic
'Bout being back in the Lexus
But trust me, that was nothing, a nigga up in
The hundreds of millions, I have no ceilings
Ah, this that feeling, I'm that boy
Anita Baker's "You Bring Me Joy" slapping out of the toy
The separation is clear in my rear-view mirror
Objects is further than they appear
Oh yeah, I was born with a pair, playing for high stakes
Norman's Cay, he looked up and out of the Lear
How niggas can't relate?
Fuck a slice of the apple pie, want my own cake
In charge of my own fate, respect Jimmy Iovine
But he gotta respect the Elohim as a whole new regime
And niggas playing for power, huh
So our music is ours, niggas own their own houses
Ours was, "Fuck you, pay me"
Now it's, "Fuck paying me, I pay you
Put the rest away for Blue"
That blood money I giggle at it
Can't even support my miss' habit
Jewelry shopping in Pa- all ya jewelers should be embarrassed
Huh, blood diamonds dripping with guilt, I still ain't tripping
That's life, winners and losers
Drug dealers and abusers, America likes me ruthless
My therapist said I relapsed
I said, "Pre-haps I Freudian slipped in European whips"
God sent me to break the chain, I'm the true and living
God in the flesh, the rest of these niggas is vain
A stain on the white suit, inferior IQ
Niggas'll rip your shit off TIDAL just to spite you
Ah, what did I do? 'Cept try to free you
Niggas'll love you but hate you 'cause they can't be you
Dump 'em all in the bayou, uh
Everybody wave bye to the guy you thought you could lie to
This was meant to be a haiku, huh
But my story's too wide to fit inside the line or two
Oh, these that drugs, heron flow, I spaz on the stove
This is Hov, no flex zone, nigga, who lied to you?
Look, you a pedestrian, don't ever question the security I provided you
Oh y'all thought I was washed? I'm at the cleaners
Laundering dirty money like the Teamsters, huh
Shout out to Hoffa back home, he in the church
When I heard you got booked, that shit hurt
Feel for you bro, we know the system don't work
Take a young nigga freedom over some dirt
Yet it's legal in Colorado, yet, we deny
Black entrepreneurs, free enterprise
That's why it's a black market, that's why it's called the trap
That's why it's called the projects 'cause it's exactly that
All these people was gon' kill me, heh
'Cause the more I reveal me, the more they 'fraid of the real me
Welcome back Carter, smile
Living in the shadow
Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live?
In the shadows people see you as happy and free
Because that's what you want them to see
Living two lives, happy, but not free
You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or the person you love
The world is changing and they say it's time to be free
But you live with the fear of just being me
Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be
No harm for them, no harm for me
But life is short, and it's time to be free
Love who you love, because life isn't guaranteed
Smile
Caught Their Eyes lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Frank Ocean)
Ready for it
I'm ready for it
Yeah, ah
Eastside nigga with the feets high
Nigga with that Lisa, uh
Talking about that Lisa, nigga, with that Westside, nigga
With that Eastside, that dance, uh
Your eyes speak the truth when everything else lies
May pretend that we kin but the vibes don't fly
Bruh, I survived reading guys like you
I'm surprised y'all think you can disguise y'all truths
I seen eyes wide as they're about to shoot
You can be a hairpin off and you can trigger your roots
I wave to these haters, don't give me dap
You know the world can see just how phony you act, bruh
Y'all body language is all remedial
How could you see the difference between you and I?
My crash course was much tougher
'Round friends who kill their friends
Then hug their friends' mothers
And show up at the funeral, complete with blank stares
Invisible ink, I had to read things that wasn't there
Memories may sneak down my cheek
But I could see a side-eye in my sleep
Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void
Eyes, open them up, check off the coins
Still stinging from tears, they try to see you
I'm ready for earth, ready for real
Solipsistic, admit it, I see you there
So it seems, so you seem (Uh-huh, yeah)
I can't tell if you're image or are just the flare (Yeah)
In my dreams, in my dreams (Ugh)
I sat down with Prince, eye to eye
He told me his wishes before he died
Now, Londell McMillan, he must be color blind
They only see green from them purple eyes
They're eyes hide, they're eyes high
My eyes wide shut to all the lies
These industry niggas, they always been fishy
But ain't no Biggie, no lazy eye, huh
This guy has "Slave" on his face
You think he wanted the masters with his masters?
You greedy bastards sold tickets to walk through his house
I'm surprised you ain't auction off the casket
Don't big-bro me, don't big-homie
I've seen pure admiration become rivals
I've been to Paris at least two times
I've seen the Eiffel, I've seen a eyeful
Ready for it, deep breath, fill up the void
Eyes, open them up, check off the coins
Still stinging from tears, they try to see you
I'm ready for earth, ready for real
Solipsistic, admit it, I see you there
So it seems, so you seem
I can't tell if you're image or are just the flare
In my dreams, in my dreams
I've been out of touch for a couple years
I've been ready for this for real
Hoping I can touch what I see
'Cause I've been ready for you, for real
Look, you've done enough
Have you no sense of decency, sir?
At long last, have you left no sense of decency?
Eastside nigga with the feets high
Nigga with that Lisa, uh
Talking about that Lisa, nigga, with that Westside, nigga
With that Eastside, uh
4:44 lyrics - Jay-Z
Do I find it so hard
When I know in my heart
I'm letting you down every day
Letting you down every day
Why do I keep on running away?
Look, I apologize, often womanize
Took for my child to be born, see through a woman's eyes
Took for these natural twins to believe in miracles
Took me too long for this song, I don't deserve you
I harassed you out in Paris
"Please come back to Rome, you make it home"
We talked for hours when you were on tour
"Please pick up the phone, pick up the phone!"
I said "Don't embarrass me" instead of "Be mine"
That was my proposal for us to go steady
That was your 21st birthday
You matured faster than me, I wasn't ready
So I apologize
I seen the innocence leave your eyes
I still mourn its death and
I apologize for all the stillborns
'Cause I wasn't present, your body wouldn't accept it
I apologize to all the women whom I toyed with your emotions
'Cause I was emotionless
And I apologize 'cause at your best, you are love
And because I fall short of what I say I'm all about
Your eyes leave with the soul that your body once housed
And you stare blankly into space
Thinking of all the time, you wasted it on all this basic shit
So I apologize
I'm never gonna treat you
I'm never gonna treat you like I should
Oh
I apologize
Our love was one for the ages and I contained us
And all this ratchet shit and we more expansive
Not meant to cry and die alone in these mansions
Or sleep with our back turned
We supposed to vacay 'til our backs burn
We're supposed to laugh 'til our heart stops
And then meet in a space where the dark stop
And let love light the way
Like the men before me, I cut off my nose to spite my face
I never wanted another woman to know
Something about me that you didn't know
I promised, I cried, I couldn't hold
I suck at love, I think I need a do-over
I will be emotionally available if I invited you over
I stew over; "What if—"
"You over my shit?"
I'm never gonna treat you
I'm never gonna treat you like I should
Oh
And if my children knew
I don't even know what I would do
If they ain't look at me the same
I would prob'ly die with all the shame
"You did what with who?"
What good is a ménage à trois when you have a soulmate?
"You risked that for Blue?"
If I wasn't a superhero in your face
My heart breaks for the day I have to explain my mistakes
And the mask goes away
And Santa Claus is fake
And you go online and see
For Blue's tooth, the tooth fairy didn't pay
I'm never gonna treat you like I should
Family Feud lyrics - Jay-Z
(Ha-ya) My nigga got on
(Ha-ya) My nigga got on all white, no socks
(Ha-ya, ha-ya)
My nigga got that cocaina on today
That's how he feel, turn my vocal up (Ha-ya)
That's how you feel, Emory? (Ha-ya)
Turn my vocal up some more
Turn my vocal up, Guru! (Ha-ya)
Turn the music up too (Ha-ya-ya-ya)
Super Bowl goals
My wife in the crib feeding the kids liquid gold
We in a whole different mode
The kid that used to pitch bricks can't be pigeonholed
I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
Uh, we gon' reach a billi' first
I told my wife the spiritual shit really work
Alhamdulillah, I run through 'em all
Hovi's home, all these phonies come to a halt
All this old talk left me confused
You'd rather be old rich me or new you?
And old niggas, y'all stop acting brand new
Likec ain't have a nose ring too, huh
Nobody wins when the family feuds
But my stash can't fit into Steve Harvey's suit
I'm clear why I'm here, how about you?
Ain't no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I'm cute
(Mmmmm) Pretty much
If anybody getting handsome checks, it should be us
Fuck rap, crack cocaine
Nah, we did that, black-owned things
Hundred percent black-owned champagne
And we merrily merrily eating off these streams
Y'all still drinking Perrier-Jouët, hah
But we ain't get through to you yet, uh
What's better than one billionaire? Two (two)
'Specially if they're from the same hue as you
Y'all stop me when I stop telling the truth
Hahahaha (Ha-ya)
I would say I'm the realest nigga rapping (Ha-ya)
But that ain't even a statement (Ha-ya)
That's like saying I'm the tallest midget (Ha-ya)
Wait, that ain't politically correct, forget it (Ha-ya)
Can I get "Amen" from the congregation?
Amen, amen (Ha-ya)
Can I get a "Amen" from the congregation?
Amen, amen (Ha-ya)
Ha-ya-ya-ya
Yeah, I'll fuck up a good thing if you let me
Let me alone, Becky
A man that don't take care his family can't be rich
I'll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit
My consciousness was Michael's common sense
I missed the karma that came as a consequence
Niggas busting off through the curtains 'cause she hurting
Kay losing the babies 'cause their future's uncertain
Nobody wins when the family feuds
We all screwed 'cause we never had the tools
I'm tryna fix you
I'm tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official
Y'all think small, I think Biggie
Y'all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi
Al Sharpton in the mirror taking selfies
How is him or Pill Cosby s'posed to help me?
Old niggas never accepted me
New niggas is the reason I stopped drinking Dos Equis
We all lose when the family feuds
What's better than one billionaire? Two
Hahahah
I'll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC
Y'all need to stop
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
Ha-ya-ya-ya
Ha-ya, ha-ya
Love me like, love
Yeah yeah yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Like yeah, yeah, yeah
Bam lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Damian Marley)
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, Hov
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fucking opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That's a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y'all be talking crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to hell you tell 'em Blanco sent ya
I can't take no threats, I got a set of twins (ah!)
Those were just some words you'll never hear again (uh huh!)
For the final time you don't believe these fools
I've never seen a worker rock so many jewels (never!)
I've never seen the runner with so many cars (never!)
Y'all couldn't stop me, you're not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don't be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas'll live your life, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it's "fuck me, mijo"
I was moving them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they're effing with, and we got FNs too
Before we had A&Rs, we had ARs too
We the only ones really moving like y'all say y'all do
We still moving like y'all niggas say y'all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he's like 5'6"
Got the heart of a giant, don't you ever forget
Don't you never forget, Jigga got this shit popping
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, Hov
Put that drum in your ear, don't get Srem'd
I'll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y'all make me turn up all this talking down
Uh, niggas is skipping leg-day just to run their mouth
I be skipping leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I'll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don't front
Y'all gonna make me wig, I'ma give y'all what you want, uh
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
And them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, Hov
Can't you see it's my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can't you see it's my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam, what a bam bam
I don't give a God damn, I don't give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season, mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season, yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season, spinners and dumpling season
Don't play by the king, love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh, hear me now
Moonlight lyrics - Jay-Z
Yeah, got a little cold
So bear with me
Yeah, yeah
We stuck in "La La Land"
Even when we win, we gon' lose
We got the same fucking flows
I don't know who is who
We got the same fucking watch
She don't got time to choose
We stuck in "La La Land"
We got the same fucking moves
Y'all fuck the same fucking chicks
I'm in the skirt with ya—yeah, right
I'm in the skirt with ya—cool story
I'm on the j—'nough of this!
Look, I know killers, you no killer, huh?
Bathing Ape maybe not a gorilla, huh?
Glorified seat filler, huh?
Stop walking around like y'all made Thriller, huh?
Fake Dracos all in the videos
We show 'em, we shoot 'em in my city though
I don't post no threats on the Internet
I just pose a threat, blame Lenny S for that
I don't be on the 'Gram going ham
Giving information to the pork, that's all "Spam"
Please don't talk about guns that you ain't never gon' use
Y'all always tell on y'all self, I'm just so fucking confused
Y'all stuck in "La La Land"
Even when we win, we gon' lose
We got the same fucking flows
I don't know who is who
We got the same fucking watch
She don't got time to choose
We stuck in "La La Land"
We got the same fucking moves
Y'all niggas still signing deals? Still?
After all they done stole, for real?
After what they done to our Lauryn Hill?
And y'all niggas is 'posed to be trill?
That's real talk when you behind on your taxes
And you pawned all your chains
And they run off with your masters
And took it to Beverly Hills while we in Calabasas
And my head is scratching 'cause that shit is backwards
That shit ain't right, Lucian is cool
But Lucian don't write, Doug ain't this tight
So fuck what we selling, fuck is we making?
'Cause their grass is greener 'cause they're always raking in mo'
Na-na-na-na
Nah, nah
Marcy Me lyrics - Jay-Z
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one representing BK to the fullest
Bastards ducking when Hov be bucking
Chicken-heads be clucking
Uh, back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen
And Jam Master Jay was alive I-I, I was mixing
Cooking coke in the kitchen
Back when Rodman was a Piston
Mike was losing to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one
Gave birth to my verbal imagination
Assume a virtue if you have not
Or better yet here's a verse from Hamlet
"Lord, we know who we are
Yet we know not what we may be"
So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy
I'm from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand
Back when Pam was on Martin
Yeah, that's where it all started
When Denzel was blotting carpet, I'll pack a... nine millimeter
When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa"
When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y'all
Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? Nah
Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts
There's room on the bandwagon, don't abort
Marcy me
Marcy me
Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
I'm the Gotham City heartbeat
I, started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis
I'ma, Sufi to goofies, I could probably speak Farsi
That's poetry, reek of coca leaf in my past
Came through the bushes smelling like roses
I need a trophy just for that
Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof
Fat laces in your shoe, I'm talking busting off the roof, uh
Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
Y'all flirting with death, I be winking through the scope
Shout out to all the murderers turned murals
Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau
Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
Thus concluding my concerto
Marcy me
Must be in the air
Oh, can't walk away, I know, I know
Just the way I'm raised
I know, I know, I know
Oh Marcy, Marcy me
Just the way I am always gonna be
I ain't gonna change, no
Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
I ain't gonna change, no
I ain't gonna change, no
Couldn't change me if I wanted to
You couldn't change me if you wanted to
I'ma take this with me to the Moon
(Como hás nome, cavaleiro?
Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo
E meu tempo...)
Legacy lyrics - Jay-Z
Daddy, what's a will?
Take those monies and spread 'cross families
My sisters, Hattie and Lou, the nephews, cousins and TT
Eric, the rest to B for whatever she wants to do
She might start an institute, she might put poor kids through school
My stake in Roc Nation should go to you
Leave a piece for your siblings to give to their children too
TIDAL, the champagne, D'USSÉ, I'd like to see
A nice peace-fund ideas from people who look like we
We gon' start a society within a society
That's major, just like the Negro League
There was a time America wouldn't let us ball
Those times are now back, just now called Afro-tech
Generational wealth, that's the key
My parents ain't have shit, so that shift started with me
My mom took her money, she bought me bonds
That was the sweetest thing of all time, uh
Legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
Black excellence baby, you gon' let 'em see
Legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
Black excellency, baby, let 'em see
I remember, like, listening to Wu-Tang
And niggas like, "Your seed married his seed, married my seed"
That's how we keep Carter money all in the family
You see, my father, son of a preacher man
Whose daughter couldn't escape the reach of the preacher's hand
That charge of energy set all the Carters back
It took all these years to get to zero in fact
I hated religion 'cause here was this Christian
He was preaching on Sundays, versus how he was living Monday
Someday I forgive him
'Cause strangely our division led to multiple religions
I studied Muslim, Buddhist, and Christians
And I was running from him, He was giving me wisdom
See how the universe works?
It takes my hurt and help me find more of myself
It's a gift and a curse
That's called the Red Queen's Race
You run this hard just to stay in place
Keep up the pace, baby
Keep up the pace
You run this hard just to stay in place
Legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
Black excellence, you gon' let 'em see
Legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
Black excellency, baby, let 'em see
Day, someday, someday we'll all
Someday we'll all be free
Adnis lyrics - Jay-Z
Uh, letter to my dad that I never wrote
Speeches I prepared that I never spoke
Words on a paper that I never read
Proses never penned, they stayed in my head
Jotted on dotted lines, "I'mma fight you, nigga"
From stories that I heard, I'm just like you, nigga
Must've been some pain in your past, too
Must've been a karma that was past due
Must it be the energy that passed through
Must've been a pastor, many snafus
Started a good man, you married my mama
I was in her belly, you hurried that Summer
She had two kids from a previous mister
One family, I don't believe in half-sisters
Never treated my brother like a step, Pop
Remembered the many lessons when we stepped out
What was you preparing us... for?
Did you see the runt as the front-runner
Leader of the pack, you see that in your youngins
What ancestors did you summon to the summit
To give me what I needed, what you need to take from 'em
The tsunamis that I swum in to become in
Had the cable with the anchor for the places that I sunk in
Unc in a better place but you couldn't function
Shot junk in your arms, more than your veins was punctured
I punted on feelings, 'cause you said you was coming
You couldn't kick the habit, I wish you said something
You can't avenge these many sins with your own hands
You wanna make God laugh, just tell him your plans
Who would've thought I'd be the dad I never had
Be the husband I've become, usually nothing come from that
I forgive you as I live through the beautiful present of the past
I'm just thankful that I get all these gifts to unwrap
What were you preparing us... for?
Blue's Freestyle / We Family lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Blue Ivy Carter)
[Part 1. "Blue's Freestyle"]
Everything, everything this my only single thing
Everything I hear is my answer
And if you think I say, then innocent if I say?
I never hear that, I be in the posse
Never seen a ceiling in my whole life
Everything I seen, everything is rotten
Never sit in silence, innocent is Carter
Innocent we seek them
I and say we see them
Everything I feed, everything I read
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka
Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka
Everything in shaka, everything in faka
Everything in shaka, everything in faka
[Part 2. "We Family"]
I got bloodlines in Benin, that explains the voodoo
Got poison in my pen, thank god for Lulu
And thank the heavens for BB, her Creole roots run deeply
I'm crazy, you ever leave me I might have to put on a gris-gris
Spell for us to stay together
Facelessness
Maison Margiela embracing
'Cause we family
We, we, we, family
'Cause more than ever we gon' have to stick together, feel me?
More than ever my niggas gon' have to stick together, feel me?
Already ahead of your end, in the foreign bumping Fela, feel me?
Was out in Havana when that had that banned forever, feel me?
Fuck embargoes, I'm a narco
Colombian ties, shout out to Dapo
OG Juan also
'Cause we family
We, we, we, family
Feel me?
All the fellas from the favelas 'round me, feel me?
Lagos, all the barrios 'round me, feel me?
Bismillah, all the gods around me
Mexicanos ain't building fucking walls around me
'Cause we family
We, we, we, family
I feel like Ali
Viet Cong never done shit to me, feel me?
More worried about Trump than anyone overseas, feel me?
I'm out in the art clubs out in London sipping tea, feel me?
I'm out in Michelangelos in FTs
'Cause we family
We, we, we, family, feel me?
MaNyfaCedGod lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. James Blake)
Yeah, uh
Vacay the pain away, uh
Smoking the pain away, uh
Drinking the–uh
Look at all we been through since last August
Skating through the rumors like, "Aw, shit!"
Still came back, fucked up the red carpet
Shows how big your heart is
On the run, we took a hundred together
More than the money, it was the fact that we done it together
Uh, healing in real time
"Song Cry" to "Resentment", that was real crying
Bonnie and Clyde things, we hold it down
Had we surrendered then, that'd be the real crime
Got through it, got blessed times two with it
New Bel-Air estates with four pools in it
I told my bro, "You gotta go home," over vino
Goodfella, don't gamble with your life, this ain't Casino
Cost him two mill' plus the child support
We'll get the money back, but not the child support
It's getting too late, we can't afford mistakes
Woulda broke me down had you got away
It woulda broke me up had you took my child away
I'm glad we found a way
Sexing the pain away
Vacay the pain away
Drinking the pain away
Smoking the pain away
Too perfect not to wonder (yeah)
If we created a flame that would warm us 'til it's over
We invented lovers from company for the summer
I was many faces, but at least I was willing to change
I was worried that the way I was would end me up alone
(Shit feels so beautiful, don't you agree?)
I was worried that the way I was would end me up alone
Our external reality is an opportunity to heal our internal upset
Let's build a cathedral these evils couldn't fuck with
I wanna spend my Saturdays and my latter days, eating sundaes and enjoying Mondays
Not worrying about what none say
Yoncé
All on this mouth like liquor
That my nigga, uh, that my nigga
Over everything, each of our mood swings
Whenever attitudes change, like a mood ring
Ain't nothing like somebody that get ya
Baby, I get ya
Let's go through this thing, come out stronger, the golden journey
Broken is better than new, that's kintsukuroi
You're fine china
I'm a bull and ball in a china shop
I promise to repair with gold each bowl I drop
Be grateful for whatever comes
Because each has been sent from a guy from beyond
That's what Rumi say
"Never go to bed mad," that's what my Ummi say
It always took her less to say more
I always thought she was an angel, now I'm sure
Sure
From Marcy To Hollywood lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Memphis Bleek)
Back again and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again, and 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 cheeba
They said believe us or not trust is something you earn
With every mistake you make back to us you return
Probably would go Hollywood I thought he was joking
My first taste of fame I hit the first thing smoking
All engulfed into honies, 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 getting 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 dissing my friends
And that's when the ceiling fell in
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again, and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again, and back again
I came through with the shines
Like the streets was blind
Didn't master my Algebra, no caliber
Stick me? I was thinking how and for what
But reality bites like a thousand mutts
Nothing worse than the person that's foul with guts
To stick you quicker
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 and draw
Who dope can take ten steps and 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 barrel
They would hear me creep
It's a motherfucking war in these streets
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again I'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again, I'm back again
From Marcy to Hollywood
And back again, and back again
From Marcy to Hollywood
And back again, and back again
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 nothing with this bullshit 9 to 5
I stayed broke made me easier to provoke
Ready to yoke the first motherfucker that joked
Same dude with the hard bottom
Went from laid back to loc'd out
From talk it over to Todd shot him
Ready to perish all the shit you cherish
Leave you the wettest I got a "You die first" fetish
I can recall helping old chicks across the street
Now I help myself lifting cats off their feet
Can't give a fuck nigga, I just lost my moms
Why I need to feel something steel in both my arms
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again, and back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again, and back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again, I'm back again
I'm from the ghetto to the ghetto
And I'm back again, I'm back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
And back again, back again
From Marcy to Hollywood
And 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
Everybody wanted him to be a lawyer doctor whatever
Pressure drove him crazy, he wiled out, ha geah
Marcy to Hollywood
And back again, and back again
Back again, bitch
Guns Go Bang lyrics - Kid Cudi & JAY-Z
(from "The Harder They Fall" soundtrack)
[Kid Cudi:]
Avalon be damned
Venture foreign lands
I laid my sword in the sand
I've made my peace with man
They lay a violent feast
As far as my eyes can see
I seek a Golden Fleece
One day you'll make your peace, so
Don't tempt my hand, I'm just a man
A deadly scene, a weathered bein'
Men must cry where soldiers lie on threatened land
My guns go bang
I can make the guns go bang
I make all the guns go bang
I can make the guns go bang
I make all the guns go bang
[JAY-Z:]
Dot seventeen with the switch, it'll change you
Mama always said you was an angel
Papa got ghost but these doors, he never came through
He got ghost but those walls, he never came through
Stain glass windows on the church, I hope they stain proof
'Cause when the tides change, I'm tryna stain you (Woo)
Plottin' for revenge, dig your grave too
Whatever you want engraved what your tombstone gon' say too
Crosses on the head of an angel
Sins of the father darken the doorstep, I became you
Faithful to the end, woo, uh
Bullets with your names drew, cock back, aim, shoot, bang
[Kid Cudi:]
Forever tries the fool
There's nothin' no one can do
Just holdin' on when they lose
I'm makin' red of the blues
I dilate the stream
Flyin', livin' the dream
Nothin' is quite what it seems
I'm in a sky mezzanine, oh
Don't tempt my hand, I'm just a man
A deadly scene, a weathered bein'
Men must cry where soldiers lie on threatened land
My guns go bang
I can make the guns go bang
I make all the guns go bang
I can make the guns go bang
I make all the guns go bang
Nigga come alive when the guns go (Yeah)
Aim 'em high, let the guns go (Get 'em, get 'em)
A nigga come alive when the guns go (Yeah)
Aim 'em high, let the guns go (Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)
Get, let the guns go (Rah, rah, rah)
Aim 'em high, let the guns go (Woo, woo, woo)
Uh-ah, let the guns go (Woo, woo, woo)
Nigga aim 'em high, let the guns go
[Outro:]
Fragile life
A reflection of the past we leave behind
For sake of something new
Fractured smile
Open windows to the wounds we try to hide
Engraved in shadowed rooms
Bird in flight, bird in flight
Holy Grail (Demo) lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. The-Dream)
You'd take the clothes off my back and I'd let you
You'd steal the food right out my mouth
And I'd watch you eat it
I still won't know why, why I love you so much, mm
You curse my name in spite to put me to shame
You hang all my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
But I still don't know why, why I love it so much, mm
But baby, it's amazing I'm in a maze with you
I just can't crack your code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you're so cold
Some days you're here, some days you're there
Some days you care, you're so unfair
Sipping from your cup 'til I runneth over (Uh, uh)
Holy Grail
Uh
Blue told me remind you niggas, uh
Fuck that shit y'all talking 'bout, I'm the nigga, uh
Caught up in all these lights and cameras, uh
But look what that shit did to Hammer, uh
Goddamn it, I like it
Bright lights is enticing, but look what it did to Tyson
All that money in one night, thirty mil' for one fight
But soon as all that money blows, all the pigeons take flight
Fuck the fame, keep cheating on me
What'd I do? I took her back
Fool me twice; that's my bad, I can't even blame her for that
Enough to make me wanna murder
Momma, please just get my bail
I know nobody to blame; Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself, uh
And we all just entertainers
I feel stupid and contagious
No, we all just entertainers
But baby, it's amazing I'm in a maze with you
I just can't crack your code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you're so cold
Some days you're here, some days you're there
Some days you care, you're so unfair
Sipping from your cup 'til I runneth over
Holy Grail
Now I got tattoos on my body
Psycho bitches in my lobby
I got haters in the paper, photo shoots with paparazzi
Can't even take my daughter for a walk
See 'em by the corner store
I feel like I'm cornered off
Enough is enough, I'm calling this off
Who the fuck I'm kidding though?
I'm getting high, sitting low
Sliding by in that big body, curtains all in my window
This fame hurt, but this chain worse
I think back you asked the same person
If this is all you had to deal with
Nigga, deal with, this shit ain't work
This light work, camera snapping, my eyes hurt
Niggas dying back where I was birthed
Fuck your iris and the IRS
Get the hell up off your high horse
You got the shit that niggas die for, dry yours
Why you mad? Take the good with the bad
Or throw the baby out with that bath water
You still alive, still that nigga
Nigga, you survived, you still getting bigger
Nigga, living the life, vanilla wafers in a villa
Illest nigga alive; Michael Jackson's Thriller
But baby, it's amazing I'm in a maze with you
I just can't crack your code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you're so cold
Some days you're here, some days you're there
Some days you care, you're so unfair
Sipping from your cup 'til I runneth over
Holy Grail
You'd take the clothes off my back and I'd let you
You'd steal the food right out my mouth
And I'd watch you eat it
I still won't know why, why I love you so much, mm
You curse my name in spite to put me to shame
You hang all my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
But I still don't know why, why I love it so much, mm
But baby, it's amazing I'm in a maze with you
I just can't crack your code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you're so cold
Some days you're here, some days you're there
Some days you care, you're so unfair
Sipping from your cup 'til I runneth over
Holy Grail
I'm A New Soul lyrics - (feat. Yael Naim)
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take
I'm I'm I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take
I'm I'm new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take take take take take
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits well I don't give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches nigga I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
I'm I'm I'm I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take
I'm I'm I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take take take take take
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fucking law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with jake
Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case
So I...pull over to the side of the road
And I heard "Son do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
"Well you was doing fifty five in a fifty four"
"License and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carrying a weapon on you I know a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit all my papers legit
"Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or something?"
Nah I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
I'm I'm I'm I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take
I'm I'm I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take
King Kong Riddim lyrics - Jay-Z, Jadakiss & Conway The Machine (feat. BackRoad Gee)
(from "The Harder They Fall" soundtrack)
Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song
Bang my chest like my name King Kong
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall
Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song
Bang my chest like my name King Kong
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall (Ow)
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall (Haha)
Uh, the wild boys, King Kong of the cowboys (Mm)
You see the bloodshed after you hear the loud noise (Yeah)
We black outlaws, opposite of the Proud Boys
Comin' on horseback, mission to bring the boss back (Mm)
Came to kill shit, tell 'em that they can all come (Come on)
Harder they fall, that's dependin' on where they fall from (Yeah)
They tryna figure out where did we get the call from
I'm tryna see where the fuck did they get the gall from (Uh)
Soon as the chains pop, the things pop (Bam)
Right after the heart stop, the brain stops
Whenever the clock stops, the game stops (Oh)
Question is, when does the pain stop? (When?)
If you do it more than once then you know you a killer (Uh-huh)
You do it more than that then you know that you iller (I'll)
You slip through the cracks, get dough and be triller (Yes)
Why would you even play when you know we gorillas?
Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song (What?)
Bang my chest like my name King Kong
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall
Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song
Bang my chest like my name King Kong
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall (Uh, brrrr)
Feelin' like I'm in my best shape ever (Ha), neck full of treasure
My investments together, might have Jeff do the leather
Hamilton, I don't fold, I expected the pressure
So don't compare me to nobody, boy
I'm the illest nigga next to whoever (Huh) tell 'em rappers behave
Them subliminals on Twitter don't really rattle my cage
Notice when I mention my release date, had 'em afraid (Ha)
Made legends get in they bag when they heard the way I spazz (Talk to 'em)
Shooters on the road, them niggas half of my age
They will clap, clap, splatter your waves (Boom-boom-boom, boom-boom-boom, boom)
Niggas ain't fuckin' with none of the shit I scribble down on the page
Then I'm paid a 100K to go spit that on the stage (Hahahaha)
Look, the road wasn't easy, I ain't perfect (I ain't perfect)
Nobody put me on, I just put the work in (Right here)
My bitch keep my pole in her Birkin, if I'm up it, it's curtains (Yeah)
Y'all know who runnin' this shit for certain (Boom-boom-boom)
Machine, nigga
Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song
Bang my chest like my name King Kong
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall
Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song
Bang my chest like my name King Kong
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall
We raised by wolves in the crack den
We the Chicago Bulls, nigga, of back then
That boy Tiger Woods, don't make me back nines
We paid in full, sheep skin with the wool
PTSD, from the concrete
Jungle, I move a bundle, a hundo at my peak
My cocaine records stand up next to Meech
Tiger cubs in the club, helicopters above, yeah, dem flex weak
I speak Patois, yeah
Jamaican connects, Dominican with the bricks
But I would aim at fishscales and double dragon
Brooklyn was a zoo, little monkeys swung through
Banana clips on the oo-wop, we want static (Yeah)
About my issue, magazine on a pistol, National Geographic
That boy hell (Boy hell)
King Kong dies on this hands and anybody else
Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song
Bang my chest like my name King Kong
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall
Gorilla in the jungle, man, I don't sing song
Bang my chest like my name King Kong
Brickatu, brickatu, man gon' make them fall
Brickatu, brickatu, smash his head off the wall
NEW YORK (CONCEPT DE PARIS) lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Gil Scott-Heron)
Yeah
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (Dímelo!)
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say "What up?" to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know
New York was killing me
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
New York was killing me
Seems like I need to start over
And move back home in Jackson, Tennessee
In, in, in, in New York
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three-card Marley
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State, that's
Don't you know, don't you know
New York was killing me
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
New York was killing me
Seems like I need to start over
And move back home in Jackson, Tennessee
In, in, in, in New York
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse—don't bite the apple, Eve!
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out
City of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien
Lord have mercy, mercy on me
Yeah, Lord have mercy, have mercy on me
Tell him to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennessee
Yeah Lord have mercy, have mercy on me
In, in, in, in New York
Nipsey Hussle Freestyle lyrics - Jay-Z
Gentrify your own hood before these people do it
Claim eminent domain and have your people moving
That's a small glimpse into what Nipsey was doing
For anybody that's still confused as to what he was doing
The neighborhood is designed to keep us trapped
They red-line us, so property declines if you live by blacks
They depress the asset and take the property back
It's a ruthless but a genius plan in fact
So now we're fighting over scraps
Crabs in a barrel, but crabs don't belong in the barrel and they ain't never tell us that
So in the barrel, we gonna act like we act
We can easily get out the barrel if we stand on each other's back
Whoever gets on top, as long as they stay attached
They're gonna pull everybody out – I was doing just that
I told Neighborhood Nipsey stay close
There's a 100 million dollars on your schedule, lay low
Tell your team to be on point in the places that they go
I never dreamed that he get killed in the place that he called home
How we gonna get in power if we kill the source?
Y'all like to run off on the plug, so of course
That ain't lit, that's a means to an end
Me and my team was playing the plug ahead of plan
Sometimes we was only making a $1000 a joint
That ain't no money, but that ain't main point
So those 92 bricks was only 92 thou
So y'all can close your mouth, it ain't nothing for y'all to wild (wow)
But it is something to study
We was chasing our goals, not chasing money
Niggas chasing hoes, we find that funny
I pull up in the Rolls, that hoe gon' want me
But I don't want no hoe, I want a wife
Somebody to bounce these ideas off at night
I be going to sleep hoping Nip visit me
That young king had a lot of jewels to split with me
And we ain't gotta leave the hood physically
But we gotta leave that shit mentally
Some how, some way
We gonna make it out the hood some day
Salud! lyrics - The Carters (Beyonce & Jay-Z)
Put it on ice (ice, ice, ice), celebrate that we made it
I put it on Christ (that's on God, yeah)
Lord knows it takes hella patience
When your name is a verb and these comments absurd
And they swear they know you better than you know yourself
'Cause you control yourself, cheers to me and you, salud!
Baby, look me in my eye, take a cheers to you and I, cheers to you
Baby, look me in my eye, make a cheers to you and I, salud!
Mazel tov, gold bottle talk, wife got a model walk
(Wife got a model walk)
House all glass, slide the doors you ain't gotta walk (gotta walk)
And to top it off (top it off), got another one in Montauk
(Montauk, Montauk, Montauk)
Trifecta down in Tribeca (Tribeca, Tribeca), bonjour (bonjour)
French crib in the French Quarters (yeah)
Champagne in the glass, toast to the importers (yeah)
Spill some out for the past
Put it on ice (ice, ice, ice), celebrate that we made it
I put it on Christ (that's on God, yeah)
Lord knows it takes hella patience
When your name is a verb and these comments absurd
And they swear they know you better than you know yourself
Cause you control yourself, cheers to me and you, salud!
Baby look me in my eye, take a cheers to you and I, cheers to you
Baby look me in my eye, take a cheers to you and I, salud!
Hola (hola), thank the most high for the coca
Salud! (salud, salud, salud, salud)
God protect babies and fools, I was both (both)
It's not just a popular trope (both)
The wind comes and I'm just a flute (oh)
The winds come and I'm not a fluke (oh)
I'm convinced that I'm truly the GOAT (GOAT, GOAT, GOAT)
Sosa, the Elohim intervene like boy you the truth
Don't die (don't die, don't die)
Angels on both sides, toast with mimosas (both sides, both sides)
Your president tweeting about Hov like he knows us
My road to the top was to take what you owe us
I give a fuck what that man find vulgar
Just look in my eyes when you toast us
Put it on ice (ice, ice, ice), celebrate that we made it
I put it on Christ (that's on God, yeah)
Lord knows it takes hella patience
When your name is a verb and these comments absurd
And they swear they know you better than you know yourself
Cause you control yourself, cheers to me and you, salud!
Baby, look me in my eye, take a cheers to you and I, cheers to you
Baby, look me in my eye, take a cheers to you and I, salud!
Mazel tov, put up your glass
Put up your last, put up yo bag (put up yo bag)
Throw up a light, show that we bright, blow money fast (salud)
This for my kinfolk (salud)
Let down my window (salud)
Let them all know (salud)
This what we ball for, yo
Shout out to Rumi and Sir, love Blue
Spiritual lyrics - Jay-Z
And it says, now the works of the flesh are manifest
Meaning, the things that are in the sinful nature
They always come to the surface
And when they come, when they come to the surface
They come to the surface as demons
(All this work can pay off)
I just want all this work to pay off
(Just don't calculate us)
Don't calculate us
(Get to know you later)
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Alcohol in my room
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I am not poison, no I am not poison
Just a boy from the hood that
Got my hands in the air
In despair don't shoot
I just wanna do good, ah
I am not poison, no I am not poison
Just a boy from the hood that
Got my hands in the air
In despair don't shoot
I just wanna do good, uh
Pray your father's father wasn't touching his little daughter
Creating trans-generational trauma, that shit'll haunt ya
Pray your little cousin ain't fall from the place that you fall asleep
Of course it's hard for me
Nigga ain't dozed, I ain't washed in a week
I ain't changed clothes 'til the Black Album
Y'all rap about it, I'm wrestling in these streets
'Til I tapped out 'em, them niggas is WWE
Y'all can have that, I'm smack dab
In a hurricane of emotions
Can't even raise my little daughter, my little Carter
We call her Blue cause it's sad that
How can I be a dad that, I never had that
Shattered in a million pieces, where the glass at
I need a drink, shrink or something
I need an angelic voice to sing something
Bless my soul, extend your arms, I'm cold
Hold me for a half hour until I am whole, yeah
I am not poison, no I am not poison
Just a boy from the hood that
Got my hands in the air
In despair, don't shoot
I just wanna do good, ah
Alcohol in my room
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sick of hiding in holes and behind hyperbole
This is the real me unfold
Gangster is love, I'm thugging, I'm hugging
This is tougher than any gun that I raised
Any crack that I blazed, that was nothing
Peeling back the layers, uncovering
Scars that never healed, I never kept it this real
I acted out, my life a stage, ten thousand people watching
Where's the little boy I knew?
I must have forgot him
Stunting, of course we never grew
But we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you
Stunting, of course we never grew
But we're alone now and I'm singing this song...you
I am not poison, no I am not poison
Just a boy from the hood that
Got my hands in the air
In despair don't shoot
I just wanna do good, ah
I am not poison, no I am not poison
Just a boy from the hood that
Got my hands in the air
In despair don't shoot
I just wanna do good, uh
Alcohol in my room
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not poison
(Just don't calculate us)
Spiritual, yes it is spiritual
No I'm not poison, no I'm not
The Game Is Mine lyrics - Jay-Z
We're back at center court here at Reebok invitational brought to you by Jay-Z's S. Dot Carter tennis shoe set
That's right John. I hear they're available June 18th
It's a great match. (Out!) Just barely out. Things seem to be heating up on the court
Young. Turn the music up, turn the lights down, I'm in my zone
Product of determination
One who made it through like the sperm who made him
I represent strength like the black mom who didn't terminate him
But in turn gave him her all
Now discussing barbershop back rooms
Online chat rooms and on the bathroom on the wall
Recall
I came from the bottom but the talent God gave him got him by
Y'all can hate him but that only made him stronger than
[?] Hov end his sentence
Know you wanna roll when the Rolls comes 20 inches nigga
Standard I speak Spanish to these hoes and they know
Dame peso, my peso is large than The Lakers' Payroll
But I'm the proud new owner of the Nets, no diploma
No regrets don't even talk about no Ruckers motherfuckers
I am set like a tennis match
See where your interest at
Y'all don't get the big picture yet, nigga get
Go get yourself a flat screen, not only on the rap scene
Last seen on ESPN rapping
Boy Hov got a hell of a pen
He don't put it to paper he just write in the wind
I know you hate him now you wasn't liking him then
His paper getting long like IBM
Ey bien
It's all good, I see them
Trying to make a little fame off the name again
Advantage Carter
Young fuck try to catch up
You know the score nigga, half a Billi, love
Haha
S Dot talking off, come walk with me
If not, sit back and watch me do me
Just side line ballers
I thought I told ya
It's the undisputed champion
Looking at them S. Dots it's about that time
The number-one sellers since they first designed
Man, if things keep going like this tennis will never be the same after June 18th!
I'm ready
Looking at them S. Dots it's about that time
To do Michael Jordan numbers, the sneaker game is mine
I didn't make 'em for the ball court I made 'em to shine
So you can score big when you courting a dime
When niggas see me, shit they see the grind
You gotta be blind, you only see the shine
I dropped them S. Dots and in record time
The number-one seller since they first design
50/50 you know how I handle mine
A nickel for you, give me my dime
Tell Paul Fireman, I got 'em on fire man
He ain't been this hot since A.I. was signed
Now a nigga talking to Kenyon Martin
Shawn Marion, shit I might be starting
S Dot NBA niggas
Went from being in VA to signing NBA niggas
I hurdled every hurdle
Every nigga that was out of a nigga's reach with my figure of speech
Open the door, with my niggas with me
Open it more for niggas I don't know
Tim Westwood Freestyle (2000) lyrics - Jay-Z
Uh, yeah
You mess around with known assassins, known for blasting
Known for carrying plastic pistols, chrome-attached
And known for grossing the most
Known for balling the hardest, holding our own in our post
Known for soaking ya folks, sending hoes to ya coast
I'm down for whatever
Jigga man, ya heard
Jay Z, ya heard
Hova, ya heard
Roc-A-Fella, ya heard
Sigel-Sigel, ya heard
Now everybody wanna rhyme like Hov
Cause I rhyme like I be rhyming in the Rov'
Climbing in them hoes
My minds like the diamonds, I'll blind you at them shows
I don't shine, I glow
I remind you of that dough
Don't I? Kill niggas won't I?
My persona, hustler turned rapper, smell a crack aroma
Send shots like toma! In any language
Leave niggas in a coma when I'm banging that Fifth
Get chicks lit off Coronas and bamboo spliffs
And get the camcorder to camcord their hand movements
And for what? Ya'll acting like ya'll better than Hov
Ya'll cats should open up on the Letterman show
Cats is funny
All I do is get money and ya'll shit sound funny to me
Everybody's talking like they're better than Hov
But that shit's real funny to me
Jigga man, ya heard
Yo, yo
D.A. act like he had a starving for Jay
If they lock me in a cage, yo party away
I'm still hot, I'm still S.Dot ya'll
Still got millions buried in the sock drawer
Still holding my own on the corner nigga
What can't kill me can only make me stronger, nigga
And when I get back home
Get your ass up out the throne
Everything's back to the way shit was
I'm a stay hot no matter what my shit does
I could drop a straight dud, I'm 'a stay up
Niggas trying to break my will
You know that ain't my steel
I'm Destiny's Child, my fate's been sealed
You're dealing with a higher power
Do 'em like Dwight Eisenhower
My life can move a thousand miles an hour
Reflect me folks
As my world turns like the wheels on a bicycle spoke
It's much deeper than a soap, it's a constant drama series
All they see is money, they want me to blind the jury
All this bullshit can make the mind weary
But my theory is the sun shines clearly
The sun shall shine clearly
You know what I do?
Flow sicker on every record, watch shine
Glock nine nigga, heavy necklace
Watch mine, I'm about to make niggas very jealous
Ice in every letter
Untouchable, can't fuck with dude
Duck spit, arm shake, who wan' gon' play
With this CEO of the Coke on Broadway
Never heard so many joints from one man
I make chickens bounce, I make the gun jam
Flow's like sniffing a hundred grams
Of cocaine raw, rip ya whole brain off
Make it real easy to lift ya chain off
BK style, see Jay? How?
We don't play fair, we play foul
Go ahead, stand there, we spray crowds
Jigga, huh
Jigga, what
Jigga, what
Jigga-Jigga, huh
Jigga, what
Jigga, what
Jigga-Jigga, huh
Jigga, huh
Jigga, what
Jigga-Jigga, huh
Jigga, what
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, putting up Will Smith numbers
Got money for 6s and Hummers, chickens among us
We just trying not to let this bullshit become us
Flow like none other, I'm the meanest, toughest, done dotta to gun-butcher
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