Murdergram lyrics - Jay Z (feat. DMX, Ja Rule)

[from "Streets Is Watching" soundtrack]

[Jay-Z]

Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious

What you think is gonna happen

with three of the illest niggas together

Street music and so fourth on one track,huh?

Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's Murda

Motha fuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart

To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark

Cause whether your for or against this

When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows

The weapons I possess they not for show

And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door

See once I flash mother fuckers better do the one shot dash

Or be one shot ass

J to the A-Y to the drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to you

Why would you fuck with me

Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas could die wit'cha

Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot Cristal

And promise you only one thing, to not miss you

Jahova know the god that served ya

Cause dead or alive when I arrive it's Murda

[Ja Rule]

Shit I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now

Cause thou shall perish if you don't bow down

Cause I hit em on sight, its dark dim the lights

You shot twice god bless to this the night

That alot of niggas fear the coming of their life

And you dead right be in hell looking for ice

Fuckin with Ja you bitch niggas talking shit

All on my dick you broke niggas making me rich

You gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the henne rock

Flow semi-hot handling me your not

Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this

Rather beat your dick or your bitch

My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill

Niggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but bark flyin

Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light

Niggas ain't seein my plight, It's alright

I let the world know I shine like ice

I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the dice

Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in your hand

Spin in barrel and put it to your head

Cause we don't dance no more all we do is cock and spit

Dedicated to giving you nothing but thug shit

Think we playing, you undoubtable fall further

Fuckin with I N C is Murda

[DMX]

I'm a cruddy nigga, goin raw-doggin dirty bitches

and if I get burnt, I'm givin that shit to thirty bitches

You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Poppy

I might smile up in your face but I ain't your friend Poppy

Jump out the fifteen hundred like runnin, niggas don't want it

Get it, Done it, when I'm blunted

However it went down, I made it happen, made it scrapin

I made it fussin, bustin, I made it cappin

And lettin off wasn't nothing new to a nigga

Something to do to a nigga, Cause you is a fool nigga

I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit

You can't understand why a man would have to take shit

Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit

I hit you in your head you won't feel shit!!!

URRUURRRR.....

Let the dogs lose on a niggas ass

Find out if the niggas faster then the trigger's blast

A fucking snake in the truest form

Knowin damn well that what I do is wrong, plus what I do is strong

Niggas is makin movies so i gots to stop production

I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin

The blocks is not for frontin, So let me get that shorty

Cause you don't need that shorty

you don't know what to do with that shorty

You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor

Another 24, What you want, Money, More!?!

Them niggas did it raw, with no condom

You find em, sayin sorry he for what he said before I blind them

Get the flame out the four fifth, and there aint gonna be no more riff

Dog you want a floss tiff, but would of made it to the door if

Bullets travled alot slower, and you ran alot faster

But they don't and you can't so don't think about after

Cause tomorrow ain't comin, so stop runnin

cause you gonna die like a sucker

Murder Motherfucker!!!

Uh!, where my mother fucking dogs at, Uh, Uh

My nigga Jigga, My dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Rough Riders, Def Jam

Where my dogs at, Top Fight Uh, Where my dogs at

Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby, Hold me down baby

Boomer One Love Nigga, URRUURRRR, Murda Motherfucker.

People's Court lyrics - Jay Z

Jigga

Biatch

Yeah

Fuck Judge Wapner

It's Jigga

Ya heard?

Y'all niggas in violation of Playa-Hatin Code

Section 1001

[VERSE 1]

Yo, I gives a fuck if you traumed up

Dom Perrignon'ed up

Niggas from where want what?

One slip'll get your cherry bombed up

I got heavy arm

And my niggas Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cut

B, test your dumb blonde luck

Fuck with the wrong one

Shawn Gun, harm one, two

Fuck y'all wan' do?

Bastards, niggas know I blast quick

As if y'all had to ask - shit

Get your ass twist

It's the rap's El Ni?o, get your brain splitted

And I don't like pussy well enough to hang with it

You ain't with it, same shit, they

Can't fuck with the languaddage

Soon as the slang's spitted

If you came you get it

Plain as a game with them thangs with it

On co-sign and the whole nine

Leave you where I find yo ass - lost with no signs

You're so wrong

I'm the last nigga to roll on

Got a vest on, went to Folsom

When you guess wrong I'ma press one

Muthafucka

[CHORUS]

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury

When you're warin with me

It's People's Court, we hold court in the street

I gives a fuck about the D.A.

When you see Jay

Better crawl for your heat

It's People's Court, we hold court in the street

Ya heard me?

Fuck the judge, fuck the jury

When you're warin with me

It's People's Court, we hold court in the street

I gives a shit about the plaintiff

Nigga, dangerous, watch your langauge with me

It's People's Court, we hold court in the street

[VERSE 2]

I give a shit if it's small claims like stealin your bitch

Or if it's Supreme Court like stealin your bricks

Look, my guns is all-range, more pain

Indifferential, whether you're big money or small change

When I cock it - ball game

My pistals never miss-trial, here's the determent

With no chance of parole bullets comin concurrent

I'm like "Why, nigga, try Jigga?" You must remember

It's like bein on trial for your life with a public defender

Let the jury fill the seats up and start the court calendar off

With docu number 9mm

All rise...

The Honourable Jay-Z presides

Instead of a mallet I hold a tool

All objections over-ruled

Say your opening arguments, hope you understand it

Two guns, right over left, that's how I cross-examine

Like Tom Cruise, popppin with the _Top Gun_ you lose

Jigga's no lie, and y'all can't handle the truth

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 3]

No flow's sicker, no cell can hold Jigga

Since I dropped 'Reasonable Doubt' no cocaine convictors

No contest in a rhyme fest, I'm best

Under oath raise my hand, and I spit it - honest

Know our facts for real 'fore y'all decide to act ill

When you blow trial ain't no comin back on the pill

It's Murder One, bail set at a half a mill

It's Murder One, for you backwards muthafuckas: red-rum

Committ hate crimes, fake crimes, I hold in contempt

You get state time for fakin like you greater than Him

So cop a plea to lessen charges, pay your fine at the Desk Sergeant

Say you're sorry, then - take your property

I be sho' defended, flow splendid, no co-defendant

While you niggas hold trial with no motions in it

Three time felon, third album, lockin it down for the term

Of 'Lifetime', Vol. 2, nigga, court is adjourned

[CHORUS]

Stop (Alternate Version) lyrics - Jay Z

[Intro: Swizz Beats]

Swizzy...Beats...

[Chorus]

Aiyo I cannot (Stop), I will not (Stop)

AS WE PROCEED

[Verse 1]

Young Hov got the block on smash

Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass

Nigga fresh-dressed and stay poppin' tags

Put the (?) on the truck 'for I drop the rag

Bitches want to bring up the topic of my past

It's legendary in the hood how I got my cash

I'm legendady in the hood so I got the mag

And I've never been a fronter so I've got to blast

Will I flash... Not...

As I'm not playing with you motherfuckers the casket drops

You bastards not gon' assassinate the name I got

Ya'll hear me though

Young Hov got the block on smash

And everybody and their momma want to stop my cash

Everybody want drama with the top of the brass

'Til I come through hop out the cab

1-8-7 they ass

[Bridge]

(Stop) Somebody 'gon (Drop) Ya'll hear me though...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Young Hov got the game in a frenzy

Twenty million sold all independently

So when you mention me

Make sure you got together your 'semblies

Like "he's the games J.F.Kennedy"

I started out I ain't have no chimney

My ma was Santa Claus, well at least she pretended to be

'Til one night, well that's if memory serves me correct I caught her under

the Christmas tree

Young Hov ain't have no pops

Thank God man I had the block

Ya'll hear me though

You young fucks got the game all wrong

This is my life man this ain't no song

You ain't livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house

In that tight-ass room, pullin' the cars out

And the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself

You American Pie, stop feeling yourself

Nigga, you just a worker, go deal yourself

Stop being a server, get a meal yourself

Where your heart at, all that yick-yack, ain't nobody scared of your gats

We got bigger ones

How many niggas done shot at me shivering

They were so scared they ain't hit me once

Young Hov 'bout to go to the range

'Bout to work on perfecting my aim

Ya'll dont hear me though

[Chorus]

Stranded (Haiti Mon Amour) lyrics - Jay-Z (live version, with Rihanna, Bono, The Edge)

[from "Hope For Haiti Now" compilation]

[Jay-Z - Chorus]

When the sky falls and the Earth quakes

We gon put this back together

We won’t break

[repeat]

[Jay-Z]

Sa Pa Sé, my Port-Au-Princes

My Haitian Gods and all of my Princesses

Our condolences as you fightin’ against this

We’re right by your side as we tryin’ to make sense of this

Heavenly father help us see through these problems

And for those that left, accept them into your garden

So here’s my theory, the country’s already starvin’

So we sacrificed many to shed light on all of them

God please pardon, I speak from the heart

It's the only way I see this tragedy befall on them

So lets get involved with them, hand to hand with them

Arm to arm with them til' they get strong again,

When the sky falls...

[Rihanna and Bono – Hook]

Can’t wait until tomorrow

Haiti, Mon Amour

Haiti, Mon Amour

Not gonna leave you stranded, alone, alone

oh no

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z Verse 2]

Learn from the past, New Orleans was flooded

So we know we just can’t rely on the government

We under the rubble again, here we go rumbling when

When we gon catch a break, my friend lost his mother and then

And then, Carline lost her uncles and them

Buried with no caskets, they just put covers on them

And the tears fall, and we fight back

Story ain’t done, it can’t end like that

Nah not like this, tomorrow’s survivors gonna carry on your name

You live on inside us, your memory’s alive with us

You inspired us, to rebuild this country, you just guide us

[Hook]

[Bono]

It’s not the angels that are on their way

It's not the bells of Santa Trinite

The people waiting, positions vacant

For hands to help, not just to pray

[Hook]

[French singing]

Haïti va s’élever

Tu vas te relever

Nous nous éléverons

Ensemble ensemble ensemble

(not gonna leave you stranded...)

[Jay-Z]

We gon put this back together we won't break

We gon put this back together we won't break

We gon put this back together we won't break

We gon put this back together we won't break

Super Ugly lyrics - Jay Z

[Verse 1:]

I got myself a gun

Brooklyn, stand up

I got myself a gun

But really, I dont need tha heat

Ya heart pump project kool-aid(ya sweet)

I aint gotta two-way you gays

This is not beef

This is rap hommie

I dont have a scratch on me

You feel Jay soft

Rip jay off

Damn I'm only worth over a hundred million

Look

I got beef with like a hundred children

Niggaz with pink suits

Tryin to get cute

You a little outta line hommie

Dont let the 9 hommie

Put ya out ya mind hommie

Bitch keep tryin hommie

Kick yo little lies

I kick my real facts

Like u sneakin out tha back

At tha Source Soundlab(uh)

We wasnt chasin you

We had a tape and too

We came through to do our little one, two thang

It wasnt a rockafella come through thing

If it was on like that

Why would I come through Queens

Yo, ya'll Queens nigga know how I do

I got mo' shooters in Queens Bridge than u

Niggaz'll(niggaz will) tie you up on the Colloseum roof

And open beer bottles off ya boy's chipped tooth

Look Here,

[Chorus:]

I got myself a gun,Uh Ohhhh!

Yea, I got myself a gun

[Verse 2:]

Listen

I'm tha J, tha A, to the fuck this broad

This nigga never sold asprin

How u escobar?

Had to buy you're chain back tha last time u got robbed

The nerve of this coward nigga....(Oh My God)

And all rap rumors are induendo

I bring them to you live

Lift up ya window

Let tha public begin to see your dirty laundry

Ya'll dont want me to continue(Oh!)

Super Ugly

[Jay-Z Laughing]

[Nas Voice:]

I dont give a fuck

All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me

She aint playin

Believe what I'm sayin

[Verse 3:]

Me and tha boy A.I. got more in Common than just ballin and rhymin

Get It?

More in Carmen

I came in ya Bentley backseat

Skeeted in Jeep

Left condoms in tha baby seat

Here nigga

Tha gloves is off

The love is done

Its whateva, wheneva, howeva

Nigga "1"

And since you infatuated with sayin tha gay shit

Yes u was kissin my dick when u was kissin that bitch

Crazy bitch

You thought I was boning Ranette

You calling Carm' a hundred times I was boning her neck

You got a baby by that broad

You cant disown her yet

When does ya lies end?

When does the truth begin?

When does reality set it?

Or does it not matter

Gotta hurt that I'm ya baby mama's favorite rapper

And ask your current girl

She know whats up

Holla at a real nigga

[Nas Voice:]

I dont give a fuck

All I really know is that yo hoe wants to be with me

She aint playin

Believe what I'm sayin

This Life Forever lyrics - Jay-Z

[from "The Black Gangsta" soundtrack]

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

Tom Ford (Remix) lyrics - Jay Z (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