Chill lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Geda K, Memphis Bleek)

[Jay-Z talking]

Uh huh

(scratching) "chi chi chi chilly chill"

This gangsta gangsta uh

Uh huh

This gangsta gangsta shit

"chi chi chilly chill"

[CHORUS: Jay-Z]

I'm from murder murder Marcyville

My nigga you heard we clap you we certainly will

South Philly mothrfuckers kill at will

Bet the mack milly make you niggas "chilly chill"

Murder murder Marcyville

My nigga you heard we clap you we certainly will

South Philly motherfuckers kill at will

Bet the mack milly make you niggas "chilly chill"

[Jay-Z]

Check the four corners of the earth I'm a man of respect

Marcy projects motherfucker I'm demanding respect

The niggas done fucked up and they called in the cleaners

Jayo you're not a felon you're a misdemeanor

Don't let the Nina hit you and split your beam up

Fuck the punks with you we hit your team up (buck buck)

Y'all niggas hurtin'

That publicity stunt is not workin'

You made a bad situation worsen

Y'all wanna see me out this game like Rider

You fuckers better stop that ?we came from a game wider

How the fuck you gone try us?

You can't deny us

Of a dollar it's the Roc bitch holla!

Beef ain't nothing to a boss nigga

You crossed the line

The orders go out to kick in your doors

Wavin' the 4 4

All I heard was Jigga I don't want it no more

[CHORUS]

[Bleek]

Yo you heard a nigga fronted on Bleek word?

Nigga, never fronted on Bleek word

If it's written I wrote it

You spit it I spoke it

So...Never forget Bleek totin'

I'm from murder murder Marcyville

If y'all look in the mirror do y'all see real?

We see through your visad

Y'all soft like Q-tip cotton

Y'all dudes ain't hardly real

The boss spit off M-po's certainly will

If I smack this kid you'll probably squeal

So open the hydro we firing still

We clear out the building like a fire drill and

Money too long for y'all to fold

You know to catch a case to me is like a common cold

So get your guns out you ain't ready for war

You know the R-O-C too strong for y'all

Motherfucker

[CHORUS]

[Geda K]

Yo, I'm in a zone

You niggas done disturbed the peace

I try to relax

Still got word off the street

Hear you frail bastards tryin' to get your name back

You ain't achieve shit since you got your name in rap

We can't be misjudged you hear the flows and the lyrics and

The fifth slugs'll tear holes in your spirit and

It's like rap turned y'all to kill and hustle

Knowin' y'all gone snitch if I hop one touch you

Talk that gangsta slang be a gangsta slain

These N-Y-M-P gangstas bang

How you talk real but need your click to live?

All I need is the fifth and two clips to give

Geda keep the unsane ratchet

For y'all who swear y'all can dodge the rain put on your rain jackets

It's the game y'all ain't fit for drams with us

And we pop the big guns that tear through armored trucks

[CHORUS]

Crew Love lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Beanie Siegel, Memphis Bleek)

[from "Belly" soundtrack]

[Memphis]

Yeah, check it

Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck

And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up

It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs

Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub

I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere

Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear

The next week two O's gone

Nigga don't prolong

Play the studio and get my flow on

And sell weight on a later base

My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place

And walk straight up on you fuckin crooked niggaz

Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggaz

I drink Henny mixed wit nothing

My weed and the dutch is somethin

What you niggaz sayin nuttin

It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat

Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT

[Jay-Z]

Haha this is Roc-A-Fella for life

This is Roc-A-Fella for life

[Chorus]

You know it's crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by

We could stack dough sky-high

Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real

Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by

We could stack dough sky-high

Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real

[Beanie Siegel]

Yo, I set up shop wit nick rocks that'll upset rookies

Make 'em slide like li'l dicks in wet pussy

Open up the whole strip, like Monopoly

Dare one of ya'll to land on my property

Think you get some dough for my community chest?

Blaow blaow two to yo chest

Ya'll niggaz can't pass go cuz it cost to pass

Ya'll niggaz cheap like Baltic Ave.

Type ta land on jail can't pay your bail

Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you think

I'm the wrong one to lie to

Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply YOU

And ya'll a bunch talk money

I'm tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin boardwalk money

Two-brick money new blue six money

Paroo trip money flew in six money

Taj Mahal trips orange chips money

Long dick money all in yo bitch money

Flow like the flu and spit sick money

Peep hotty's Roc-A-Fella wools route

All black mask down wit they tools out

Beanie mack I'll move out

I had niggaz runnin from school pickin new routes

Then I'll run and lick a shot make 'em move south

Switch up they last name get a new spouse

Scrambled up some down-payment for a new house

No matter where you go Mack gone find ya

I'm like a shadow nigga I'm right behind ya

I'll blow out ya brains and won't give ya no reminder

[Chorus]

[Memphis]

Me and my road dog

Been OG's for so long

Spit raw rolled up niggaz can smoke on

Shit I let 'em have it you faggots ain't know my status

Fuckin with my mathematics you make us savage

Five nine one six O, light brown

M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it down

[Jay-Z]

Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die

As long as you and I keep it movin, nigga

[Beanie]

Aiyyo I pray to the God MC to bless me

Wit a ill ass flow and sick ass dough

Where it don't make no sense that hundreds and cents and

Thousands of dollars ice freezes my collar

Where I need a turtle-neck to rock my check

And a pair of isotoners to rock my rings

Get the signin bonus know mack toppin them thangs

Flip twice rip that crew then I'm droppin my thang

[Jay-Z]

Nigga it's crew love

Criminology (Freestyle) lyrics - Jay-Z

It’s like this yo, and we don’t stop!

Jay-Z

Check it

I get deep and dark like ditches

But when I rap I come off like that without the glitches

Never crossed the black cat with the riches

I’m leaving Stevie sayin’ no Wonder you’re superstitious!

Beef, I’m with it, simple, ya’ll can all get it

Ya’ll don’t all get it

Don’t nobody of mind for this matter

Can gather the data until ya mind don’t matter!

I bubble like lather, hustle like the lead-off batter?

Cause all that matters is the money, ‘till it ain’t funny!

You feel me? When the beast screams kill me

Don’t jerk me boy, I rip it silly!

I’ll let you rise of course, but if you don’t fall off on your own

Emcee’s I cut off at the knees like shorts

It gets worst! If you don’t care for my sick thoughts like a nurse!

With no known remedy, I’m leaving boys and men on bended knee till the end of the road

I lie low, forget this record shit, with one sale…

Check it out!

The nerve of these herbs

Ya’ll know which swerve from the curb in the LAX

The best observe

I’m splashing, splurging, dashing that’s my word ya know

Champagne glass is crashing, can’t ration

Used to having a whole lot, so dough, I blow a lot

Had a buck fifty while you were still taking skibby to school

Ran with one of them cats that hides Tiffany’s for them jewels

Back when Duke was jumping out of cabs in Krush Groove

I was scheming and plotting mostly

Dreaming alive, but look what it got me!

Four cars and four hundred shots later

You know what I mean!

Dead Presidents (Part 1) lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Nas)

[Jay-Z]

Rock on

Roc-A-Fella y'all

[Chorus - Nas]

Presidents to represent me

I'm out for Presidents to represent me [x2]

I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me

[Jay-Z]

Well I was fit that wonderama shit

Me and my conglomerate

Shall remain anonymous

Caught up in the finest shit

Live out by dreams until my heart gives out

And while we crave you know exactly what the shit's about

Fuck y'all mean? Handlin' since a teen I dish out

Like the point-guard off your favorite team without doubt

My life ain't rosy but I roll with it

My mind was fine 'till the dough hit it

And told me that the mo' did it

And now it's closer shit and so I said it

I blow a digit on a dimin' in a minute but no bitchin'

Watch how I'm walkin' cause even the thoroughest niggas be knockin',

Tryin' to strike a bargain,

Hopin' that they might get pardoned

Shit on me boy we got me pins and needles

And my cerebral be's the wickedess evil

Thoughts that this boughter feed you

Feed back in a game so deep fien's can catch ya

Freeze off my knee cap can y'all believe that

Got the city drinkin' Crystal raise up the fee

Rappers going broke tryin' to keep up wit me

My rise the riches surprise the bitches

Think harder you know this nigga Jay-Z Shawn Carter

G.S. to fuck up, three years to fuck up

Watch me shine like a brightly be gets to fuck up

All rhymers forget like Alzheimer's

Small timers I said it

I'm addressing all drama torture

[Chorus - Nas]

I'm out for Presidents to represent me [x3]

I'm out for Dead Presidents to represent me

[Repeat x1]

[Jay-Z]

So sick of niggas

I want money like Cosby who wouldn't

It's this kind of talk that make me think

You probably ain't got no pudding

Niggas got them kinda dreams from jail

You in the streets nigga

Make your move get your get your mail

Niggas are coastin' the S.L. but can't post bail

Niggas are roast the L.

But scared to throw your toast well

I am here to tell niggas it ain't all swell

There's heaven then there's hell niggas

One day your cruisin' in ya seven

Next day your sweatin' forgetin' your lies

Alibis ain't matchin' up, bullshit catchin' up

Hit with the rico, they repo your vehicle

Everything was all good just a week ago

Bout to start bitchin' ain't you

Ready to start snitchin' ain't you

I forgive your weak ass hustlin' just ain't you

Aside from the fast cars

Hunnies that shake they ass at bars

You know you wouldn't be involved

With the underworld dealers, carriers and mac-miller's

East-coast bodiers, west-coast cap peelers

Little monkey niggas turn gorilla's

Stopped in the station filled up on noctane

And now they not sane, and not playin'

That goes without sayin'

Slangin' day in and day out

With money playin' then they play you out

Tryin' to escape my own mind

Lurkin' the enemy representin' infinite

With presidencies you know

[Chorus - Nas]

Dead Presidents to represent me [x4]

I'm our for presidents to represent me [x7]

I'm our for Dead Presidents to represent me

Don't You Know lyrics - Jay-Z

Fresh from London... Paris, Germany...

It's Euro-Jay... International Hov...

Bon Shoir, muhfuckas!... We back...

as if we never left this bitch... on top... it's worldwide...

Still Just Blaze'in this shit up...

[VERSE 1]

Every place I visit, I got land there

How could niggas stand there

Say I sound like them? Hell no

Push wigs back, push Bentley drops that's yellow

Started from the elbow, nigga, from the get-go

No, not the Geico, ain't nothin accidental

Just the facts that I've been through

Perhaps if you was into

Half of the shit I've been through

That'd make your pen move

Your mind would open, your heart would bleed

Instead y'all niggas flow oh so retardedly

You sound retarded to me!

How could you stand there, pants near down to your ass, you wanna spar with me

I'll put you down in the grass, it's the God MC, Young V-I-T-O

Young'n, you are my hijo

My son dula

I clean the cess pool up

Rap stinks

You cats are the sphinx

You cut off your nose to spite your face

Bet you like it that way don'tchya?

[CHORUS]

Don't you know?

When you're defeated, young punk?

Won't you throw

Won't you throw in the towel, stop running your mouth

Don't you know that we know you're just running your mouth

Cause when this shit pops off, we gonna run in your house

Don't you know

When you're defeated, young punk?

Won't you throw?

Won't you throw in the towel? I'm better with vowels

My vocabulary murders the dictionary

Flow switches every 16, shits mean, man

[VERSE 2]

Shit, I'm heavy in the game

I ain't worried bout a thing

Last man standing

Blam-blammin the cannon

48 Hours, it's Reggie Hammond

The colte, Nick Nolte

My demeanor is Humphrey Bogey

Baby, I'm comfy, cozy, my spot is solidified

Roc-a-bye baby, I sing you a lillabye

How ill am I? BK to Philladi-

Delphia! Niggas feelin how real am I

Shit, I carry two taurus, niggas they call me gemini

Though my birthday is one day before December 5

It's S Carter, the archer, I throw darts at ya

Arrows through your apparel, I will dearly depart ya

It's clearly hard for ya, what God has bestowed on me

You nah destroys me nigga; nigga I'm poetry

In four part harmony, it's like Jodeci

Check out my melody, my flow is a felony

Oh, I'm so seventies, I'm in tune with the heavenly

Governing body - Check, check, check out my destiny

I walk leaving four footprints

My hood sense

My book smarts

My faith of the unknown

And a good heart

What's seldom shown is the good part

Like I said

Try to bring em life, but they want dead

You won't listen

Hov is a nice guy, but you don't miss him

That'll piss him off quick, you won't listen

[CHORUS]

Excuse Me Miss Again lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Pharrell)

[Hook: Pharrell]

Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)

Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)

Neptunes track smoke like lalala... (Hooo)

It's the ROC baby sing, I lullaby

Come on!

[Chorus]

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit (do you want me to do it?)

You should come, hang wit me, basically (do you want me to do it?)

Hold up, skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh)

[Jay-Z]

I know my English ain't as modest as you like

But come, get some, you little bums

I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs

I bake the cake get two of them for one

Then I move the +weight+ like I'm +Oprah's son+

Uhhh, I show you how to do this son

Young don't mess wit chicks in Burberry paddings

Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (un-uh)

He padded hisself the rap JFK, you wanna pass for my Jacqueline Onassis

Then hop ya ass out that S-class

Lay back in that maebach, roll the best grass, I ask...

Have you in your long-legged life

ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh)

Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice

Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light

Need a light?...

[Hook]

To smoke that lalala...(Hooo)

Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)

Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)

It's the ROC mami sing I lullaby

Come on!

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in Manolo

Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos

All attracted to Hov' because they know dough

When they see him, whips be European

If you're a +te-en+ (ten) chances your wit +him+

If you're a five you know you ridin' wit th-em

Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world could fix him

No prescription, you could prescribe to subside his affliction

He's not a sane man, more like Rain Man twitchin'

You can't rain dance on his picnic

No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness (whoo)

No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you +CB4+

This ain't +Chris Rock+ bitch, it's the ROC bitch

And I'm the +franchise+ like a Houston Rocket

Nawimean (Yao Ming)...

[Hook]

Still smoking that lalala...

Memph Bleek still smoking that lalala....

Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five....

It's the ROC baby sing, I lullaby

Come on!

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Forget English talk body language

I be all over mamis like body painters

Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist

Please excuse yourself, you're very sick

Don't confuse me wit marbury out this bitch

Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life

Motherfuckers must be smoking they lalala la crack

.45 gun smoke, choke off that

Back to the music, I ain't wit all that

Plus the feds tappin my music I get all that

I'm THE public industry number one

Public industry number two is my whole crew R-O-C

And I ain't concerned wit' who like me, who like you

That's gay, I ain't into likin' dudes no way

But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future

I never make the news again my man'll shoot ya

[Hook]

As we, smoke that lalala...(Hooo)

Memphis Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)

Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo' to five....(Hooo)

It's the ROC bitch sing, I lullaby

Come on!

[Chorus]

[Pharrell]

Do you want me to do it... come watch me now, uhhh

Excuse Me Miss Again (Remix) lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Kanye West)

WHOO!

[Hook]

Memph' Bleek always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)

Beanie Sigel always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)

Kanye track smoke like la-la-la (HOO)

It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby

C'mon!

[Chorus]

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit

You should come, hang with me, basically

Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami

[Jay-Z]

I know my English ain't as modest as you like

But come, get some, you little bums

I take the cake from under the baker's thumbs

I bake the cake, get two of them for one

Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son

Uh, I'll show you how to do this son

Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry paddings

Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (u-uh)

He padded hisself the rap J.F.K., you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis

Then, hop ya ass out that S-class

Lay back in that Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask

Have you in your long-legged life

ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice?

Look but don't touch, motherfucker think twice

'Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light

Need a light?

[Hook]

To smoke that la-la-la

Beanie Sigel always smoking that la-la-la

Memph' Bleek always smoking that la-la-la

It's the R.O.C. mami, sing our lullaby

C'mon!

[Chorus]

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit

You should come, hang with me, basically

Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami

[Jay-Z]

We got brothers full of Arm'i, mami's in Manolo

Bags by Chanel, all Louis Vuitton logos

All attracted to Hov' because they know dough

When they see him, whips be European

If you're a ten, chances you're with him

If you're a five, you know you ridin' with them

Sick with the pen nigga, no physician in the world could fix him

No prescription, you could prescribe to subside, his affliction

He's not a sane man, he's more like reign man - twitchin'

You can't rain dance on his picnic

No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness

No Ouija board, you can't see me dog, nigga you CB-4

This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the R.O.C. bitch

And I'm the franchise like a Houston Rocket, Yao Ming!

[Hook]

Still smokin that la-la-la

Memph' Bleek still smokin that la-la-la

Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five

It's the R.O.C. baby, sing our lullaby

C'mon!

[Chorus]

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit

You should come, hang with me, basically

Hold up, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight mami

[Verse Three: Kanye West]

She playin she hate when I'm name droppin

So when I talk rap, she gon' change topics

But I got a plan B that's planned out, for when things don't pan out

Hov' tellin ya mind brother, I'ma play shy brother

So you take the Destiny Child girl in the Coupe?

Then I'ma try bag the ones that got kicked out the group

I figured that'll be simple, I'll just help 'em with their demo

Help 'em to the limo, play the upboard instrumentals

And she - grabbed my tattoo, peeped my credentials

And she - grabbed my pants, felt the potential

And I - rubbed 'bout every essential

That have fun breakin her fundamentals

Excuse me miss, the artist of the new millenium

Has finally stopped drivin that blue Millenium

And got a good of trenny and filled it with plenty of Henney

and Remi and weed, 'til she higher than Hilliam

[Hook]

If she pass me, smoke that la-la-la

Memphis Bleek always smokin that la-la-la

Beanie Sigel, Desert Eagle, the four-ty five

It's the R.O.C. bitch, sing our lullaby

C'mon!

[Chorus]

Excuse me miss, I'm the shit

You should come, hang with me, basically

WHOA, skip all the singin' let's get right tonight, mami

Glory lyrics - jay Z (feat. B.I.C.)

The most amazing feeling I feel

Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real

Maybe I paint the sky blue

My greatest creation was you

You, Glory

False alarms and false starts

All made better by the sound of your heart

All the pain of the last time

I prayed so hard it was the last time

Your mama said that you danced for her

Did you wiggle your hands for her?

Glory! Glory! Glory! Sorry...

Everything that I prayed for

God's gift, I wish I would've prayed more

God makes no mistakes, I made a few

Rough sledding here and there, but I made it through

I wreak havoc on the world

Get ready for part two

A younger, smarter faster me

So a pinch of Hov, a whole glass of B

Glory, yeah

The most amazing feeling I feel

Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real

Maybe I paint the sky blue

My greatest creation was you

Your grand pop died of liquor failure

Then he died of liver failure

Deep down he was a good man

God damn I can't deliver failure

Bad ass little Hov,

Two years old shopping on Saville Row

Wicked ass little Bey, hard not to spoil you rotten, looking like little me

The most beautiful-est thing in this world,

Is Daddy’s little girl.

You don’t yet know what swag is

But you was made in Paris

And mama woke up the next day

And shot her album package

Last time the miscarriage was so tragic

We was afraid you disappeared

But nah, baby you magic

Today you have it, shit happens

Make sure the plane you on is bigger

Than your carry-on baggage

Everybody produced her

Life is a gift love, open it up

You're a child of destiny

You're a child of my destiny

You're my child with the child from Destiny's Child

That's a hell of a recipe

Glory! Glory! Glory! Sorry...

The most amazing feeling I feel

Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real

Maybe I paint the sky blue

My greatest creation was you

You, you, you...