Who You Wit II lyrics - Jay-Z

Uh-huh, yeah hah

Never Sprung huh?

Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all

Never Sprung huh?

Yeah, peep the repertoire

Peoples, feel me on this one

Peoples, feel this

Never Sprung huh? Know my style

I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches

Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches

Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches

Can't Knock Your Hustle for real, exotic bitches

I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french

frames with the french name in the same night

Pull you and your tight friend

lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in

You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R

Sexin in a Lexus car

Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all

is like vege-tables in my presence, check it

Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg

Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs

Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred

Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on

[Chorus]

Dough to get, more shows to rip

I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit

Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick

More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit

Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em

Chicks dream on him trick cream on him

Lose it when dudes think it's just music

Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em

Sex around the way girls down to mida's

I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's

Chiquita, me got more, see I brawl

You can love me or hate me, either or

I'ma stay winnin, rock the custom drop Bentleys

Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny

can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave

just as quick, indian give, ha-hah

Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap

like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin that

you be the same chick when you leave me

the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit chorus

[Chorus]

Here's somethin niggaz gon find, not at all funny

We takin all ya bitches, takin all ya money

Jay-Z rated A.G. baby that's All Good

I sink this ball in your hole, I'm Tiger Woods

If the money was the grass and your ass was tee

when I hit it with this club love you comin with me

Grip you right up under your ass, put your back on the wall

Kinda tipsy, seein triple, so I'm fuckin ya all

You remind me of this dream I had the night before

I'm kinda hopin the condom break to have a reason to go raw

I'm playin, hit the showers, hit the money spot

Where all the models play and big money is dropped

Drop the top, let her feel the moonlight it entranced her

She jumped all in my seat like some private dancer

I tell you somethin new, if you don't hop down off that

butter soft shit with your shoes, I'ma step on the gas

She laughed, put her ass back in the proper place

She said, 'I played my cards right and look I got the ace'

I told her (beatboxes) 'Slow down baby'

You dealin with a baller, who, hold ground crazy it's on

[Chorus repeat 4X]

Beyatch! Fucka

Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia

Recognize, realize, it's on

Roc the block y'all

Laugh

It's on

Face Off lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Sauce Money)

[Jay-Z (Sauce)]

[Jay-Z talking:] 

Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, jigga feel this...

[Chorus]

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me)

If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes)

[Verse 1]

Yeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it's on)

Ladies know that when the sun's up I'm gone

(Fuck them bitches though digits though)

Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know whaat

(All black gat with the mack out)

I take shorty to the rest blow her back out

sun dress undress throw her back out (biotch)

(in & out like a crack house) keep it moving

(Face off with the .38 scraped off)

keep shorty maced can't throw a 4-4 eight ball

know your place (so it starts when ya least expect)

(the yeast infect) you don't imitate bitches

(piece protected) so I hear you hate bitches?

(love the dough, ya flow irritate niggas)

fuck them though, it's all out and

have a fall out I fucked ya girl

(On top now we call out fuck the world)

(Face Off!)

[Chorus]

(This gos out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me)

If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

[Verse 2]

(I apologize ladies I'm lovin' ya right)

you must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight

(No wine no dine) no wheelin' the whip

all night long just feelin' the dick be-i-itch

(Sauce mothafuckin' slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin')

(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin'

nigga you neva know what a chick could do

(pull the trigga too) check the shit jigga do

(My crew) mackin' the same bitch (I do)

(back man stack grands) daddy like I you

(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?

women start to fall we all bat around

Let my whole team hit it (scatter 'round)

you never seen wit it (pat 'em down)

check for cream in it (These riches)

got nu'hin to do wit these bitches

(Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits)

(Face Off!)

[Chorus]

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me)

If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes)

[Verse 3]

(Can I touch that?) what's that? Leave it for dead.

Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)

(keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead)

Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep with prayer

(with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead)

Ladies & gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)

(Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds)

(broad day like De Niro shoot all day)

I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just foreplay

get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out

What keep it cocked faithfully like salop 

with one in the drop don't get hit up

(I be the 4-5th flamer hoes bitch shamer)

(clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole click name up)

Look I done came up (and) thought a whole game up

meet me in the square with one in the chamber

(The Face Off nigga)

[Chorus]

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me

(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me)

If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feel me

Fuck 'em all day (fuck 'em all night) we don't love these hoes

["Track Masters" is whispered softly 8X in background]

(This goes out... put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel

(Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) Yeah!!

This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)...

Real Niggaz lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Too $hort)

[Jay-Z]

Real niggaz do real things

Hangin with the honies is the song I sing

Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring

Real niggaz do real things, check

We started out makin, small time bacon

Two little niggaz bakin, talkin bout whippin cakes

Get clothin and big cheddar, hopin it gets better

We had no knowledge of this shit we just was with whatever

In front of your buildin clockin, thought I was makin a killin

Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket

They was corrupt too, disrespectin the fiends I used to

look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you

In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York

I'm hollerin Lifetimes, he hollerin Life's Too $hort

Parallel lives and jew-els held high

To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls

You know how the game goes, slang to get G's

and speak in Chinese everybody gains the same dough

Get your shit scarred fuckin with my sick squad

from Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Hangin with the honies is the song I sing

Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring

Real niggaz do real things

[Too $hort]

So now you own a record label, I got one too

We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew

You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records

On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers

The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me

You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook?

I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways

so I can get paid, everday

I see the same old shit, I see in the streets

I know you think I'm sellin keys but I only sell beats

Dopefiend music, it's drug related

You can buy it on the corner get a radio and play it

It always sounds better when you turn it up loud

Rap music let these motherfuckers know what we about

I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin niggaz

It's just like in the streets main, how much you get?

[Jay-Z]

On the road to riches, and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Hangin with the honies is the song I sing

Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring

Real niggaz do real things

[Too $hort]

That's right, I been a hustler for a long time

Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes

I started off with nothing ended up with everything

Now we sip Hennessee in first class on every plane

Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin

Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin again

There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy

Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy

[Jay-Z]

Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get

Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect

$hort Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow

I got love for y'all motherfuckers y'all just don't know

I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's

I like the five speed drops pop the clutch then go

If you want it, keep ballin, and if you jealous stop

I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac

How real is that?

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Hangin with the honies is the song I sing

Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Real niggaz do real things

Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring

Real niggaz do real things

And I'm out

[Too $hort] Beyotch! $hort Dawg's in the house

[Jay-Z] Jigga

[Too $hort] Much love

[Jay-Z] $hort Dawg, get your money main

[Too $hort] All the way from the West coast

[Jay-Z] Uhh, how real is that

Rap Game / Crack Game lyrics - Jay-Z

Uhh...

Uhh, yeah

Won't stop niggaz

"Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game" - [Nas]

Jigga! Feel me

People, told ya motherfuckers, told ya

"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" - [OutKast]

Uhh, Roc-a-Fella

Geyeah

We treat this rap shit just like, handlin weight

What they want we give it to em, what they abandon we take

Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it's at stake

Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake

When it's hot, get on my money spot in every state

Like the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gate

But first we scope shit, advertise in every area

Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit

Gon' need a middle man, so we look to radio

Let em test the product, give em a promo show

Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe

Then we drop a maxi single and charge em two for five

Ain't tryin to, kill em at first just, buildin clientele

So when the album drops the first weeks it's on sale

But when demand grows it's time to expand yo

You don't want no garbage papi it's ten grand per blow, fo' sho'

"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" - [Nas]

"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" - [OutKast]

[repeat 3X]

Ge-ge-geyeah

I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk

Got your whole block now, pumpin my work

My CD's is like keys for you Willie's who

like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two's

And my singles like gems, you know the treys

Get you high for a while, but the, high don't stay

You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks

Cause when this shit flip, I'ma get on some other shit

Never pitchin for a label, Jigga's the hook-up

You know my shit is fish scale, y'all niggaz is cook up

Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota

They know my shit stretch without the baking soda

Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key

Priority's work wasn't right so I switched factories

Now I'm the new nigga, who figured I'd get the game locked

Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, ha ha

"Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" - [Nas]

"See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" - [OutKast]

[repeat 4X]

[cuts and scratches]

Where I'm From lyrics - Jay-Z

Uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah

ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah

How real is this, how real is this

Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check

[Verse One:]

I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come

You and your man's hung in every verse in your rhyme

where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer

Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run

Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set

To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet

Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets

So I felt some more something and you nothing check

I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much

And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much

So they ran up Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust

I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us

I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable

Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new

Your world was everything, So everything you said you'd do

You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it

I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about

Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas

Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are

At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars

Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's

But most times find themselves locked up behind bars

I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars

I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all

[Chorus: 5x]

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice

Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

[Verse Two:]

I'm from the place where the chruch is the flakiest

And niggas is praying to god so long that they Atheist

Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow

Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday

I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells

An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale

Your laughing, you know the place well

Where the Liqour Store's and the base well

And Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic themselves

Where we call the cops the A-Team

cause they hop out of vans and spray things

And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen

Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies

So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?

If the shit is lies, god strike me

And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?

We'll never know

One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know

Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto

Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse Three:]

I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards

Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen

I'm up the block, round the corner, and down the street

From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet

We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep

And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet

Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed

And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat

Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with

Three dice and shoot the five

Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips

And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this

This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist

And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this

Niggas will show you love, That's how they fool thugs

Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood

[Chorus 4x]

You Must Love Me lyrics - Jay-Z

[Kelly Price (Jay-Z)]

Talking: Throughout my life (uh huh uh huh uh)

no matter what I've done.(Right)

You've been merciful and your love endureth (yeah)

through all things (ye yeah) For that

I am eternally grateful.

[Verse 1]

Since my date of birth

bought you nothing but hurt

play those video games

stole change from ya purse

Sat on the cold court bench

'til I was arraigned in ya skirt

Saw the pain in ya face

through you maintained a smirk

All you did was motivate me

don't let 'em hold you back

What I do I turned around

and I sold you crack

I was a bastard for that

still I'm drowning in shame

Just remember one thing now

you're not to blame

You was newly seperated

tryin' to escape ya world

and through my thirst

I didn't help you

I just made things worse

I hated me and everybody

that created crack

Had me thinkin'

the newest kicks and the latest gat

Still haven't apologized

so please play this back

while I try to come to terms

with such a heinous act

you know in more than one way

cocaine numbs the brain

All I did was think about

how the funds once came

then I ran across this memory

and it stung the brain

How can you ever destroy the beauty

from which one came

That's a savage you're the reason

why me and these beats make a marriage

why I rhyme above average and

I ain't shit

Glad you got yourself together

no thanks to me

Strong and beautiful the way thangs should be

You must love me

[Chorus (K. Price) (You must love me repeats in background)]

Say that you love me

All I know say that you must love me.

Ohh yeah

[Verse 2]

We used to fight every night

but I never would suffer

just smile my big brother's

tryna make me tougher

As we grew fussing and fighting continued

as I plundered through ya stuff

and snuck ya clothes to school

Got intense real intense

as we got older

Never believed it would lead

to be popped in one in ya shoulda

Where my rings? Knew you had it

'cause you took too long

as Mickey, Andy, and the girl that bought it looked on

Huffin' and puffin' gun in my hand

told you step outside

Hoping you said no but you hurt my pride

made our way down the steps

maybe you thought it was just a threat

or maybe ya life was just that crazy

and you was beggin' for death

try to justify this in my young mind

but ya drillin' it

and my ego hurt combined

drove me berzerk

Saw the devil in your eyes

high off more than weed

confused I just closed

my young eyes and squeezed

What a sound

opened my eyes just in time

to see ya stumbling to the ground

Damn what the fuck I done now

runnin' around in a circle

thinking I'm assed out

hot gun burnin' my waist

ran straight to Jazz' house

Like a stranger damn I just shot my nigga

and ran off into the night as if it was not my nigga

Left the scene how could I go out that way

Still you asked to see me in the hospital ya next day

You must love me.

[Chorus (You must love me repeats in background)]

What after all the wrong I've done

I know you must

[Verse 3 (Starts over last line of chorus)]

Everything in my power and within my frame

to protect you from this life and

keep you away from the game

But you was one of the few people

that I can trust

and the fact of the matter I slang

these pies for us

You put the pressure on me dearly

rarely would you let it go

Was a thousand and one times

I had to tell you no

When it was one of those days

when nobody was around

and I needed emergency trip

out of town

Searched my mental rolodex

for all the numbers I know

As you stared in my face

asking me could you go

I'm agreed said sender

everything'll go smooth

just tell her what to do

and everything'll go through

Strapped her body with them thangs

as you boarded the plane

Couldn't explain these strange feelings

that I caught and the pain

I'm thinkin' why would I send you

when I knew it ain't right

I'm thinkin' what would

make you sacrifice ya life

You must love me

[Chorus (You must love me repeats in background)]

After everything that I've done wrong

I know inside you must love me

I know that you love me

You showed me I know it

I know

Say that you love me

say that you love me

I know you must love me

Oh yes you do

Inside I know it

you've always shown it

you love me yea yeah

Oh yeah

I know that you love me