Paper Chase lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Foxy Brown)

[Foxy Brown]

Uhh, uhh, uh-huh

Uhh (paper chase)

Bonnie n Clyde

Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin down

(gotta get that paper y'all)

That's right, uhh

(Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah

Paper chase y'all, paper chase WHAT? Uh)

Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch

Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this bitch

Half a brick of yea, bout to lay down this bitch

(til November?) Nah, I'm here to like slay down this bitch

What you think? I don't wanna have to spray down this bitch

Call my whole team, from around the way down this bitch

I'm tryin to stay down this bitch, play down this bitch

Had a sound, so my nigga Jay drown the six

Roll the windows down and, weight round this bitch

But there's a couple things 'fore it's OK round this bitch

Gotta talk to the natives, let em know I'm here 

for all to get the paydays, first I line up all the haters

I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya

More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya

Money providentials hope that's not a problem for ya

If so, Jigga be here, day after tomorrow for ya (That's right!)

[Chorus: Foxy, Jay-Z]

[F] Gotta get that paper dog

[F] Gotta touch that, love that, paper dog, uhh!

[J] Gotta get that paper dog

[J] Gotta have that grab that paper dog!

[F] Gotta get that paper dog

[F] Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that

[J] Gotta get that paper dog

[J] When I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at?

[Jay-Z]

I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones

A down ass bitch and she down to click

Got a nice little hooptie that I get around with

And my plan is, not to leave this town til I'm rich

Gotta find a nigga sellin all them ounces and shit

Tell them get down with the click or get found in a ditch

See I drop down and strip, I turn around and spit

Not to hit em, just to let em know the sound of shit

Return later that evening in the club with Fox

And I got the snub nosed for those that love to box

I'm in search of them young niggaz that hug the block

all day, til it's like gray outside

Shoot dice talkin shit all day outside

And even when it's hot, they outside

Let em know, how it's gon' go, Bonnie n Clyde

And aiyyo, you will want me on your side

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Yo, yeah, I got that stress and I got it the best

I ain't got it to give but I got it to test

And if you wanna get down, all you gotta invest

is your time, I gotta move this in a, week or less

For the next couple of days I brought her all I posess

The Rolex, necklaces with the VVS

Twin to drive in the passenger with a TV rest

For my top draft picks I cop the new GS

Now all the little soldiers wanna roll with my team

Cause I ain't sold em a dream, I just showed em the cream

Picked em up in the afternoons and told em some things

You know the regular shit you do when you moldin them teens

Yo, never lay your head where you holdin them things

From family, to your business, nothing goes in between

Never feared no man, put four in his Beem

Drop your gun then, blow the scene, ya heard me?

[Chorus]

Reservoir Dogs lyrics - jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, The LOX, Sauce Money)

[Sheek]

Fuck -- shit is real right here

Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers

Don't get it twisted

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass

with no mask, look at the camera like what?

Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed

To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy

Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal

If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids

I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?

And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care

If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs

Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children

when I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building

Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores

Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores

I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way

Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray

As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall

Takin shots of Louie til I fall

Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the groove

and kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move

My team, you would think was on Thorazine

How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

[Beanie Sigel]

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now

Pick out a quiet town and tie it down

Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now

Beanie Mac I supply it now

My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats

Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps

Bag enough coke to last a few weeks

In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats

You really wanna test my name? And test my game?

Until you have me, test my aim?

Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles

Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule

Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin

Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin

Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin

Cop off the lot never see me at the auction

Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin

Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct

Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend

Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

[Jadakiss]

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box

Come down on appeal then I'm killin your pops

You feelin The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX

If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot

You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family

Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami

Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper

Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper

I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag

you gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it

Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce

Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce

They got me where I can't be without my large gat

Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat

Don't matter if I'm openin up, or headline

Doin the speed limit or pushin red lines

Six months in the county or fed time

I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime

Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga

ever had beef with, son is a bastard

Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.

Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was comin

You wouldn't listen

You tried to play me like a joke?

Now who got the last laugh?

Now take these bullets with you to hell

[Sauce Money]

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit

So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick

Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy

Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die

What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew

I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose

Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff

I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off

Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off

Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off

Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews

Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews

Flow hot like a heatwave bitch

Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with

I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin

for you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

[Styles]

I don't give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are

I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car

I don't care about your block and whoever you shot

I don't care about your album and whenever it drop

I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked

I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hash

Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz

Shootin backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your casket

Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you

Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you

I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock

My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock

I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven

You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me

I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella

Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarella

[Jay-Z]

I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers

Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma

Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta

Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna

Whoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners

Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon

Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed

Get brained in the four dot six Range

Shit main, switch lanes

every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine

Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain

Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that

You don't wanna owe that man

He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man

Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more

I just sit on my money til I'm above the law

How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses

We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga

Multiple cars and divas with D-classes

Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic

Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya heard me?

Put some more beat on that joint

It's Like That lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Kid Capri)

[Jay-Z]

Yeah, un huh, watch this y'all, come on,watch this y'all, Jigga

Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea !

[Kid Capri]

It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z

Cause I'm Like That yo ! Cause I'm like that yo !

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist

Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain

And had to numb it with baste

Couldn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase

I needed something to chase

Nowadays I throw shots back,leavin nothin to waste

Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place

Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past

> I vowed to never stop winnin, 'til the earth stop spinnin

Rock hot lenin, cop hot cars and hot women

If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not remembering,

My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules,

I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it ?

I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood,

If you ain't live like I live then run with the hood

I done what i could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still

Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if hell awaits ya ?

Nigga I'm coming with the razors, still flashin ya shit

Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist

Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game

This isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain

And burn, then I recycle my life

I shall return

[Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z]

[Woman]

How tight is your flow ?

[Jay-Z]

Cause I'm like that yo !

[Woman]

How right is your dough ?

[Jay-Z]

Cause I'm like that yo !

[Woman]

How white is your blow ?

[Jay-Z]

Cause I'm like that yo !

[Woman]

Only writers you know

[Jay-Z]

Cause I'm like that

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump

Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump

Shit, I get digits in lumps, I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want

?

Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva,

And reefer paper, I hate the one's that blow up ya beeper

Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas

Inpregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers (ha ha)

Fuck hot my records got the fever

Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up

I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up

And shoes off, bout to snooze off

Hatin, cause you can't turn the booze off

You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you all

I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks

But, other than that I ain't even fucking with cats

Just me tied B.I., thug it like that, me,dame and biggs

What's fuckin with that ?

Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that

Other then a couple slugs in ya back,[huh huh]

Rappers y'all runnin around, like I won't gun ya down

Last nigga that fronted, two spun him around

Lord, except this offer here's somethin for your crown

I admit no malice, I just met his challenge, In one

[Chorus: Repeat 3x]

[Jay-Z: Repeat 2x til fade]

Girls and guns, all i want

stock exchange, rocks and thangs

It's Alright lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Memphis Bleek)

[Jay-Z:]

Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back

Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, yeah yeah

I need a ho in my life to blow on my dice

So we can make our points twice and skate out a town

I need that glow in my ice, E-Class

Ladies screamin Jigga you know we ease that, flowin out like Jees-ass

Jay-Z and me holdin the mic

so when you like you find MC's so impolite

And me I'm so into nice, got cats on the corner like

Don't me and Jigga be flowin alike? 

Nah, Not in your life ain't nobody copin like

Mr. Jay-Z, shit you're crazy

I'm hot like the six maybe, Deep dish with the great seats

I flow greater than you're navigator

I drop in you're town, block you're data

Pimps all comin through with a hot pair of gators

And a crew with rocks the size of craters

Can't touch like hot potatoes, Ya Heard?

Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back

Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, Holla back

[Memphis Bleek:]

In the middle of a war rockin a vest

Who's the illest shorty alive, I confess

I take nine to the chest and I swear to the heaven sky's, I bless

The mics until the day I rest, till they can feel what I feel

I'ma try my best, and if you real like I real

you can provide the rest

Anything left out, you can blame it on the brain, not the heart

I'm playing my part, stretched out, just about the best out

Any nigga realer than me, is in a messhall with their chest out

Any rapper with less clout, sell more records than me

We extort them as soon as they record 'em, Bleek

My name is clear, back when a shorty used to braid my hair

On the project stairs, Once I drop to a ceaser Ma I don't need ya

From the block to the hot two-seaters 

[Jay-Z:]

Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back

Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, Check

On the two Jew-el's I blew more money than Latrell, who else?

They don't know you, think they know you too well, you jell

Like Flubber I hover above the city in a private jet, the livest set

Press you're brakes, Feds wanna investigate, Mr. I don't cop nothin

Less than eight, and anything involved with my name

Regardless of the fame

It's hard, I can't even walk through Harlem again,

Charge it to the game, I'm platinum like American Express

My boy died, and all I did was inherit his stress

To make every jam tougher, you ain't my man fuck ya

I suggest let you live right? Negative, I swear

It's dough or die, I hope your soul provides you with an afterlife

Close you're casket tight

Take you're last two deep breaths and pass the mic 

To Jay-Z nigga, That's Right!!

Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back

Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright

Money Ain't A Thang lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Jermaine Dupri)

ÏðèâUh uh

So So Def

Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z]

[Jermaine Dupri]

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes

With the top down screamin out

Money ain't a thang

[Jay-Z]

Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings

With the window cracked, holler back

Money ain't a thang

[Jermaine Dupri]

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean

And to hell with the price

cause the money ain't a thang

[Jay-Z]

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang

When you hit the bricks, new whips

Money ain't a thang

[Jermaine Dupri]

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us

Cause all across the ball we burn it up

Drop a little paper, baby toss it up

Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up

See the money ain't a thang

[Jay-Z]

I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe

Jigga's style is love, X and O

Save all your accolades, just the dough

My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet

Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye

Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky

Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young

See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up

Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'

Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi til I close up, it's all basic

I been spending hundreds since they had small faces

Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas

Me and Jermaine Dupri got it locked crazy

Where you at haters?

[Repeat 1]

[Jermaine Dupri]

My cake thick, I live the life

Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night

I make the big moves, do the big things

Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match

Cats say I'm the shit man

The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew

Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burnt than a candle

Too hot to hold, too much to handle

In the black C-low, he know if she look

She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more

I'm the truth like A.I., got the proof and stay fly

In the safest shit you could never buy

Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing

I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing

[Repeat 1]

[Jay-Z]

Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'

And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill

Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin

Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you owed some

Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey

Platinum, spend your whole life in the day

What's down is a bet, roll the dice

[Jermaine Dupri]

Yeah, yeah, so let's play 

So what, you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel

It's gonna take a lot more to see my level

Where I'm at, your check, you better double that

And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain

In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game

Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain

Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

[Repeat Chorus]

So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'

You know, all we do is rock

Rock on

"In My Lifetime Vol. 1" (1997)

• The City Is Mine lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Blackstreet)
• Intro / A Million And One Questions / Rhyme No More lyrics - Jay-Z
• I Know What Girls Like lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Lil' Kim, Puff Daddy)
• Imaginary Player lyrics - Jay Z
• The Streets Is Watching lyrics - Jay-Z
• Friend Or Foe '98 lyrics - Jay-Z
• Lucky Me lyrics - Jay-Z
• Sunshine lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Babyface, Foxy Brown)
• Who You Wit II lyrics - Jay-Z
• Face Off lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Sauce Money)
• Real Niggaz lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Too $hort)
• Rap Game / Crack Game lyrics - Jay-Z
• Where I'm From lyrics - Jay-Z
• You Must Love Me lyrics - Jay-Z

The City Is Mine lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Blackstreet)

[Jay-Z]

Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

You belong to the city (Uh-uhh-uh, what what)

You belong to the night (Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah)

In the river of darkness

He's a man of the night

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

Uhh, yeah

What the deal playboy, just rest your soul

I be holding it down yo still love the dough

Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go

Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow

Don't worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame

Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name

You held it down long enough, let me take those reigns

And just like your spirit the commision remains

Niggaz can cross the T's and, dots the I's

Now that I got too popular to cop them pies

I'm takin this rap shit serious, to my demise

Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise

Basics in the basement, waste it

Asking my dog for advice so when he can't say shit

my hatred is, fueled just give me a sign

And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

You belong to the city (The city is mine, what-what-what)

You belong to the night (Ge-ge-geyeah, uh-uhh-uh, pa-pau)

In the river of darkness

He's a man of the night (The city is mine, that's right...)

[Verse Two: Jay-Z

Y'all want to know how I flow just seek and you find

I'm like a brain in the voicebox, I speak my mind

About to redefine rap mami, either I'm

the illest nigga doing it or these niggaz is losin it

I read a article that said I was ruinin shit

But every time I look, I'm movin units in quick

So I'ma hit y'all, with these last two and split

and leave niggaz with nothing but my influences-es

Soon it's the Jigga, I ain't mad yeah, bite my shit

Sell half of what I sell because it's not quite my shit

I'm the type to buy a Roley and just ice my shit

on the spot, fuck comin back twice to shit

How real is that? My floss game, still intact

Boss game, you lame dudes can't feel that

Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89

and drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?

[Chorus: Blackstreet]

You belong to the city (The city is mine)

You belong to the night (Yeah, uhh, the city is mine)

In the river of darkness (Pa-pa, feel me)

He's a man of the night (Yeah, yeah, bounce, bounce)

[Verse Three: Jay-Z]

I snatch your girl cause your arm ain't strong enough

Plus ya don't stay in the studio long enough

I make hits while y'all stay hatin and take bricks

Had it locked til I came in the club, Take 6

Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent

Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what

So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt

at the bar alchoholing her up

I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream

A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth

Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name

I ain't a player get it right, I'm controllin the game

From now until they blow holes in my frame

I'ma stand firm, holdin my aim, feel me?

I'm the focal, point like Biggie in his prime

on the low though - shhhhh, the city is mine!

[Chorus w/ variations to end]

Intro / A Million And One Questions / Rhyme No More lyrics - Jay-Z

[somebody whispering]

Somebody's pulling me closer to the ground

I ain't panicked, I been here before

Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage

In front of that crowd

And showed them who was who, and what was what

Man look at these suckers

I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler

It just so happens that I know how to rap

Okay, I'm reloaded!

(music drops in)

[Jay-Z]

I did it again niggaz

Fucked up, right? I know

I know what y'all niggaz asking yourself

Is he gonna ever fall off?

No...

...a lot of speculation

on the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed

How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?

Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct

Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech?

What's the position you hold? Can you really match

a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?

Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold

Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O

For the millionth time askin me

Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin me

then get upset when I catch feelings

Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave

While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinnin on my sleeve

Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot?

Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?

What you doin in L.A., with phillipinos and ese's

Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico withh Frederico

I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go

Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know? BLAOW!

Roc-A-Fella y'all, uhh, uh

Know my style

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more

Til I'm no more, cause I'm so raw

My flow expose holes that they find in yours

Wasn't for me, niggaz still be dying for whores

But I hate when a nigga sit back, admirin yours

Young blood you better get that, we frying baccars

Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse

And don't listen to the rappers, they dying to floss

I used to be O.T., applyin the force

Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss

Come back with the click playing Diana Ross

I'm the boss and this is how it's gonna be

Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V

I got mouths to feed till they put flowers on me

And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise

Tombstone read 'He Was Holdin No Leaks'

Started from the crack game and then so sweet

Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the old-G

On MTV, telling em how I sold D

And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B

Me and my homie, started out coldies

Picked the mailbox lock cause I ain't have no key

Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie'

Then I went low key, but now I'm back it's on

Motherfuckers

Jigga, uh-huh, yeah

Roc-A-Fella y'all

Uhh, feel this