Watch Me lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Dr. Dre)

[Dre] YEAH!

[Jay] Uh uhh uh-uhh, boom boom boom

[Dre] D-R-E!

[Jay] Say it with me niggaz, boom boom

[Dre] And Jay-Z!

[Jay] Boom boom boom boom

[Dre] What the fuck?!

[Jay] Boom boom boom boom

[Dre] Watch me!

[Jay] Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom

Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom

[Dre] Compton!

[Jay] Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo..

[Dre] C'mon!

[Jay-Z]

You gotta, pop that styles, rock that watch dial

See that Benz? Cop that now

Drop-that-top-down, they gon' kill us anyway

Them cops uptown hit holmes with forty-one rounds

Live yo' life, get yo' ice

She been with you since day one nigga, trick on yo' wife

Spend that dough, when in doubt, take that trip

She ain't livin for the moment homey shake that bitch

He that cool, he can't take you nowhere? Then leave that fool

Be that rude if he that cool

Save for what? Ball til your days is up

This place is fucked, all type of AIDS and such

How they make it where you afraid to fuck

They gave us drugs then turned around and investigated us

Life is short, then you on life support

so in between it all I'ma say I seen it all, watch me

[Chorus: Dr. Dre]

Place yourself in the shoes of true felons (uh-huh)

and tell me you won't ball every chance you get (uhh, watch me)

At any, chance you hit (that's right) we live for the moment

(yo, watch, watch) Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars

(Watch me) You see me around some cheese

(Watch me) See me with hustlers around them G's

(Watch me) Blowin 'dro runnin through pounds of weed

(Watch me) At the bar baby, round's on me

(Watch me)

[Jay-Z]

Watch me turn somethin out of nothin, turn platinum from gold

Watch me light the Cohiba off the Viking stove

I take an empty bank account, fill it with oh's

I take an empty building then I fill it with hoes

Watch me, cop that Coupe, shine for the ladies

have em sayin, "Damn I never seen a watch that blue"

And while they still mesmerized I pop that cooch'

Shit, law enforcement couldn't stop that dude

Guess who? Fresh off of "Volume 2"

Back at you, peep the numbers my album do

They call me Cham-pagne-hovah, wake up with a hangover

When y'all think the game's over, do the same thing over

Still with the same soldiers

Still gettin brain and it's plain ain't a thang gon' change over

Hop out the truck, hand on my cock and nuts

Who got the bank, I'm stoppin it up, watch me

[Chorus: Dr. Dre]

Place yourself in the shoes of true felons (uh-huh)

and tell me you won't ball every chance you get (watch me)

At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment

Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars

(Watch me) You see me around some cheese

(Watch me) Hangin with hustlers around them G's

(Watch me) Blowin 'dro runnin through pounds of weed

(Watch me) At the bar bitch, round's on me

(Watch me)

[Jay-Z]

Yo the watch too rocky, need shades

Continental sittin on blades, spinnin like waves

Gun too Brock-y, behave

Big shot, plus I'm feelin like Rocky these days

Ice don't melt I could ski through a heatwave

Nights won't help you see Jay, it'll be day

My shit too bright, I rip through mics

plus I push more powder than Crystal Light

Chick mad, said I hold my pistol too tight

Get a grip bitch, this how I get through life

I buy out the bar, spit Crist' through the mic

See Jigga in the 6 and all the shit you like

See Jigga givin dick to every bitch you like

I told her, "It's Jay-Day and Hit-You-Night"

You wanna, see me again you gotta get two dice

I got rules I can't hit you twice, you heard me?

Watch me

[Chorus: Dr. Dre]

Place yourself in the shoes of true felons (uh-huh)

and tell me you won't ball every chance you get (that's right)

At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment

Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars

(Watch me) You see me around some cheese

(Watch me) See me with hustlers around them G's

(Watch me) Blowin 'dro runnin through pounds of weed

(Watch me) At the bar baby, round's on me

(Watch me)

(Watch me) You see me around some cheese

(Watch me) Hangin with hustlers around them G's

(Watch me) Blowin 'dro runnin through pounds of weed

(Watch me) At the bar bitch, round's on me

(Watch me)

[Jay-Z]

Uh-huh-uh uh-uhh uh-uhh.. uh

Uh-huh-uh uh-uhh uh-uhh..

Uh-huh-uh, Jigga Jigga shit huh?

Uh-huh, uh-huh-uh, Brooklyn-Brooklyn shit huh?

(Compton) Uh-huh-uh, Gotti Gotti shit huh?

(C'mon) Uh-huh, uh-huh-uh, Lil' Rob shit huh?

(C'mon) Uh-huh-uh-UHH, Roc-a-Fella shit y'all

(C'mon) Uh-huh, uh-huh, murder murder shit y'all

(Watch me!)

Big Pimpin' lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Uhh, uh uh uh

It's big pimpin baby..

It's big pimpin, spendin G's

Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..

Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah

Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..

You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em

Cause I don't fuckin need em

Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good

But I don't fuckin feed em

First time they fuss I'm breezin

Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"

I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch

Better trust than believe em

In the cut where I keep em

til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts

Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up

Let em play with the dick in the truck

Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs

Divorce him and split his bucks

Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread

so you can be livin it up? Shit I..

parts with nothin, y'all be frontin

Me give my heart to a woman?

Not for nothin, never happen

I'll be forever mackin

Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion

I got no patience

And I hate waitin..

Hoe get yo' ass in

And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now

RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now

RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

[Chorus One: Jay-Z]

We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin G's

Check em out now

Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin G's

We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

[Bun B]

Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario

Comin straight up out the black bar-rio

Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe

Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh

Oops, my bad, that's my scenario

No I can't fuck a scary hoe

Now every time, every place, everywhere we go

Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"

Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit

We don't pull it out over little shit

And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit

Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab

Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me

and you see us comin down on yo' slab

Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it

But nigga if you hatin I

then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it

You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on

Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track 

Timbaland let me spit my pro's on

Pump it up in the pro-zone

That's the track that we breakin these hoes on

Ain't the track that we flow's on

But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone

We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man

Fo' real it don't get no bigger man

Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip

Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool

[Chorus Two: Bun B]

We be.. big pimpin, spendin G's

We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin G's

And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga

[Pimp C]

Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup

All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall

If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all

If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes

Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me

Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys

Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise

[Chorus Two]

There's Been A Murder lyrics - Jay Z

[BLAM BLAM]

[woman screaming in pain.. cops yelling "Go! Go! Go! Go!"]

[police sirens]

[Hook:]

Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh

I ahh, think there's been a..

I.. I think there's been a..

Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh

I ahh, think there's been a..

I.. I think there's been a..

[Jay-Z]

I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk

Kidnap and robberies like (c'mon nigga) "You're going with us"

I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discuss

not only money but all the emotions going through us

Why we don't cry when niggas die, that's how the street raised him

Look in the air, say a prayer (hail Mary) hoping God forgave him

Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement

We live dangerous, often finding ourself in the eyes of strangers

(Who the fuck is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is rich

as seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain't seen shit

Back to live action, I'm packing, I'm still in the mix

like new hits, I think I'm going over your head a little bit

But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town

Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now

Jay-motherfucking-Z; and with that said

back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uh

[Hook]

[Jay-Z]

My infatuation with autos led to autos getting sprayed

Houses getting broken in, quarters getting tried

Bricks getting chopped, mom's pots getting used

One thrown in that water, try the soda in there too

Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seat, roof gone

Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon

I gotta do Shawn, 'cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm

I was getting my loot on, nigga I'm too strong

Eat till the food's gone, they placed me on this earth

The twin brother of Rick Porter, separated at birth

I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler

Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us

Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us

Ain't enough bucks for us to split in this shit

Plus ain't nobody loving us; and with that said

back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uh

[Hook]

[Jay-Z]

See my life is like a see-saw

And until I move this weight it's gonna keep me to the floor

Travel with me through my deep thoughts

You all can't learn Jigga by the shit you all be reading in The Source;

It's deeper of course

Follow the life of this reckless minor

At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver

Playing, cops and robbers, like shots can't stop us

Flipping a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers)

Buck-thirty on the turns

Reckless abandon, when I'm standing on this pedal

Hand on my metal, minus all this time they trying to give me

Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or

somebody to tell me that they felt me

I tried to play the hand you dealt me

but you gave me five funnies and shit

I was hungry I need menage money

Nothing less than a 520; and with that said

back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is *BLAM*

(Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh)

Come And Get Me lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in

Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in

Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin

but when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fuck

Ignorant bastard, I'm takin it back to day one

No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun

For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun

well here's the shock of your life, the glock not the mic

Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street

You still fuckin up then trust me I still creep

Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet

but reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep

S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs

Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother

I'm a crook like you, I took like you

I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you

How dare you look at Jigga like I'm shook like boo

I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me..

COME AND GET ME!

[gong sounds] Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come..

[bell rings] COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka-COME AND GET ME! ..

[bell rings] COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka..

[bell rings] .. Ka-ka-ka-ka-come

[bell rings] .. come and get me COME AND GET ME

[Jay-Z]

Don't know what y'all niggaz is

tryin to do but I don't like it

Yeah, straight gangster shit

Heyyyy, uh-huh-uh-uhh gangster shit

Uhh, straight gangster nigga

Roc..

Yo, your summer's bout to get hot

Niggaz home from jail and they plottin

Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top

The Continental T, got em resentin me

God I work hard, please don't envy me

I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard

I can recall a year ago I almost lost this job

All y'all remember is the part about me parkin the hog

What about all them days I was walkin my dogs?

Barkin at broads, but they never hollered back

And if they did all they said was, "Where dem dollaz at?"

Imagine, bein skinny growin up around broader cats

The quiet assassin demeanor of them college cats

until I got a gat and loudly start poppin back

Round the way, niggaz called me Bobby Bouchete

Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to Jay

How y'all gon' stick me up, take my jewels away

Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise away

Well I got news for y'all fools today, hey..

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

I got, shots to give come and get me nigga

Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga

I won't, part with this come and get me nigga

I worked, hard for this come and get me nigga

I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME..

COME AND GET ME..

[Jay-Z]

I made it so, you could say Marcy and it was all good

I ain't crossover I brought the suburbs to the hood

Made em relate to your struggle, told em bout your hustle

Went on MTV with do-rags, I made them love you

You know normally them people wouldn't be fuckin witchu

Til I made em understand why you do what you do

I expected to hear, "Jay, if it wasn't for you.."

But instead, all I hear is buzzin in your crew

How y'all scheamin, tryin to get accustomed to my moves

So y'all could tape my mouth, stake out my house

But I got pride I'm a nigga first

I gotta cock back and pull the trigger first

That's how Jigga work

The funny thing; I represent y'all everytime I spit a verse

and that's the shit that hurts

But hey, I got my mind right, got my nine right here

So when y'all feel that the time is right..

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Aiy yo yo, aiy yo yo

It's only fair that I warn ya, rap's my new hustle

I'm treatin it like the corner, fuck with me if you wanna

My game change but my mindframe remains the same

I gotta protect what's mine

Shit I started from nothin; zero, zip

I made my way hustlin, I don't owe niggaz shit

I'm paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped

Cats I played skelly with? Niggaz done flipped

I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip

Two in the stash, one come up when I shift

I keep one under the chair where I sit

I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bitch

Ask Big; everytime he'd come to my crib

he'd find another gun that I hid

I'm ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is

Everyday like a hundred-and-six.. shit..

[Chorus 2X]

[Jay-Z]

Motherfuckers!

NYMP lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Geyeah, NYMP the realest, uhh

This is educated thug MU-SIC, niggaz

Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive

Blocks'll have you, tryin to maintain your course

through the potholes and gravel

Hot holes and what-have-you, tryin to clock dough

Foes tryin to pop shots through you by code

Pigs tryin to grab you and lock up your soul

Through the Hot Apple, nighttime shots crackle

(bucka bucka bucka) Fiends tryin to gaffle you

Not only cokeheads but the Feds in the Mercuray Topaz

after you, up the avenue

Tryin to give you big numbers, you got math to do

Tryin to make you miss summer, shit, that ain't cool

I caught smaller cases tryin to get cap or two

Up against the wall, tryin to pass through

Ghost-like, hear the cries from the tortured souls

Most nights, I hold my toast tight, and it goes like

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz

N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz

Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest

Marcy.. Brooklyn..

[Jay-Z]

Yo; I come through, gettin money, sittin on twenties

Niggaz throwin me shade, but ain't shit sunny

Hot shells only thing niggaz could get from me

Cocktails thrown in your living room, KA-BOOM

I'm so confrontational;

they shoulda never let me go on probation yo

I'm a hustler; except that..

no correctional facilities can correct that

I took a step back, I viewed myself, seen where my head was at

It's where that dough is homey, gotta get that

Gotta get away, some try but head back

Uhh, street smart niggaz got left back

Some died, they left stacks

Me, I ball right, and on top of that I'm dog nice

Jigga been cold as fuck before ice

Not before Christ, but a long fuckin time

Get your mind right niggaz

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

N.Y.M.P., the realest

Uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz

Uhh uh-huh, uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz

Marcy.. feel me..

[Jay-Z]

I looked Death in the face years back

I held tears back, I gathered myself and stared back

I'm from where you don't crack, the weak don't live

You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't give

I take and rape villages, who gon' stop him?

Not Rudy Guiliani, not Hillary Rodham

Still I still pop him

Shit I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it's all political now

I think big when I spit at you now

Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'cha

Between life and death, they killed my spirit

So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball

I ? myself, teacher said I was a lost cause

cause I used to roam them halls

Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped college

Who woulda thought I'd make it "Big" like Ms. Wallace?

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Uhh, yeah, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz

Brooklyn, what? N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz

Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz

Marcy.. Brooklyn, N.Y.M.P. the realest, feel me

[Jay-Z]

Educated, thug mu-sic niggaz

This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is project

Real shit, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz

Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin grounds

Fuck with me

Hova Song (Outro) lyrics - Jay Z

Who ever thought young Shawn Carter would change the game?

Used to rap to the raindrops off my window pane

Duckin the plain cops, pushin indo and 'caine

At the kitchen table late night, no pen, just my brain

First album niggaz love me cause they thought I was poor

Guess I'm successful; industry don't love me no more

Well I'm the same nigga from your corner, bubblin raw

Skully tilted, pants saggin, damn near touchin the floor

And I come with do-rags to your so-called awards

T-shirt with my chain out like fuck y'all all

Retrospect ain't been the same since I lost my dad

He's still alive, but still fuck you, don't cross my path

A&R's had me feelin like moss in the drab

So I turned the league out with "Reasonable Doubt"

Get your CD's out, let's go, song for song

I'm the illest nigga doin it til y'all prove me wrong

Do you believe?

It's Hova the God, uhh, uhh, uhh..

Girl's Best Friend lyrics - Jay Z

Jigga man, Swizz Beats

History in the making, part three

Lights out ladies!

[Chorus: 2x]

C'mon here baby, you drive me crazy (to all my baby thugs)

Don't want nobody but you my baby (and all my ladies sing)

Hold me tight and call me your lady (say it louder)

Let me scream your name

[Jay-Z]

I took ya outta Jacob's in clusters

Busters they wanted to rush us

Love the way you sparkle when the sun touch ya

When you blush you turn blue if your grade is right

You can light up the whole room, turning day from night

When the summertime is in and the tops are down

With you around my neck we lock the whole block down (that's right)

It took shortsleeves and loungin' to understand

The reason they call you ice, everybody freeze

Ain't a pendant in the sun who can shine like you

And that platinum in the charm who can blind like you

The direct reason why niggas do they crimes they do

I used to snatch the necklace right off them reckless fools

Guess I was jealous that they was so next to you

So I devoted half my time to invest in you

The other half was spent on protecting you

Cause you belong to me, now sing ya song for me

C'mon

[Chorus 2x]

[Jay-Z]

I'm often with you so they wonder bout the juice I got

I took you from the projects and an abusive pops

From the bottom to the top

The skateboard to the drop

From the nada to the Prada

I got ya like I got ya

From the first time I put you round my neck and locked ya

It was then I knew everywhere I went you'd follow

Soon I spent every dolla you became my habit

other brothers vice was smoke, mines was carats

The more checks I got the more I laced my crew

The rocks got bigger, watch face got blue

Tricked a little bit, shit I lace my Boo

Fuck it, my mistress I laced her too

Cop my jewels twice, like deja vu

If they ever met in the mall, it's ova ya'll

Just the way I do, and either way you win

I mean the thugs love ya when your girl's best friend

[Chorus 2x]

[Jay-Z]

And the wedding band you love

In the gold chain you thug

Sometimes you given just because

And the tennis bracelet means they want relations

Know that they wanna fuck the only reason they give you up

In the hands of goldiggas you never enough

Rings, things, just never enough

With me and you together gon shine to the end

I mean the thugs love ya but ya girls best friend

[Chorus til end]

Jigga My Nigga lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Amil)

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beats

It's almost over y'all

Jigga, how real is that?

Uhh, uhh, uhh, lights out niggaz!

[Chorus: Jay-Z (and Amil)]

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?

(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh

Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO? 

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?

(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh

Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right

[Jay-Z]

Yeah.. yeah..

From the crap tables down in A.C.

back on the block Jay-Z motherfucker from the, the, the Roc

Went solo on that ass but it's still the same

Brooklyn be the place where I serve them thangs

B. my niggaz was strugglin, to the 'burbs they came

And then we got to hustlin, murderin thangs

I dipped in my stash, splurged on a chain

Now I'm Titanic, Iceberg's the name

Leave players on injured reserve, hurt the game

The best way to describe me in a word, insane

I dick down chicks all emerged in my fame

Jigga been dope since Slick Rick's first chain

The God, send you back to the earth from which you came

I'm baking soda, waterfire, merged with 'cane

Ladies don't know me said, "I heard he's vain"

Well guess what mami? I heard the same

You heard the name

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Yeah, uhh, I got a

license to kill so I stare at the gat

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, niggaz scared of that

Got a new motto this year, "Don't Fuck With My Ones"

Knock on your door, three in the mornin, 

"It's just us and the guns!"

See I scrambled with priests, hustle with nuns

I got the, mind capacity of a young Butch Cassidy

Niggaz get fly, let em defy gravity

Fo'-five rapidly lift your chest cavity

Streets won't let me chill

Always been a clumsy nigga, don't let me spill

Muh'fuckers wanna wet me still, I remain y'all

more than one, like five divided by four

Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all

Reciprocated and multiplied by more

You likely to see Jigga in a widebody or

drop-top Bentley Azure, holla at me y'all

Uh

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

I don't give a fuck 

if I sold one or one million, but I think you should

Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood

All black in the club, the outcome ain't good

Them niggaz act like wolves, how come? They could

Cause we don't drop hits, we drop bombs that smash

Til the wrists is lit up, the arm looks like glass

The necklace chipped up, the charm it flash

Could fuck up your eyes like the bombest hash

See the reason why chicks let me palm they ass

All I gotta do is let em call me Shawn de'Glass

Let me sit up in they whip til I launch it back

Snap they neck, then shoot em til they arch them back

The calmest cat, trust me when I palm this gat

Kill your mind, body and soul, push your conscience back

Monster's back, and Flex drop a bomb to that

And e'rybody sing-a-long to the track, c'mon

Uh-huh uhh uhh

[Chorus: Jay-Z (and Amil)]

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?

(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh

Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO? 

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?

(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh

Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO?

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?

(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh

Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO? 

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?

(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?

(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh

Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right..

(Jigga) ...

Do You Believe (Hova Interlude) lyrics - Jay Z

Well, I'm the ghetto's answer to Trump

I'm cancer to the Hamptons

20 million a wop, brand sac and mansions

Increase the noise pollution, as soon as I land in

Don't even trust uppity white folks

Keep the cannon tuck

Niggas trying to lean on Jay, shots gonna stand you up

Glocks gonna pop, ya not understandin much

I hustle for the thuggest

Well, now I hustle for the rust, like fuck it baby 

I just love it

Chicks now say they like the way I thug it

Since my album dropped,my stock grows like I went public

Ladies I love ya

But I love my freedom more

I love my niggas, love to see them ball

I love Bean's and Bleek

Them niggas like my Peter and Paul

My disciples, and that's right we coming for the title.....

Do you believe, it's Hova the God