Pop 4 Roc lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Amil, Beanie Siegal, Memphis Bleek)

[Amil (Jay-Z)]

(Alright yeah)

Would ya love me? (Uh-huh, alright)

Would ya hate me? (Watch this yo)

I know ya love me (Alright)

I know ya hate me (Uh Clue)

Would ya love me? (Brand new Duro)

Would ya hate me?

I know ya love me (Feel this yo, uh)

[Amil]

Uh, uh, uh

See me comin through hair done just a slinging my shit

With something Gucci on clinging to my hips

Frontin with the Star Tech ringing in the whip

Icy ears, neck, fingers for years

Got the show wild with the toes out

Shit I don't fuck with no stingy nigga

I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi nigga

What I'mma do with your little blunts and Henney nigga?

I'mma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley nigga

Uh my niggas will ride for me

You should see all the things they buy for me

Uh, it's obvious how I spend my time

Around ballers all day don't have to spend a dime

Callin' up room service when it's dinner time

Get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga, uh, uh, uh

[Amil (Beanie Siegal)]

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc)

I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked)

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc)

I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked)

[Beanie Siegal]

Ay yo, we gon' stop this here

Get this clear the general of the Roc in here

Beanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this year

Keep the ego we been bound to the top ya hear

Forget about it you don't know me yo stop the stares

I've been about it pop you then pop ya peers

You know how I do six coup, top be clear

You know how I play low layer Roc-A-Wear

Catch Siegal in the kitchen balloon in the pie

Y'all from whom to buy

Y'all niggas know if y'all cross Mac

Y'all soon to die

Cuz you know I bring heat like June and July

Spit like August

I'm the truth I'm not lying

I'm the reason why Jay feel comfortable retiring

I gotta laugh cuz y'all work hard at this shit

Think about yo I just started this shit

Just imagine if I put my heart in this shit

Scary sight y'all niggas feel me right

God damn yo I barely write

But every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nikes

[Amil (Beanie Siegal)]

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc)

I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked)

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc)

I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked)

[Memphis Bleek]

Yo, yo, well I'm gold now

Memph Man Coming Of Age and I'm grown now

Sittin on chrome now

I'm the youngest gun, I get it on with anyone

I've been in thirty beefs shit I'm barely 21

Guns I hold em like offensive linemen

Bring em back to the streets like a brick on consignment

Interlining of the Mark Buchanan

Spark two hammers

Memph Man gold marks the understanding

[Jay-Z]

We don't engage in war we elope

Orange juice style beat niggas to a pulp

We broke nigga you just told 3 jokes

Me, Biggs, and Dame we get some things

See the six dames me and Biggs live in the Range

Mine's platinum his Champagne

Niggas whisper cuz if they talk they gets slain

Y'all's was looking for me on the charts the bricks came

Left the same night in the morning the chicks came

I just use rap to put shit in my name

The death's just a matter of time the hit's been arranged

Contracts signed the shits in your name

Just to lame rap niggas I'm the king

Motherfuck the ring mami kiss the chain

I don't got game to waste on y'all

I'm don't think with my dick or chase my balls

I'm a hustla hit me with an eighth of raw

And when I get on top I'mma blaze all y'all

Keep em laced some more I know you want some things

I drink a lot of water mami come clean

Chicks I pump her then dump her

Cars we got em bumper to bumper

Rap niggas y'all days are numbered

Nobody drop nothin' next summer, yeah

[Amil (Beanie Siegal)]

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc)

I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked)

Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop)

Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top)

I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc)

I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked)

[Jay-Z]

Yeah R-O-C for the 2 triple O

Ya heard me

You are about to witness a dynasty like no other

Beanie Siegal, The General

Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the ROC

Memph Bleek, Young god

Ha, ha

Jigga Man, get ya mind right niggas

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