Get Your Mind Right Mami lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Memphis Bleek, Snoop Dogg)

[Jay-Z]

Sup ma? You want to roll with us, y'knowhatI'msayin?

It's good, it's love, it's all love

We got cases of Belvedere, we gon' play truth or dare

We gon' really get to know one another

All you gotta do is put your hair down, get your mind right

Knahmean? I'm here for you, yo

Relax yourself, let your conscience be free

You now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C

Ain't no place on the planet that you'd rather be

but in the blue flame, bitch you're new to the game

Cross over to the Roc, make yourself hot

The topic of discussion in every nail shop

It's a secret society, all we ask is trust

and within a week, watch your arm freeze up

Brassiere get right, A to a D cup

Weave get tight, pedicure your feet up

Ears get iced, gear get spiced

From hoodrat to superstar, there's your life

Fuck with Hova, he can take you out of your hell

Say bye to Reebok, say hi to Chanel

Say hi to Gucci, Prada as well

Take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself

[Chorus w/ singer]

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

You gotta play your part when you're rollin with the R-O-C

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family

[Memphis Bleek]

Yo, I'm young Memphis, used to play the apprentice

Now I'm like the teacher, c'mere, let me teach ya

how to play them benches, hold this work in your dentures

How to play it cool when police come to pinch us

Relax mami, let the Belvy flow

Inhale the 'dro, exhale it slow

I could teach you how to roll, teach you bout fly kicks

Teach you how to keep your nose up out of my shit

When the beeper goes off, please don't reach

like you put a ring or spend cheese on Bleek

Get your mind right baby, goin through mine crazy

When I'm in the shower, *69 me crazy

Track my last call, contact my broad

with a bitch ?? had physical contact in the mall

You got issues {inhales} problems you need to iron out

I will, holla, for now you on time out

[Chorus w/ singer and Snoop]

You gotta play your part when you're rollin with the R-O-C

[S] C'mon little mama, c'mon

You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

[S] C'mon little mama, c'mon

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

[S] C'mon baby girl, c'mon

And I need gangsta girls, for my gangsta family

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

[S] C'mon little mama, c'mon

[Snoop Dogg]

P-I-M-P-ology

I played you and you paid me

Believe me when I tell you girl I know you a freak

for fuckin with me, that ain't all you can be

Just put your mind to it you can go real far

I know times gettin hard on the boulevard

They say, pimpin is dead; man, pimpin ain't dead

These hoes just scared and they blind tryin and dyin to be lead

But who's to lead 'em? Talk shit to 'em and beat 'em

Get they mind right and feed 'em

Now I don't need 'em (uh uh) but I can do that there

Put on a three-piece suit and Shirley Temple my hair

so I can, feel like a player when I walk in the place

Got yo' bitch all on my line and now she up in my face

Is this yo' bitch is that yo' bitch cause if she's not she mine

She fallin fo' a nigga and I ain't even dropped a line

[Chorus w/ Snoop]

Get out my limelight bitch and get your mind right

C'mon little mama, c'mon

Get your mind right bitch, get your mind right

C'mon baby girl, c'mon, c'mon

You gotta play your part when you're rollin with the R-O-C

[J] Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

You gotta know what it takes to be down with a nigga like me

[J] Get your mind right ma, get your mind right

I need a gangsta girl, who can ride in my passenger seat

[J] Got ta get your mind right baby, get your mind right

And I need gangsta girls for my gangsta family

[Jay-Z]

Get your mind right mami, get your mind right

Get your mind right ma, get your mind right huh?

Got ta get your mind right baby, get your mind right

Stick 2 The Script lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, DJ Clue)

[Clue] Yeah.. DJ Clue! A/K/A/, William, M. Holla..

with William H. Holla

[Jay-Z] The world's most infamous

[Clue] The Holla family nigga

[Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella Records, c'mon

[Clue] Dynasty! New Jay-Z! Beanie Sigel!

Stick to the script!

[Jay-Z] We live money over bitches nigga stick to the script

[Clue] Remember where you heard it first.. stupid!

[Jay-Z] Cop, flip, we re-up; get back to the shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

[Clue] D.. J.. CLUE!

[Jay-Z]

YO, they call me William H. (H!) the all-time great (GREAT!)

I fuck the most hoes out of New York State (STATE!)

I rock my jewels (JEWELS) I'm not a fool (FOOL!)

In the small of my back I got this big-ass tool (Ha hah!)

When I'm skatin through the city and I stop and kick it

Be the most asked question - how I got them digits?

I say I stay on my grind, never stop for bitches

Never talk like a mom, I gotta watch you snitches

And I stick to the script, that's my advice so life

Eat nigga, let it stick to your ribs

I seen niggaz go from handlin birds to ramblin words

to the man, seen a Sammy the Bull emerge on the stand

And it was all good just a week ago

We lost Todd E., but we still eatin though

For like a hundred weeks nigga, we gon' run the streets

til we reach Malik or the date of E's release

Peep Hova in a Jeep Rover, passin reefer over

to this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami

Three, hymies under the belt, three extra clip

We aim, we shoot; y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script

C'mon!

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

[scratch] "You can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckers"

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

[scratch] "You in the streets nigga, make your moves"

[scratch] "Y'all niggaz truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing"

[Beanie Sigel]

Geah, uh-huh

Yeah, money over bitches nigga

[scratch] "This Philly cat ba.. back at it"

Stick to the script, yo

Aiyyo they don't call me Mac for nuttin

I don't give a whore jack, man they all say that Mac be frontin

But if you can't take a case bitch and take it to the chin

take the heat, beat your feet bitch, skate in the wind

Don't snitch, we can blow dough, make it again

You can be my hoe bitch, I can't make you my friend

because - friends depend on friends, not Bean Sigel's shit

I don't need you; let welfare feed you

Mac'll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip

I got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks

I got a sick flip game, order gettin and shit

I got a strict strip, flip 'caine, get it in shifts

Bitch, you can't get at me, shit I get at you

only in the physical, I tell you like Mystikal

"Shake that ass (yeah) watch yourself

(Yeah) show me what you workin with but wash yourself"

Fuck a dirty bitch (yeah) man I roll with a sturdy click

that'll murder shit, empty clips you never heard a spit

Slide a bitch what? Slide a bitch shit

Slide a bitch dick, then I slide out a bitch shit

Ain't no time to stick around and play step pops

Shit I'm tryin to get down, cop and upset blocks

Low price, quick flip, 2-8-K quick

Shit don't go right, 2 AK's spit - stick to the script nigga

[Chorus]

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

..

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift

Money over bitches nigga stick to the script

Y'all get knocked, y'all turn bitch

We get knocked, we never snitch, c'mon

You, Me, Him And Her lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Amil, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)

[Jay-Z]

Told y'all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?

Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh

Memph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya heard?

It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe?

Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar

Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater

Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella

Remember me? The teachers used to fail us

Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers

Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas

Oh please feel us - we heat holders

Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us

The plot thickens, the block clickin

We got the game tied up, stop trippin

Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all

Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh

Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan

The fire I spit burn down Happyland

Social Club, we unapproachable thugs

Non-social, gone postal

Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast

like a Don's supposed to, Shawn

I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals

Don't make me take it to the old school

I put holes through your hoes too

through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you

Fuck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all

Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek..

[Memphis Bleek]

Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit

Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted

It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them

Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?

You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up

I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga

No obituary, I get it critical

You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you

When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket

When it's hot, I'm blastin, it's the Roc, you bastards

Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah

Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon

Spit acid, c'mon

Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in

Niggaz wanna front and get jumped

Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump

Nigga, we are, the supreme squad

You can dream hard but reality is

we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads

puff the green raw, we as real as it get

We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas

Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us

Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh?

Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap

[Beanie Sigel]

R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop

From tower to mind pop, I move out stop

Shower your mind block, move out with glocks

Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks

Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up

Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up

Competition, linin 'em up

Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime 'em up

You want, drama what? Well silence it up

Since a young buck, violent as fuck

Wettin me dog, the high will do it; I used to wild off embalmin fluid

I send niggaz to the trauma unit

Forty-five or the nine'll do it

I fuck around and have your moms go through it - I'm a beast!

Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit

when they motherfuckin peeps hit

But I don't cease nuttin, I decease som'un

I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un

Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y'all

Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right

[Amil]

Yo, A to the M-I, feminist

Holdin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi

Am I, gon' run or stay, can I

get away no you can't can't I surrendi?

And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot

In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di

[Jay-Z]

Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all

Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh

Guilty Until Proven Innocent lyrics - Jay Z (feat. R. Kelly)

[Jay-Z]

I thought this was America people!

Uhh, yeah, guilty until proven innocent huh?

That's how we workin huh? Okay

Before me there was many; after me there will be none

I am the one

Uh-huh, okay, I see how we playin

Yeah, I get it down - anxiously the public can't wait

Niggaz had to have it way before it's release date

Jigga get irate, press get it fucked up

Took me one point eight but I had to get it straight

Get the CD, twelve inch vinyl, get the tape

Jigga give out food for thought dog, get a plate

I get it down, get it krunk when I get in the state of mind

that what's mine is mine, nobody get to take

I don't bend, break, fold, scratch, go down

My mental rolodex see these words? I just don't know

I know stress, drama, niggaz upsettin my mama

Arrested, put in the lineup, tryin to put dents in my armor

But I'm a survivor, plus I'm liver than most

Out on bail, fifty thou', still ridin with toast

I ain't tryin to collide with folk, 

but I don't want folk takin Jigga for joke

I guess you niggaz just woke - good morning!

[Chorus - R. Kelly]

You can't touch me, no you can't touch me

Jigga, Kelly, not guilty

Try to charge me but I'm not guilty

I got, all, my mamis

I've got all of my mamis

Tell me, what you, want from me

Tell me.. what y'all want from me?

I'm not guilty

[Jay-Z]

I see how you comin at me now, I'm cool

I'm not the snitch I don't go to the cops to get rich

.. I go to the block and pitch

I go with the glock and click, I go with the pop I'm sick

I go with you hard; I ain't gon' stop for shit

Look in my eyes dog, right in my pupils

If I'm your rival, why would I have to do you?

Press try to throw dirt on my name, disturbin my game

Seemed happy when they heard he was arraigned, glad he's indichted

Got big money, big lawyers to fight it

Just like Cochran, cocksuckers you never see me boxed in

Y'all all knnow it, Jigga's a fighter

Plus I'm clausterphobic, back on the streets before you know it

And my word niggaz, I heard you niggaz

I'm address each and every one of you cocksuckers

Fuck the white press, the block love us, hip-hop forever

B.I.G. is here, the soul of Tupac hovers - above us

[Chorus - R. Kelly]

You can't touch me, no you can't touch me

Jigga, Kelly, not guilty

Try to charge me but I'm not guilty

I got, all, my mamis

I've got all of my mamis

Tell me, what you, want from me

Tell me.. (I am the one)

What you want from me? Not guilty

[Jay-Z]

Uhh, okay, you on my radar, I got you too bitch

Got lame bitches tryin to fuck with my case

Same lame bitch I bust in her face

Honey just mad I got her fuckin replaced

Plus a birthday pass without me even touchin my safe

But I ain't gon' lie, the head was sick

But what we need to do, is put that mouth on a betta bitch

You heart the rhetorhic, Jigga hit me over the head

with a champagne bottle at the bar, can he buy me a car?

Naw, how do y'all equate your pain

Would it all go away if I bought you a Range?

I got one or two of those, nothin gon' change

For nothin else, you gotta live with yourself

Try and lie on Hov' cause I ride on the road

in what, most would describe as a Rolls

NO, that's that Continental T

The only car that fit intercontinental me, not guilty

[Chorus - R. Kelly]

You can't touch me, no you can't touch me

Jigga, Kelly, not guilty

And you wanna charge me, when I'm not guilty

I got, all, my mamis

(I am the one) I've got all of my mamis

Tell me, what you, want from me

Tell me.. what you want from me?

Not guilty

[Jay-Z]

I, am, the, one

[R]

Y'all, cats, can't touch me

[R. Kelly]

So you can't touch me nigga, you can't touch me

Jigga, Kelly, not guilty

Said Jigga, Kelly, not guilty

I got, all, my mamis

And I got, all my, mamis

Tell me, what you, want from me

I don't, know why, y'all can't see that

Y'all, cats, can't touch me

Y'all, dudes, can't touch me

Jigga, Kelly, not guilty

Jigga, Kelly, not guilty

I got, all, my mamis

I got, all my, mamis

Tell me, what you, want from me

So tell me, what you, want from me

Y'all, cats, can't touch me

Y'all, niggaz, can't touch me

Jigga, Kelly, not guilty

Jigga, Kelly, not guilty

I got, all, my mamis

And I got, all my, mamis

Tell me, what you, want from me

So tell me, what you, want from me

Y'all, cats, can't touch me

Jigga, Kelly, not guilty

I got, all, my mamis

Tell me, what you, want from me

Y'all, cats, can't touch me

Parking Lot Pimpin' lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)

[Jay-Z]

Yeh, it's that knock right here

You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system

your shit be soundin like this [funny sounds]

Big thangs, thick chains, ain't shit changed

Get brain in the four-dot-six Range

Shit mayn, switch lanes

Every town I hit you switch lames, bitch flip big 'caine

I givin 'em whiplash when I'm whippin the whip fast

Which one? Pick one nigga, I got a six stashed

Continental T's, no tense like I got a thick stab

Big cigar, old money, when I drop it it's so funny

Six-four switches, slam doors on 6's

Big trucks when I wanna fuck and it's time to get ass

I turn automobiles to hotels on wheels

I got money for a room it's just the fact that I'm trill

Bitches love when I cruise up the boulevard

They have contests to guess which car I'ma pull out the yard

They know I, come for dolo and pull off with a broad

Spin away, spend a day tryin to pull menage

Just Mac ?? God, the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless

Run lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless

Bitches, they wanna hang like plaques in the office

Cause I push black Porsches, Benz's and Jaguars-es

When the rag's off it, gat on my lap, I'm that cautious

Never trust grimy-ass New Yorkers

'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous

Standin in the Azure with white air forces

[Chorus: sung]

You can catch me in the parkin lot

Hollerin at bitches, parkin lot pimpin'

Everyday we be off the chains

Workin with grain, sittin on them thangs

Tryin to find out where dem dollars at (dollars at)

So when I holla at you, holla back (holla back)

Everyday we be off the chains

Ain't nuttin different, parkin lot pimpin'

[Beanie Sigel]

Holla at me mami! Sigel..

You can catch Mac in the parkin lot, pimpin crazy

S-5, Navy 'Cedes, sittin on 80

That's four dubs, not S-4 dub

Stash box, push (Hot Wheel) like (Matchbox)

Bitches wanna push my world, they flash box

160, push my wheel, mash cops

Cause 160 took my wheel to cash drop

Run 60, you Big Will, match cop

Lookin through the rearview and Mac was wylin

New driver, screwdriver, the cracked steering column

Pushin somethin stolen, blastin, picture me rollin

Baghdad, couldn't picture me ??

Now the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin

I'm the truth til my fuckin roof missin

Mac stay stuck in the Coupe to school pigeons

Feathers gettin plucked in the truck from loose chickens, listen

[Chorus]

[Memphis Bleek]

Yo, aiyyo I dip dip dive, what can I say?

I can't fit 'em all inside the Escalade

So I called up, murder to further my parkin lot pimpin

Told 'em get the Impala so I can start dippin

Lay back, seat recline, they notice the hand

Car movin slow, driven by the invisible man

Everything on the dash, digital and

I got a fast stashbox don't make me spit at you man

In the parkin lot, where I spark a lot

I come to show my new feet, slide off with a few freaks

Bleek, turn up the beats..

.. turn up the heat then we burn up the streets, bitch!

[Chorus 2X]

Holla lyrics - Jay Z

Uh huh

Is y'all ready?

Is y'all ready??

[HOOK 2X:]

Holla!

If you real and you know you a G

Holla!

Deep in these streets when you pumpin that D

Holla!

Be in your hood screamin fuck police

Holla!

You keep a gun and you bust for beef

[Verse 1]

Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style

But dogg, I'm on the block with that coke and a smile

I still got the crack heads I.D.

And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth

I still take cabs to that capsule spot

For them 31 illusions and them purple tops

And the game aint change, niggas is taught different

I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin

That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat

Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat

And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana

You can't deny it, I'm in hoods like Tom Warner

Beat cop, take away, I keep my shit

They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get

And you snitch ass niggas wanna peep my shit

But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get

[HOOK]

[Verse 2]

See what this game made, and (of age I came)

And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game

(I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again)

I don't need no applaud, to clap again

Let alone, no award, from rap to win

Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in

Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine lime-a

Cut your hand off if you fuckin with my product

That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift

We all know fucked up money don't pay rent

You short with my ones, you short one thumb

You can't, come up short where the fuck I'm from

We got, dues to pay, new tools to spray

Who's to say, Bleek won't make news today

You know the ooze'll spray if you refuse to pay

And I move the yae nigga day by day

[HOOK]