Song Cry lyrics - Jay Z

The most incredible baby

Uhh - mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

Yeah, yeah.. uhh

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

[Jay-Z]

Good dudes - I know you love me like cooked food

Even though a nigga got move like a crook move

We was together on the block since free lunch

We shoulda been together havin 4 Seasons brunch

We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather

So now we travel first class to change the forecast

Never in bunches, just me and you

I loved your point of view cause you held no punches

Still I left you for months on end

It's been months since I checked back in

Well somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin a mall down

Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down

I can understand why you want a divorce now

Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it

Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with

But deep inside a nigga so sick

[Chorus]

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes

So I gotta let the song cry

I can't see it comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see it comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

[Jay-Z]

On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me and My Bitch"

Watchin Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin to be that shit

Empty gun in your hand sayin, "Let me see that clip"

Shoppin sprees, pull out your Visa quick

A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip

You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6

We was so happy poor but when we got rich

That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped

Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit

Made me speed that quick, let me see - that's it

It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick

I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me

Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me

Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy

And then they got fussy and they don't remember that

And I don't remember you..

[Chorus]

I can't see it comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see it comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

Yeah I seen 'em comin down your eyes

But I gotta make the song cry

I can't see it comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

[Jay-Z]

A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone

Word back home is that you had a special friend

So what was oh so special then?

You have given away without gettin at me

That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?

How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?

I know the way a nigga livin was whack

But you don't get a nigga back like that!

Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that

You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that

You don't throw away what we had, just like that

I was just fuckin them girls, I was gon' get right back

They say you can't turn a bad girl good

But once a good girl's goin bad, she's gone forever..

I'll mourn forever

Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever

[Chorus]

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes

So I gotta let the song cry

I know I seen 'em comin down your eyes

But I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

[Jay-Z]

It's fucked up girl..

All I Need lyrics - Jay Z

It's the Roc! Wooo!

My gear is right... (check)

My bucket is low... (check)

My Rocawear is fittin' incredible...

Fuck it...

I guess I got my swagger back

Mama that said I killed her man

Well I guess I got the dagger back

It's the Roc bastards we are BACK!

In the heezy

Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?)

Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)

Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!

All I need is the love of my crew

The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through

And all...I...need is a chick to hold a jimmy like

Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh...

Now understands we can't be stopped

From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops

Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty

A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?)

Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me

Better watch and observe me

And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar

I set fire to your empire

I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires

Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah...

Double G-A livewire nigga holla back

[CHORUS]

All I need...

Rocawear... (check)

Nike Airs... (check)

Mean bucket... (uh huh)

Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah)

Couple chicks by my side, let's ride

All I need...

That new coupe (got that)

A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those)

A sunny day some chicks that wanna play

And I'll be on my way

C'mon...now...

All I need in this world o' sin

Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha)

I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue

When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)

Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)

A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch

Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!)

But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script

Now all...I...need is a high-priced lawyer

Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you

And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew

Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue

In this time and age, cuz real muhfuckas'll do

When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you

But real niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew?

R to the O to the C comin' true

[CHORUS]

Listen...

The cream too long, my team too strong

Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone

Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll)

Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!)

The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith

Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beaman [giggle]

Any given Sunday gunplay's optional

However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it)

Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole

Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit

Plus the jab is sick, and it's that quick

Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six

Now run along wit'cha little ass hits

Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS

Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers

All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk

When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed

In the hospital lookin' at M*A*S*H for months

Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk

And the fleece got free and pee-pee on the steps...

We've got no respect

No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him?

Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them?

All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby

[CHORUS]

Listen...

(All I need)

Rocafella Records...

Freeway...

Oskino and Sparks...

Chris & Neef

(All I need)

Mickey and Mallory...

Broad Street Bully...

M-Extra Money, ha...

YOUNG!

(All I need)

H to the izzo...

CLUE!

Rell...

Uh huh...yeah, yeah...

(All I need)

Renegade lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Eminem)

[Jay-Z]

Motherfuckers -

say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling)

Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it?

See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined

That same dude you gave nothin, I made somethin doin

what I do through and through and

I give you the news - with a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view

The renegade; you been afraid

I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they

pop toasters, and they live with they moms

Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggaz crotched over

Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over

Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked

No he's not around - now how that sound to ya, jot it down

I bring it through the ghetto without ridin 'round

hidin down duckin strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways

Just read a magazine that fucked up my day

How you rate music that thugs with nothin relate to it?

I help them see they way through it - not you

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt

[Eminem]

Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen

I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute

Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it

But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it

Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics

Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics

usin his music to steer it sharin his views in his marriage

But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it

Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish

But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America

as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?

Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror

and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased

And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents

You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!

(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't

think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo

Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*}

And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the

[Chorus: Eminem + Jay-Z]

[Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say

what's on my mind at, any given time of day

Cause I'm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk

about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!

[Jay] Never been afraid to say

what's on my mind at, any given time of day

Cause I'm a {RENEGADE} Never been afraid to holler

about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}

[Jay-Z]

I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles

Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent

Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench

Whatchu hollerin? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in

By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin braver

Doo-rag wrappin my waves up, pockets full of hope

Do not step to me - I'm awkward, I box leftier often

My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home

Could not stress to me I wasn't grown; 'specially on nights

I brought somethin home to quiet the stomach rumblings

My demeanor - thirty years my senior

My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin green up

Raisin my fingers to critics; raisin my head to the sky

Big I did it - multi before I die (nigga)

No lie, just know I chose my own fate

I drove by the fork in the road and went straight

[Eminem]

See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare

Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here

To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me

as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist

But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste

We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is

Or is he the latter - a gateway to escape?

Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today

See it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie

while I'm wavin the pistol at sixty Christians against me

Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics

in holy water - no wonder they try to hold me under longer

I'm a motherfuckin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful

The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers HATE to like you

What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter

makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a muh'fuckin

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Blueprint (Momma Loves Me) lyrics - Jay Z

Yeah, yeah..

Uhh, right, right, right

Right, right, right, right

Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen

Momma loved me, pop left me

Mickey fed me, and he dressed me

Eric fought me, made me tougher

Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah

Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong

Streets gave me all I write in the song

Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers

Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up

East Trenton grew me, had me skippin school

Valencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin moves

Momma raised me, pop I miss you

God help me forgive him I got some issues

Mickey cleaned my ears, and he shampooed my hair

Eric was fly - shit, I used to steal his gear

I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong

Yeah it's goin past fast - let's move along

Kitchen table - that's where I honed my skills

Jaz made me believe the shit was real

Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee

Clark sought me out, Dame believed

Primo laced me, Ski did too

"Reasonable Doubt" - classic, shoulda went triple

Momma loved me, pop left me

Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me

banana puddin, what's in the hood then

Puffin on L's, drinkin pink champelle

Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot

Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s locked

Vigs fucked with a nigga, whassup ha?

(?) high hated the fact I put rap to the back

Money pourin in, clientele growin now

Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down

October 21st, Lavelle came to the world

Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl

Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay

loves you to death won't let no trouble come your way

Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland

He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember?

Tell your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra

And your son too - there's nothin I won't do

Unless you was me, how could you judge me?

I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me

Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me

Talked to me rudely; cause I'm young rich and I'm black

and live in a movie, not livin by rules

New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews

Bleek you're still with me - nigga what did I say?

The time is comin; you one hit away

Beans I ain't tryin to change you - just give you some game

to make the transition, from the street to the fame

My momma loves me..

Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise) lyrics - Jay Z

[talking]

So I had to memorize these rhymes until I got home

Ya understand? Once you memorize a sentence

It's like an exercise [echoes]

[heavy breathing]

[talking]

Ya niggas can't be serious right now

I'm the all time heavy weight champion of flowers

I'm leading the league in at least six statistical categories right now

Best flow, Most consistent, Realest stories

Most charisma, I set the most trends

And my interviews are hotter

Holla

I jog in the graveyard

Spar in the same ring

Now it's house by the building

Where Malcolm X was slain

I spring train in the winter

Round early December

Run suicide drills over and over

With the weight of the world on my shoulder

That's why they call me "Hova"

I'm far from being God

But I work goddamn hard

I wake up the birds who in the nerves is sleep

I'm catching my second wind the second the first one end

I am "focused man"

And I'm not afraid of death

And I'm going all out

I circle the vultures in a van and

I run the block (run)

Pull up in a drop (pull up)

Push up on my money (push up)

I'm in great shape dunny

I keep jacks jumping thirty six sets

Like a personal trainer I teach coke to stretch

I pump and rock sweats

All white trainers

The ghettoes, Billy Blanks

I show you niggas what pain is

Maintain your stamina

Hov will damage ya

Spot you two rhymes y'all niggas is amateurs

The fifth

A dead lift if

Niggas don't want to get shot then y'all niggas better squat

I drop your set for rep

No need to hit the showers

The spit from the fifth leave you wet

Lyrical exercise

[hard breathing]

Y'all niggas ain't tired right?

[Chorus 4X]

One, One

Two, Two

Three, Three

Four, Breathe Easy

Suckers

Get your weight up

Not your hate up

Jigga man is diesel

When I lift the eight up

Y'all ain't ready to workout with the boy

Your flow is brain on drugs

Mines is rap on steroids

I lift every voice when I sing

My ability

Make yours look like an exercise in futility

Bring your squad

Biceps, Triceps, and Quads

We don't struggle with undeveloped muscles

Y'all ain't real

That's y'all Achilles Heel

Same routine when you see me you know the drill

I spot ya

I lift the weight of the watch off your arm

Remain nice and calm

Put down your things

Trinidad of the game know my way around your ring

No matter how many pounds you bring

It sounds like the same old thing

R-O-C is the strongest team

[Chorus 4X]

Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix) lyrics - Jay Z

"I'm not a one girl's guy... (real talk for ya, peep game)

aint they know it, when it comes to love, I don't lie (we don't lie man)

and the girls respect me for it (you gotta respect that)

aint gonna say my nose? can't be over (I may never say never)

right now it's just too many fine ladies out there to choose one from"

(too many ladies, ha)

[HOOK:] I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore

Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya

Holla at ya when I come off tour

[Verse 1]

Whoo! Who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin, heh

who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin

got this smarty art chick to whom I pose this question

I read a couple books to add to her soul's progression

to put this in laymen's term, I gave her some knowledge

she gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college

knowin she does this homework, I give her in house tutoring

in and out I'm movin through her student body union and

she, call me professor, say daddy come and test her

so she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester

I'm like, at this rate ma you never graduate

she said, I aint no fool I make it up in summer school

[HOOK:]

I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore

Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya

Holla at ya when I come off tour

Now let the people sing

I'm tryin girls out, (just tryin girls out) just tryin girls out

Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya

Holla at ya when I come off tour

[Verse 2]

Heh, who you lovin, who you wanna be fuckin

who said what, why you trippin girl, why's you fussin?

got this model slash actress slash part time waitress

spend a whole day she hangin round with part time haters

all they do is diss dirt and put a up on my latest

itinerary, but since I tend to vary see

I tend to carry, more rumors than ten Mariah Careys

tend to hurries in ten places at once

plus she can't front just peep how I run mines

ma, our time together is our time together, and uh

our time apart is our time apart

so love Jay with your mind girl and not your heart

and some day I slow down, but for now I get around

like the late Makiavelli or Perelli twenty inches

or caine and O-dog, stick up tape from menace

you tell 'em chicks if they must know my buisness

[HOOK:]

I'm tryin girls out, just tryin girls out

put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya

holla at ya when I get off tour

I'm tryin girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore

yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya

holla at ya when I come off tour

[Verse 3]

I'm lookin for, southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle

big ghetto booty, scarf over doobie

Chanell under the louie, Gucci over booty

Vicki covered titties, attitude of the city

pretty, witty, girly, whirly

one who likes to party but come home early

light kinda dark, short sorta tall

slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all

she can cook the coke and got hook up on the license

but she can get you first class seats for coach prices

isn't this great, my flight leaves at eight

her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds

[HOOK:]

I'm tryin girls out, just tryin girls out

put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya

holla at ya when I get off tour

I'm tryin girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore

yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya

holla at ya when I come off tour

"I'm not a one girl's guy, and they know it

when it comes to love, I don't lie, and the girls respect me for it

aint gonna say my nose? can't be over,

but right now it's just too many fine ladies out there to choose one from

I'm tryin girls out, waiting patiently,

just tryin girls out, until I find the one for me"

"The Dynasty Roc La Familia" (2000)

• Intro lyrics - Jay Z
• Change The Game lyrics - jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)
• I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me) lyrics - Jay Z
• Streets Is Talking lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel)
• This Can't Be Life lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, Scarface)
• Get Your Mind Right Mami lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Memphis Bleek, Snoop Dogg)
• Stick 2 The Script lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, DJ Clue)
• You, Me, Him And Her lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Amil, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)
• Guilty Until Proven Innocent lyrics - Jay Z (feat. R. Kelly)
• Parking Lot Pimpin' lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)
• Holla lyrics - Jay Z
• 1-900-Hustler lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, Free, Memphis Bleek)
• The R.O.C. lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)
• Soon You'll Understand lyrics - Jay Z
• Squeeze 1st lyrics - Jay Z
• Where Have You Been lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel)

Intro lyrics - Jay Z

[words echo during pauses (... are long pauses .. are short pauses)]

It's the Dynasty niggaz... as promised...

The world's most infamous...

Roc-A-Fella Records...

This is Roc La Familia...

It's Young Hova... Beanie Sigel... Memphis Bleek... Amil-lion...

It's the Dynasty niggaz... 2000 to infinity...

This is ghetto to ghetto.. gutter to gutter..

Street corner to street corner.. project to project..

Worldwide... walk with us niggaz...

Hoffa... Dash... it's the Dynasty niggaz

Check it out...

Uhh... walk with me... talk to me... yo..

The theme song to (The Sopranos)

plays in the key of life on my, mental piano

Got a strange way of seein life like

I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag

Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah

Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare

On the highway of life, nigga it's sharp in my sight

Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches

everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned

I would turn green, me, bein in the trenches

Him, livin adventureous not worryin about expenditures

I'm bravin temperatures below zero, no hero

No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga

But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure

is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my liver

Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be calm but I'm gon' get richer

through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture

Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures

Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz

Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious

Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures

Niggaz, say it's the dawn/Don but I'm superstitious

Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted

I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz actin too suspicious

This is, food for thought, you do the dishes