A Ballad For The Fallen Soldier lyrics - jay Z

[Jay-Z]

This here's a ballad for all the fallen soldiers

I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man)

and a soldier's life, parallel

And the one thing they got in common is pain (forget about me for a second)

Picture split screen

On one side we got a hustler getting ready for the block (human beings)

Other side you got the soldier getting ready for bootcamp (soldiers)

They're both at war (this is life)

Stay with us

[Chorus]

Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast

So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass

[Verse 1]

You lost him mama, the wars calling him

Feel its his duty to fall in line with all of them

He's a soldier

Rose through the ranks as the head of your house hold

Now its time to provide bank

Like he's supposed tah

Now just remember while he's going to November

Theres part of him growing up

His shirts soaks up your tears as he holds yah

Your heart beatin so fast speeding his pulse up

Yeah i know it sucks, Life aint a rose bud

A couple of speed bumps

You gotta take your lumps

Off to Bootcamp, the worlds facing terror

Bin Laden been happenin in Manhatten

Crack was anthrax back then, back when

Police was Al'Qaeda to black men

While I was out there hustling sinning with no religion

He was off the wall killing for a living

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Days turn to nights, nights turn to years

Years turn to "how the fuck we make it in here?"

My barracks average couple fights a day

Get you locked in a hole wont see the light of day

And I feel like I'm just writing my life away

I never thought shit could end up quite this way

There's a war going on outside no man is safe from

I'm here for the good fight only the fakes run

I'm here for the purple heart, if I cant take one

For my team or my siblings whats my reason for living?

I love my niggas more then anything else

This war's about my family, me needin the wealth

You dont understand how useless as men we felt

Till you become a 5 star general

Shout out to my niggas that's locked in jail

P.O.W.'s thats still in the war for real

[Chorus]

Your baby boy is getting grown

So your baby boy is moving on

I've gotta chase (gotta chase it)

If I'm gonna make it (gonna make it)

Your baby boy is getting grown

So your baby boy is moving on

I'm gonna make it

Even if I gotta take it (gotta take it)

[Verse 3]

Mama said pray your sons becoming a man

This wars taxin to 'em like Uncle Sam

He ain't gonna always make the right choice, understand

Every choice that he make he makes it for his fam

It's death before dishonour

And if hes gone you should honor his memory

Dont cry we all gonna die eventually

But if he's locked in the penetentiary send him some energy

They all winners to me

(What's up kid?)

[Chorus]

Show You How lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Catch up, niggas

Damn you fadin' hov, how you gave 'em that?

Audemars-Piguet, with the alligator strap

Sick of y'all niggaz with ya now or later raps

Rap about it now, hope you get it later

Do a couple shows, hope you niggas is savin' up

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

This particular watch be a one of one

That means none before it, none to come

The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

You ain't heard? I push the sixes when the fives is out

You can't fight me, in the porsche I'll box you out

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

We don't drive X5's we give 'em to baby-mammas

Push the big top that shake like the Kansas Chicken Snackboxx

I get it crackin' when I'm backing out the garage

A 360 drop farage, shutdown manhattan

Bucket low, like fuck it, though

Nights on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it, though

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

Nigga I'm a check writer your royalty recievers

Y'all eaten off Per Diem, on the low like a cesar

Pay ya taxes, you niggaz is husttlin' backwards

I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

How you want it, my jeans is 300

This ain't Diesel, nigga, these is Evisu

Top is rock, you know the rest

A big bucket of frozen water on my chest

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON

Get a crate, some crack, and some house slippers

A newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips up

Or get a gun, a mask an escape route

Some ducktape'll make 'em take you to the house

And ma don't give him nothin', unless he treatin' you special

Soon he'll get desperate, and go down and bless you

And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair

Just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON

Look, think big, fuck getting your nails done

Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son

Don't let 'em give you, hard dick and bubble gum

Make him cop the Lex bubble, 2001 hon

I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON

And if your man got you bagging up, it could be worse

Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse

Bitches & Sisters lyrics - Jay Z

(Let's describe a certain female)

(Let's describe a certain female)

(Let's describe a certain female)

[Jay-Z]

(Bitch) you know my name and the company I own

(Bitch) you like my style and you smell my cologne

(Bitch) don't try to act like my track-record ain't known

(Bitch) you probably gotta couple CD's in your home

(Bitch) don't make me say it twice, you acting all up tight

Also diddy like, like, like

You ain't a (Bitch), I ain't no ball player, you ain't gonna get pregnant again

Hit off with paper, you gonna get hit off and slid off

Before the neighbors take off to go to work

So just, take off your shirt, don't hit me with that church shit

(Bitch) I got a sister who schooled me to shit you chickens do

Tricking fools, got a whole Robin Givens crew that I kick it to

They be hipping dudes, how you chickens move, I be listening to

(Bitch) (Bitch) (Bitch)

Don't make me say it thrice, you acting all up tight

Also diddy like, like

You ain't a (Bitch), You ain't no better cuz you don't be fucking rappers

You only fuck with actors, you still getting fucked backwards

(Bitch) Unless you fucked a dude on his own merit

And not the way he dribbles or ball or draw leverage

You're a (Bitch), No ma, you're a (Bitch)

(Let's describe a certain female)

(Let's describe a certain female)

(Let's describe a certain female)

Say Jay-Z, why you gotta go and disrespect the women for? Uh

[Jay-Z]

(Bitch) Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve

SIsters work hard, bitches work your nerves

Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up

Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up

Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids

Bitches in street with their nose in your biz

Sisters tell the truth, bitches tell lies

Sisters drive cars, bitches wanna ride

Sisters give-up the ass, bitches give-up the ass

Sisters do it slow, bitches do it fast

Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live

Bitches have niggers all up in your crib

Sisters tell you quick "you better check your homie"

Bitches don't give a fuck, they wanna check for your homie

Sisters love Jay cuz they know how 'Hov is

I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch

What They Gonna Do Part II lyrics - Jay Z

Oh yeah, uh oh

Y'all know who it is (he's back)

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time

Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line

Niggas, don't be scared to grab her from behind

And make her show out her wild side, stick out her backside

Now what the fuck they gon' do with me

Got money, got broads, got a crew with me

Real as banana clips, I got a Sue with me

Get down or lay down nigga to shoot with me

Now how the fuck they gon' deal with me

I ain't going nowhere, they gotta deal with me

Got the whole BK ready to kill with me

You scared motherfucker, keep it real with me, keep it real with me

Now what the fuck they gon say to me

Got to clap, yi mean all day with me, CLAP, yi mean

Don't play with me, CLAP, yi mean

Stay with me, don't lose me y'all

And please don't confuse me with dog, I'm different

I bought it back for a living

33 O's on a bitch back like Pippen

3 She can keep for herself and distribute

36 O's and a ki, you do the addition

Before Mitchell and Ness did it

I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted

I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it

[Chorus]

Hon' what they gon' say to you

Got your hair did and your favorite shoes

Tell'em don't play with you, get'em away from you

You need a baller like I, call'em like I

See'em like naaaa

Move over y'all amateurs

No, you not balling that's Pro-Am shit

Oh, stop calling that's hoe-man shit

Stop falling asleep that's old man shit

I stands up in it like a champ up in it

Be up in it so long, get my calls transferred in it

No more minute man in it

Get my Soundscan, BDS, and Market and Glance in it

[Chorus]

What they gon do'

You got starch in your flow

I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow

All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilkey

I am art with the flow

Even if I'm filthy, you gotta pardon the flow

Niggas taking it lightly, had to darken the flow

Way I put it together, tear'em apart with the flow

I'm too smart with the flow, you just started the flow

Stop it youngin, you 106th & Park with the flow

I am pro, as you see I'm off the charts with the flow

Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow

In some places they say this, I am God with the flow

Like my office, but they're biased, too involved with the flow

(Oh no) I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow

Troubled man, dare I say, I am Mar with the flow

I come up hard but I evolve with the flow

Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow

[Chorus]

"The Best Of Both Worlds" (2002)

• The Best Of Both Worlds lyrics - Jay Z
• Take You Home With Me a.k.a. Body lyrics - Jay Z
• Break Up To Make Up lyrics - Jay Z
• It Ain't Personal lyrics - Jay Z
• The Streets lyrics - Jay Z
• Green Light lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel)
• Naked lyrics - Jay Z
• Shake Ya Body lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Lil' Kim)
• Somebody's Girl lyrics - Jay Z
• Get This Money lyrics - Jay Z
• Shorty lyrics - Jay Z
• Honey lyrics - jay Z
• Pussy lyrics - Jay Z

The Best Of Both Worlds lyrics - Jay Z

[J] Yeah, yeah, it's here niggaz! (wooo-WEEE!)

[J] Rockland/Roc-A-Fella collaboration

[R] What, what, what, what..

[J] Tone the Referee - the best of both worlds

[R] Welcome to the best of both worlds

[J] R. Kelly

[R] Chi-Town

[J] Let's just start frontin on 'em right away (c'mon Jay)

[Jay-Z]

I pull up with the big boy truck, nigga big boy drop

We be the only big boys that the big boys watch

Sing to 'em Kelly

[R] Best of.. both worlds.. (rock for 'em Hov')

[Jay-Z]

The combination of Pappy Mason and Larry Davis

Martin and Malcolm, this is the bigger than the album

R-ah

[R] Oh yeah

[R] The best of (best of both) both worlds - ohhhhHHH!

[Jay-Z]

I got a million on that boy singin whatever on the flow

Y'all got cheddar to blow, whatever, let a nigga know

Kel's

[R] The best of..

[J] Back and forth, back and forth, let's do it

[R] .. both worlds (rock for 'em Hov')

[Jay-Z]

It's not even close, just leave it alone

I'm Michael Jordan, I play for the team I own

Sing to 'em Kel'

[R] The best of.. both worlds - ohhhhHHH!

[Jay-Z]

Young.. H - flow feared in fifty states

Young.. Kel's - nigga the best of both worlds

Holla

[R] The best of..

[J] Just get gangsta with a nigga

[R] .. both worlds

[J] Just get gangsta with it (rock for 'em Hov')

[Jay-Z]

You can't possibly think you can stop this

It's prophecy; plus I feel like the nigga Big watchin me

Kel..

[R] Best of.. both worlds

[J] Stop playin with these niggaz, talk to 'em!

[R. Kelly]

This is for my niggaz down bottom and them hustlers on twenty-two's

Single parent mothers in the hood is who I'm talkin to

I know it's rough in the ghetto but let me walk witchu

Talk witchu, uh-huh, yeah-hea

And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't make it

But you still held your ground and came up out that basement

In the memory of those that we lost, it's deicated

We miss y'all, uh-huh, yeah-hea

[Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)]

This right here this whole album's..

in the memory of all our fallen soldiers (uh-huh)

we lost along the way (ohhhhhoooh) knahmsayin, ghetto to ghetto

City to city, worldwide, we got y'all, y'knahmean?

(Ghetto America) This album right here represents strength

(Ohhhh! Yeahhh) Strength in our people, understand it

[Both]

Cock-suckers can not touch us, the block love us

We got the ghetto on our back muh'fuckers

[R] The best of..

[J] Yeah, right

[R] both worlds (rock for 'em Hov')

[Jay-Z]

We got this locked for two reasons: we from the hood

plus we promised both our mommas that we would

Kel - take 'em to church

[R] The best of.. both worlds - ohhhhHHH!

[Jay-Z]

We mastered this, don't you know

I eat beef and breathe acid, weak bastards

We copped and we crash it

Then we cop again cause we are classic

Let me speak for ya R we "Scarface" re-enacted

"The Godfather" trilogy re-casted

But it's real like we grievin for Aaliyah with the masses

But I hope my boy Dash get to see it when he passes

I feel her soul when the Lee passes

When the wind blows, it's almost like I see her in the Hamptons

Even more reason to be up in them mansions

Laid back, feet up in the hammock, I'ma live for ya

Big too, 'til they put me in the grave

I'ma floss 'til they toss me a Bed-Stuy parade

'Til Chi-Town make a nigga Mayor for a day

In the memory of Joanne Kelly, let us pray

[R] Both worlds... welcome to the best of both worlds

Take You Home With Me a.k.a. Body lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Uh, uhh uhh, Kel's

Young, M, X, tra, money, let's go

[Chorus 2X: R. Kelly + (Girl)]

Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi (do you like it?)

Where you get your little body-adi-adi (do you want it?)

Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi (what you want it?)

I just wanna take you home with me

[Jay-Z]

She get it from her momma..

You can't tie a sweater over that ass, it hotter than pajamas

We lay back, blowin ganja

DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV - WHOA

I crept up behind her

Mami threw it like a quarterback, I caught that like Rice

I call mami Montana, bandana

Tied her hands up - this is gangsta love

Threw on a rap CD, we gangsta fucked

This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B dude

Poured a glass of Army, got mami in the mood

Then she stripped for me like the "Moulin Rouge"

I think I might wife her

Y'know, powder blue Roc-a-Wear suit, white Nike her

Add mami to the cypher

R.O.C. for life cuz, the gang motherfucker

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]

I make ya hotter than the next bitch - no need

for you to ever sweat the next bitch - with speed

I make the next bitch see the exit - indeed

Gotta know you're ver-ily respected - by me

You get the keys to the Lexus - but no drive

You get your own 2002, she through ridin

Keep yo' ass tighter than Versace

That's why you gotta watch yo' friends

You gotta watch me, they connivin shit

See I just wanna freak your body-adi-adi

I know you don't do this for everybody-adi

But everybody ain't as horny as me

And your body's - callin, me...

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Uhh, yeah

Mami shot through the pad with the Mark Jacobs bag

The thick stitched seam and her favorite ass jeans

Y'all know the first date wearers

to make objects bigger than they appear like a rearview mirror

Oh her shoe game is real

She gave 'em the Christian Libountins(?) with the four inch heels

But honestly my favorite type of gear

is a scrungy for her hair and LaPearla underwear, clear?

[R. Kelly]

Girl I hear you callin, let's stop stallin

Do what we came to do

Girl I hear you callin, let's stop stallin

Baby I want you, yeah

[Chorus]

Break Up To Make Up lyrics - Jay Z

[R. Kelly]

Mmmmm.. ohhhh, ohhhohhhhh

Oooohhh.. ohhh no, mmmmm

[Chorus: R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)*]

You and me, havin sex

After an argument, that shit's the best

You and me, havin sex yeahh

After an argument, that shit's the best

(Think about it while the streets you roam

It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home)

[*overlapping R's last line]

I storm in, she storm out

It's like the "War of the Roses" goin on in my house

It's a little seperation but I know how to fix the situation

Mami just sufferin from love deprevation

So I gotta give her thug reperations

Put it in the life until love leg is shakin

Slow and passionate, 'til we forget what happens

Then we laughin and we back friends

[Interlude: R. Kelly]

You don't have to fuss and fight

Why don't you just spend the night

Baby let's just kiss and hug

You know the words girl let's make up

So much love to be made

Instead of screamin, "Who's to blame?"

Girl I don't wanna.. let you go, I need you so

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Girlfriend didn't believe me when I said I'd be back in a little

Cause I had the Chris T on with the crease in the middle

Plus a fresh cut and the freezin icicles

on my wrist, on my hand, that's when shit hit the fan

Said, "You never spend timey, what's up with that?"

Translated it means

[R] Hit it hard from the back

Yeah she hid my car keys

And forced me to fall asleep to her heartbeat

[Interlude]

[Chorus w/o Jay-Z]

[R. Kelly]

I don't want.. baby I don't want to fight

I just wanna make it right (ooh yeah)

Put out problems to the side

Let's just make sweet love tonight (I don't want)

Baby I don't want to fight

I just wanna make it right (ohhhhh love)

Put our problems to the side

Let's just make sweet love tonight

[Jay-Z]

Sex so intense, all that's on my mind

It ain't feel this good since the very first time

I'm pullin her close, she's pullin away

I'm tryin to kiss her mouth but she keeps turnin her face

Cute sex game like our very first date

We ain't know each other well enough, we had to wait

But oh! I know just where your hot spot at

You can not deny that, so do not try that

I do not buy that..

[Chorus w/o Jay-Z]

[Chorus w/o Jay-Z (fades out)]

It Ain't Personal lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Man, they go and tell me like

you never know who your true friends until you ah umm

both got a little bit of money

I mean cause y'all both broke

then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke

And if you got money and he ain't got no paper

He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you

When y'all both get some paper, you'll see

[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]

We used to get money together, phone honies together

Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather

You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever

Cause this is business, it ain't personal

Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)

We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)

Ain't no rules in this war for this green

This is business, and it ain't personal

[Jay-Z]

Look, I'm a grown man dog

And I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'all

I know when I first started it was crazy to y'all

"He's gon' start his own label, he'll never be able"

Well, nigga you've been wrong before

And you'll be wrong again if you bet against him

We move through the hood like identical twins

But it just so happen that a nigga made it rappin

You showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin

That don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum

Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)

Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup

Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs

Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise up

Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)

About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one

[Chorus: R. Kelly]

We used to get money together, phone honies together

Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather

You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever

Cause this is business, it ain't personal

Same dream, same team, same schemes

We even sold to the same damn fiends

Ain't no rules in this war for this green

This is business, and it ain't personal

[R. Kelly]

I wish, I wish - that success, we could all

get a piece of it (word) but that ain't real dog (no)

Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more

But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my nigga

Invest in chips and watch my money hill get bigger

And do things like, pull up to some clubs

in the skirts with Jigga, and yellin out HEY!

What the fuck, pop that Cris' my nigga

And then he wants to know how many chips I done sold

Well it ain't y'all business what's behind my doors

But y'all niggaz don't appreciate shit

Helped you out and you still actin like a little bitch

Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the tenth row

when you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show

Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow

[Chorus + ad libs]

[Jay-Z]

A-Alike (uh-huh) be alike (that's right)

We don't vibe no more because we don't C/see alike

And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed

Nope; Hov's still here like Rogaine

Ask your boy what he did to the Hov' game

How he jeapordized the whole game

Now when we see each other it's so strange

I don't know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)

I don't know whether to cap him or dap him

I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin

But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know

locked up doin a few doe, but who knows?

Maybe it wasn't you, maybe I'm buggin too (right)

But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the fuck to do

Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes

The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules

[Chorus]