Who Gon Stop Me lyrics - Jay-Z

[Kanye West:]

This is something like the Holocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the Lord

Til I die I’ma fuckin’ ball

Now who gon’ stop me?

Who gon’ stop me huh?

Who gon’ stop me?

Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z:]

Black cards, black cars,

Black on black, black broads

Whole lotta money in a black bag

Black strap, you know what that’s for?

[Kanye West:]

Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z & Kanye West:]

Who gon’ stop me, huh?

[Jay-Z:]

Yeah, who gon’ stop me?

No brakes, I need, State Farm

So many watches I need 8 arms

One neck but got 8 charms

[Jay-Z & Kanye West:]

Who gon’ stop me, huh?

[Kanye West:]

Niggas talkin’, they bitch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay

That’s pig Latin, itch-bay

Who gon’ stop me huh?

Last night ain’t go so well

Got kicked up out the hotel

Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert

Yes! Tell Howard Cosell

You just a commentator, if you getting paper

Everybody I know from the hood got common haters

In some relations, you just supposed to say none

Heard she fucked the doorman

Well that’s cool I fucked the waitress

Heard Yeezy was racist, well, I guess that’s on one basis

I only like green faces

This is something like the Holocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the Lord

Til I die I’ma fuckin’ ball

Now who gon’ stop me?

Who gon’ stop me huh?

Who gon’ stop me?

Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z:]

Black cards, black cars

Black on black, black broads

Whole lotta money in a black bag

Black strap, you know what that’s for

[Kanye West:]

Y’all weed purple, my money purple

Y’all Steve Urkel, I’m Oprah circle

I wrote the verse, that I hope will hurt you

[Jay-Z:]

Who gone stop me huh?

Beat the odds, best the Feds

It wouldn’t be wise, to bet against the kid

Start me broke, I bet I get rich

Night shift, 6 to 6

Gimmie one shot, one pot

I’ll show up in all white, wearing no socks

No ceiling, new coupe

They know I’m a dope boy

They don’t have no proof

I’m 3 steps removed, I know how to move

It’s looking like, I don’t know how to lose

I’m winning again, I’m at the Wynn

I’m at the table, I’m gambling,

Lucky lefty, I expect a 7,

I went through hell, I’m expecting heaven, I’m owed,

I’m throwed and I stuck to the G-code,

I’m here, oh yeah, I promise I ain’t going nowhere,

OK here, like a hare, like a rabbit, I like karats

I’m allergic to having bunny ears,

Like broke, like nope, like ha,

I ain’t no joke, I can’t be stopped

Like nope, like nope

To the beat Noah…

2 seats in the 911, no limit on the black card

Told y’all I was gonna go HAM, told the ocean was my backyard

No lies in my verses, please pardon all the curses

Shit gotta come some way, fuck, when you growing up worthless

Middle finger to my old life, special shout out to my old head

If it wasn’t for your advice, a nigga would have been so dead

I’m living life, til these niggas kill me

Turn this up, if these niggas feel me

I’m riding dirty, trying to get filthy

Pablo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes

Graduated to the MOMA

And I did all of this, without a diploma

Graduated from the corner

Y’all can play me for a motherfuckin’ fool if you wanna,

Street smart, and I’m book smart

Could have been a chemist, cause I cook smart

Only thing to stop me is me,

And I’ma stop when the hook start

Hold up

[Kanye West:]

This is something like the Holocaust

Millions of our people lost

Bow our heads and pray to the lord

Til I die, I’ma fuckin’ ball

Now who gon’ stop me?

Who gon’ stop me huh?

Who gon’ stop me?

Who gon’ stop me huh?

[Jay-Z:]

Black cards, black cars

Black on black, black broads

Whole lotta money in a black bag

Black strap, you know what that’s for

Murder To Excellence lyrics - Jay-Z (with kanye west)

[Jay-Z:]

Bloody murder, murder murder [x4]

[Kanye West:]

The paper read murder, black on black murder

The paper read murder, black on black murder

[Jay-Z:]

This is to the memory of Danroy Henry

Too much enemy fire to catch a friendly

Strays from the same shade, nigga we on the same team

Giving you respect, I expect the same thing

All black everything, nigga you know my fresh code

I’m out here fightin’ for you, don’t increase my stress load

Niggas watchin’ the throne, very happy to be

Power to the people, when you see me, see you

[Kanye West:]

And I’m from the murder capital, where they murder for capital

Heard about at least 3 killings this afternoon

Lookin’ at the news like damn I was just with him after school,

No shop class but half the school got a tool,

And I could die any day type attitude

Plus his little brother got shot reppin’ his avenue

It’s time for us to stop and re-define black power

41 souls murdered in 50 hours

The paper read murder, black on black murder,

The paper read murder, black on black murder again

Murder again…

Is it genocide?

Cause I can still hear his momma cry, know the family traumatized

Shots left holes in his face, bout piranha-size

The old pastor closed the cold casket

And said the church ain’t got enough room for all the tombs

It’s a war going on outside, we ain’t safe from

I feel the pain in my city wherever I go

314 soldiers died in Iraq

509 died in Chicago

[Jay-Z:]

I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died

Real niggas just multiply

And they say by 21 I was supposed to die

So I’m out here celebratin’ my post demise

If you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival

You gon’ end up pulling down niggas that look just like you

What up blood? What up cos?

It’s all black, I love us

[Kanye West:]

The paper read murder, black on black murder,

The paper read murder, black on black murder again

Black on black murder again

Black on black murder again

[Jay-Z:]

It’s a celebration of black excellence

Black tie, black Maybachs

Black excellence, opulence, decadence

Tuxes next to the president, I’m present

I dress in Dries and other boutique stores in Paris

In sheepskin coats, I silence the lamb

Do you know who I am Clarice?

No cheap cologne whenever I “shh-shh”

Success never smelled so sweet, I stink of success

The new black elite, they say my black card bear the mark of the beast

I repeat, my religion is the beat

My verse is like church, my Jesus piece, now please, domino, domino

Only spot a few blacks the higher I go

What’s up to Will, shoutout to O

That ain’t enough, we gon’ need a million more

Kick in the door, Biggie flow

I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

[Kanye West:]

Yea it’s all messed up when it’s nowhere to go

So we won’t take the time out til we reach the T O P

From paroles to hold G’s, sold keys, low keys

We like the promised land of the OG’s

In the past if you picture events like a black tie

What’s the last thing you expect to see, black guys

What’s the life expectancy for black guys?

The system’s working effectively, that’s why

I’ll be a real man, take care of your son

Every problem you had before this day is now done

New crib, watch a movie

Cause ain’t nothin’ on the news but the blues

Hit the mall, pick up some Gucci

Now ain’t nothin’ new but your shoes

Sunday morning, praise the Lord

You the girl that Jesus had been saving me for

So let’s savor this moment, and take it to the floor

Black excellence, truly yours

Made In America lyrics - Jay-Z (with kanye west) (feat. Frank Ocean)

(Bring you out the... out the darkness)

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

Sweet King Martin

Sweet Queen Coretta

Sweet Brother Malcolm

Sweet Queen Betty

Sweet Mother Mary

Sweet Father Joseph,

Sweet Jesus

We made it in America

Sweet baby Jesus, ooh

Oh sweet baby Jesus

We made it in America

Sweet baby Jesus, ooh

Oh, sweet baby Jesus,

We made it in America

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

I told my mama I was on the come up

She said "you going to school I'll give you a summer"

Then she met NO ID and gave me his number

10 years later she driving a Hummer

Niggas hustle every day for a beat from Ye

What I do? Turn around, gave them beats to Jay

And I'm rapping on the beat they was supposed to buy

I guess I'm getting high off my own supply

Downtown mixing fabrics trying to find the magic

Started a little blog just to get some traffic

Old folks'll tell you not to play in traffic

A million hits and the web crashes – damn!

South Park had 'em all laughing

Now all my niggas designing and we all swaggin'

Ignore the critics just to say we did it

This ain't no fashion show, motherfucker, we live it

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

Sweet King Martin

Sweet Queen Coretta

Sweet Brother Malcolm

Sweet Queen Betty

Sweet Mother Mary

Sweet Father Joseph,

Sweet Jesus

We made it in America

Sweet baby Jesus, ooh

Oh sweet baby Jesus

We made it in America

Sweet baby Jesus, ooh

Oh, sweet baby Jesus,

We made it in America

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

I pledge allegiance, uh, to my Grandma

For that banana pudding, our piece of Americana

Our apple pie was supplied through Arm & Hammer

Straight out the kitchen, shh don't wake Nana!

Built a republic, that still stands

I'm trying to lead a nation, to leave to my little man's

Or my daughter, so I'm boiling this water

The scales was lopsided, I'm just restoring order

Hold up, here comes grandma, what's up YaYa?

What's that smell? Oh I'm just boiling some agua

No papa, bad Santa

The streets raised me, pardon my bad manners

I got my liberty, chopping grams up

Street justice, I pray God understand us

I pledge allegiance to all the scramblers

This is the Star Spangled Banner

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

Sweet King Martin

Sweet Queen Coretta

Sweet Brother Malcolm

Sweet Queen Betty

Sweet Mother Mary

Sweet Father Joseph,

Sweet Jesus

We made it in America

Sweet baby Jesus, ooh

Oh sweet baby Jesus

We made it in America

Sweet baby Jesus, ooh

Oh, sweet baby Jesus,

We made it in America

Why I Love You lyrics - Jay-Z (with kanye west) (feat. Mr Hudson)

[Chorus – Mr Hudson:]

Ooh, I love you so

But why I love you

I’ll never know

[x4]

[Jay-Z:]

Picture if you will, that the throne was burning

Rome was burning, and I’m sitting in the corner all alone burning

Why does it always end up like this?

Something that we don’t determine

Same people that I fought for

That I fight for, that I ride for

That I live for, that I die for

Be the reason that these niggas is alive for

And they want me dead

But I’m so sorry but I just can’t die for you

But I can make em put their hands in the sky for you

We waiting for the fireworks like July 4th

Get fly more, get high more, cry boy, why for?

When the grief is over, beef is over, I’ll be fly when Easter’s over

I tried to teach niggas how to be kings

And all they ever wanted to be was soldiers

So the love is gone, til blood is drawn

So we no longer wear the same uniform

Fuck you squares, the circle got smaller

The castle got bigger, the walls got taller

And truth be told after all that said

Niggas still got love for you

[Chorus – Mr Hudson:]

Ooh, I love you so

But why I love you

I’ll never know

[x4]

[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]

Showed love to you niggas

You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it

I picked up the pieces, before you swept on it

God damn this shit leaves a mess don’t it

Shit feelin’ like death don’t it

Charge it to the game, whatever’s left on it

I spent about a minute, maybe less on it

Fly pelican fly, turn the jets on it

But first I shall digress on it

Wasn’t I a good king?

(Maybe too much of a good thing, huh?)

Didn’t I spoil you? Me or the money, what you loyal to?

(Huh, I gave you my loyalty)

Made you royalty and royalties

(Took care of these niggas lawyer fees)

And this is how niggas rewardin’ me

(Damn)

[Chorus – Mr Hudson:]

Ooh, I love you so

But why I love you

I’ll never know

[x2]

[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]

Bussin’ at me, b-b-b-bussin’ at me

But I’m bullet proof, bitch you can’t get nothin’ past me

Got body armor (A nigga gotta watch the throne)

And I’m bussin’ back, so niggas in a glass house should not throw stones

What do you do when the love turns to hate?

(Gotta separate from these fuckin’ fakes)

Caesar didn’t see it so he ceased to exist

So the nigga that killed him had keys to his shit

Am I my brother’s keeper?

(Only if that nigga don’t creep up)

Got a pistol under my pillow

(I’ve never been a deep sleeper)

P-p-p-paranoia

(Cause the nigga that said he’ll…)

Blast for ya (Is now…)

Blastin’ for ya, that’s an assassin for ya

(These niggas got a shot they’ll shoot)

Please Lord (Forgive him)

For these niggas (Not know) What they, (Do) (Ooh)

Illest Motherfucker Alive lyrics - Jay-Z (with kanye west)

[Kanye West:]

1985 white Lamborghini Countach, 2 of em

I need a slow motion video right now

Cause I’m moving in slow motion, slow motion

Feelin’ like Hype Williams shooting a nigga

Shooting a nigga, hey hey hey

I need a slow motion video right now ay ay

Damn baby, pussy can’t be your only hustle

Unless you bad as Naomi Russell

I mean a lot of niggas got money

So basically, Russell ain’t the only Russell

Russell Brand, Russell Crowe

Zero Zero Zero Zero, a whole lot of 0’s

What you after, actor money?

You in line behind currency, yeah you after money

Bullet proof condom when I’m in these hoes

Got staples on my dick (why) fuckin’ centerfolds

And I swear to God they so cold

Got a nigga in Miami wearing winter clothes

I got my fur on feelin’ like Jerome

She got her fur too, we get our his and her on

Don’t look at the jewelry, or get your blurr on

Too close, you comatose so dope you overdose

Get back, you overclose

Oh no, the hood was strugglin’

But then I blessed them with that Polo

Niggas was making music and then my first solo…

Collo Drolo sponsored by Manolo

She got Zeppi Notos ready for some photos

Yeah and I’m cold bitch, please try to keep the door closed

Lanvin thousand dollar tee with no logos

Let me show you what I see when my eyes closed

[Jay-Z (Kanye West):]

Take it how you want til a nigga dead

(Til then I’m the illest motherfucker alive)

Whole world aiming at a nigga head

(Because I’m the illest motherfucker alive)

[Jay-Z:]

Holla, King Hov, I’m exactly what the fuck you think

11 in a row, Bill Russell rings, Michael Jordan swag

Y'all think Michael Jordan bad

Nigga I got a 5 more rings than Michael Jordan had

Elvis has left the building now I’m on the Beatles ass

Niggas hear Watch The Throne, yeah it’s like the Beatles back

Bey Bey my Yoko Ono, Rih Rih complete the family

Imagine how that’s gon' look front row at the Grammy's

Fuck your awards like Eddie Murphy’s couch

The Roc is in the building we should have stayed in the house

I don’t even know what we doing here

Seems to me a complete waste of gear

Just a fuckin waste of time, a complete waste of bottles

Niggas fashion is weak, they be wastin’ all the models

Got the over-sized Rolley let me show the how to do it

When I say it then you see, it ain’t only in the music

Basquiats, Warhols serving as my muses

My house like a museum, so I see em when I’m peeing

Usually you have this much taste you European

That’s the end of that way of thinking, nigga never again

Know when to leave when the heat is coming, I learned that

This is where DiNero would be if he ain’t turn back

Fuck Sosa, this Hova this is real life

This is what the ending of Scarface should feel like

[Kanye West:]

I need a slow motion video right now

Cause I’m moving in slow motion slow motion

Feelin’ like Hype Williams shooting a nigga

Shooting a nigga hey hey hey

I need a slow motion video right now ay ay

Slow motion slow motion...

H.A.M lyrics - Jay-Z (with kanye west)

[Kanye West:]

It was all good just a week ago

niggas feel theyselves and then Watch The Throne drop

niggas kill themselves

What niggas gon do Hov?

This a new crack on a new stove

I'm in the two-door, true that

niggas tellin' me "You back"

Like a nigga ever left up out this bitch, huh?

and if life a bitch suck my dick huh?

and I bet she fucked the whole clique, huh

By the way nigga, you should fuckin' quit, nigga

Just forget it, you talk it, I live it

Like Eli I did it, jokes on you muthafucker and I get it

No paper hoe, but you can have some more of me

Or-gy, or are we speakin methaphorically

Historically, I'm kickin' bitches out like Pam, nigga

Goin' HAM nigga, me and Jigga

and a nigga still young, wanna have no kids

But I've been practicing with some actresses as bad as shit

And a few white girls, asses flat a shit

But the head so good, damn a nigga glad he hit

Got em jumpin' out the building

Watch out below, a million out the door

I'm about to go HAM

Hard As a Muthafucker,

Let these niggas know who I am

I'm about to go HAM

Hard As a Muthafucker,

Let these niggas know who I am

[Jay-Z:]

fuck y'all mad at me for?

You don't even know what I've been through

I play chicken with a Mack truck

Y'all muthafuckers woulda been moved

I swam waters with great whites

Y'all muthafuckers woulda been chewed

I hustle with vultures late nights

Y'all muthafuckers woulda been food

fuck wrong with these dudes

Try to walk around in these shoes

See the shit I saw growing up

And maybe you can take a peek at these boo's

niggas fantasize about the shit that I do daily like

These rappers rap about all the shit that I do really

I'm like really half a billi nigga

Really you got baby money

Keep it real with niggas

niggas ain't got my lady money

Watch the Throne don't step on our road

Bad enough we let you step on our globe

When my nephew died, daddy dead

niggas took the price on my uncles head

Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled

So I feel like I would like to know my uncles bread

Bow down, brother pay homage

don't spill hate all on my garments

Commes Des Garcon, fuck your fresh

head shots nigga fuck your vests

fuck the pig, no pork on my fork

Peace God cause you know a nigga just went Ham

Hard As a Muthafucker,

Let these niggas know who I am

Yeah I'm 'bout to go HAM

Hard As a Muthafucker,

Let these niggas know who I am

Yeah I'm 'bout to go HAM

Primetime lyrics - (with kanye west)

[Jay-Z:]

We in the time of our lives baby

Turn the music up, primetime

Yeah, primetime, beat by Dion, our third eon

That’s what the fuck we on

Mo’ money, 40 year old phenom

My 15 minutes of fame has stretched beyond

At 42 be better than 24, I carried the 4-5, mastered 48 laws

Still wearing my 23’s they can’t fuck with the boy

As far as them 16’s, I’m 23 of it all

Primetime, riding that 6 deuce

That 9-11 I only subtract the roof

Started in 88’, got warm in 92’, I landed in 96’

That’s the year I came through

I hit the club, ordered some Grey Goose

Switched it for Ciroc to give Puff’s stock a boost

New money, I found the fountain of youth

I’m headed to Miami to fuck up the Fontaine Bleu

A case of Ace, make it 2, nigga we rolling, beat the deuce

The night is young, what the fuck we gon’ do (ooh)

[Kanye West:]

The night is young, what the fuck you wanna do, huh

The night is young, what the fuck we gon’ do, huh

The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh

Primetime, basking in the lime

Cassius in his prime, coloring out of the line

Cause they don’t want nobody that’s colored out of the lines

So I’m late as a motherfucker, colored people time

Damn Yeezy, they all gotta be dimes?

Well, Adam gave up a rib so mine better be prime

Niggas gon’ kill me, I swear they better be lying

I never live in fear, I’m too out of my mind

Primetime, never hit these heights

I mean it’s like, it’s like our first 1st class flight

I’m trippin’ on it, socks on marble floors

I’m slippin’ on it, champagne, I’m sippin’ on it

Shit taste different, don’t it?

You know what, you right

It’s like the best damn champagne I had in my life

“When you coming home” That’s a text from my wife

I told her, run a bubble bath

And float in that motherfucker like a hovercraft

And soak in that motherfucker til I call you back

I mean who says shit like that, and doesn’t laugh (un-huh)

The night is young, what the fuck you wanna do, huh

The night is young, what the fuck we gon’ do, huh

The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh