We Made History lyrics - Jaz-Z (feat. Tony Williams)

[Chorus:]

Now that all the smoke is gone

And the battle's finally won

Victory is finally ours

History so long so long so long

[Verse 1:]

In search of victory she keeps saluting me

If only we can be together momentarily

We can make love and make history

Why won't you visit me

Until she visits me

I'll be stuck with a sister her name is defeat

She gives me agony so much agony she brings me so much pain

So much misery like missing your last shot and falling to your knees

As the crowd screams brother of the team I practiced so hard for this moment

Victory don't leave

I know what this means I'm stuck in this routine

Whole new different day same old thing

All I got is dreams no body else can see

Nobody else believes nobody else but me

Where are you victory

I need you desperately

Not just for the moment to make history

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

So now I'm flirting with death

Hustling like a g

When victory wasn't watching

Took chance repeatedly

As a teenage boy before acne

Before I got proactive I couldn't face she

I Just threw on my hoodie and headed to the streets

That's where I met success

We lived together shortly

Now success was like lust shes good to the touch

Shes good for the moment but shes never enough

Everybodys had her shes nothing like v

But success is all I got unfortunately

But I'm burning down the block

I been in and out of v

But something tells me that there's much more to see

Before I get killed cause I can't get robbed

So before me success and death monage

I gotta lost I gotta find v

We gotta be together to make history

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Now victory is mine she tastes so sweet

Shes my trophy wife coming with me

We'll have a baby who stutters repeatedly

We'll name him history he'll repeat after me

Hes my legacy son of my hard work future of my past

Can explain who I be rate me amongst the greats either 1 2 3

If I ain't number one then I failed you victory

Ain't in it for the fame that dies within weeks

Ain't in it for the money you can take it when u leave

I wanna be remembered long after u breathe

Long after I'm gone long after I breathe

I leave all I am in the hands of history

That's my last will testimony

This is much more than a song it's a baby shower

I been waiting for this hour history your ours

[Chorus: Fade out]

We Made It lyrics - jay-z (feat. Jay Electronica)

[Intro: Eastbound & Down (Kenny Powers)]

The only thing I'm seeing I'd like to put an amend on, perhaps a little more room here for the fixins.

You know what I'm talkin' about? Oh, we gon' have a lot of fixins.

We gonna have so many fucking fixins up in this motherfucker, this shit gon' go through the roof.

Got damn I'm shittin' gold these days

[Soulja Boy]

We made it

We made it

[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]

The devil, the haters, the bloggers, the papers, the labels, they labeled me

But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga, we came up from slavery

Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently

This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that prayed for me

A milli, a milli, niggas love me cause I'm ill

The greatest story ever told, niggas in the field

From Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's fact

I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the wheel

The son of WD, who hung around in the D

Who ran around in the three

The trap gods raised me

Face all on the Sphinx

Story all in the wall of the pyramids

Niggas know the Black God saved me

You can blow the nose off, that won't change it

Obamacare won't heal all that anguish

We came a long way from the bottom of the boat

All praise to the Mahdi, we found our language

Gold necklace, middle finger erected

God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the record

Lost sons of Muhammad, wildin' in the wreckage

Asha du illah illaha is the message

All these niggas, I got to fight one

All these devils, I got to strike some

All these rebels just waitin' on the war cry

Mama said "Son, you got to strike drum"

Roc Nation, celebration

Motivation, elevation

Nigga we made it from slaves on a slaveship

Live from the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship

[Interlude: Kenny Powers]

Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many people are tryna tell me to slow down.

Seems like motherfuckers should be shuttin' the hell up and enjoyin' the show

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Hop off the slave ship

Poppin' my chain, and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated

Walked in that bitch like "Nigga we made it!"

I own my own masters, you know I ain't missin' no royalty statements

I can't be rated, damn Hov stunt on them haters

Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk

Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really bought

While these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot

And a bunch of other silly shit that they ain't got

I'm on my Lupita Nyong'o

Stuntin' on stage, got the 12 Years A Slave

This Ace of Spades look like an Oscar

Black tux, look like a mobster

Don't make me RRRRAA yah, nigga watch your tone

I come to court with black boxers on

Y'all hella jealous of my melatonin

I could black out at any given moment

I'm God, G is the seventh letter made

So when my arms & feet shackled I still get paid

All praises due

I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into caves

These are the last days, but do I seem fazed?

Showed up to the last supper in some brand new J's

I'm the true and livin', book of Hov

New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien, superstition

You're blind, baby

Blind to the fact of who you are maybe

My bloodline's crazy

Kings and queens and Michael Jordan rings

I go stupido, sucio

The flow is filthy, y'all can't kill me

I've been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes

The corny handshakes, cock sucker we made it

What The Game Made Me lyrics - Jaz Z (feat. Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money)

[from "I Got The Hook-Up!" soundtrack]

Yeah

[Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z]

I'm what the game made me

Not what the fame made me

No amount of money can change me

I'm what you lames can't be

Live nigga what? Live as fuck

[repeat 2X]

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

Check, live from the 7-1-8

Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight

I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle

How can y'all understand the struggle?

It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix

Knowin I outclass three-E niggaz in the six

So I outblast til it's empty clips

And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit

One life, I gotta make sure it's done right

Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation

Ball out, until I fall out

Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out

Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain

Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain

Life's harsh, I know y'all runnin from 'caine

but it'll only catch you and track you down

With no deal, who you gonna rap to now?

Start your own record company, that's profound

Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war

Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Memphis Bleek]

Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six

I come through cocky, holdin my dick

I never switch shit, cause that's some bitch shit

I get the Bisquick take it to the district

cause I could never get rich, and switch my style

I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile

I'm tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow

Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal

Respect this young nigga that's, holdin the torch

Preachin shit like the crack game, don't take shorts

Throw it down it's a bet, nigga roll hard

til you got somethin icey, round your neck

In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble

Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble

Niggaz test it I spit guns, angrily

Til all that remains is me

[Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Jay-Z)]

[Verse Three: Sauce Money]

I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow

From umm, hoe I don't know, to get deez

Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch please, never try to provoke

Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke

Ain't nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop

or maybe some of the places I shop

Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air

for some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete's

Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life

It's all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood

til I'm in the dirt, foul cats like termites

come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper

Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread

Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead

You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothin changed

except now I push Coupe's in the dark

[Chorus (Sauce Money instead of Jay-Z)]

Who You Wit lyrics - Jaz Z

[from "Sprung" soundtrack]

Uh-huh, yeah hah

Never sprung huh?

Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all

Never sprung huh?

Yeah, peep the repertoire

Peoples, feel me on this one

Peoples, feel this

Never sprung huh? Know my style

I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches

Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches

Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches

Can't Knock your Hustle for real, exotic bitches

I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french

braids with the french name in the same night

Pull you and your tight friend

lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in

You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R

Sexier than a Lexus car

Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all

is like veg-etables in my presence, check it

Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg

Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs

Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred

Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on

[chorus]

Dough to get, more shows to rip

I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit

Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick

More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit

Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em

Chicks dream on him trick cream on him

Lose it when dudes think it's just music

Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em

Sex around the way girls down to meet eyes

I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's

Ya quita, me got more, see I ball

You can love me or hate me, either or

I'ma stay widdit, rock the custom drop Bentleys

Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny

can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave

just as quick, indian give, ha-hah

Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap

like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin that

you be the same chick when you leave me

the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit

[chorus]

You know the move's major, never minor

cause when you a true player, they never find ya

We takin trips abroad with chicks from afar

Down in the grill in the Villa gettin hilla

Never know em at the resort, readin to ride with us all

Checkin out this new wine, inhalin the cork

Million miles from the puddles the rainy days the tussles

Reign in ways to hustle, so we won't get caught

Had beef of all sort but I turned it around

Chose my steps more wisely, I'm learnin the ground

I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound

Now it's million dollar deals, straight turnin em down

Roc-a-Fella make or break me, til death do us

Won't be in your right mind, you ever step to us

Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there

Then I realized that it didn't make sense there

Backtrack, show me where the cash at, and plus

frivilous beef, please, we lookin past that

Y'all can gossip while we learnin the world

Drop the hot shit never returnin your girl, it's on

[chorus (repeat 4X)]

Beyatch!

Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia

Recognize, realize, it's on

Roc the block, ahh

Laughin, it's on

Wishing On A Star lyrics - Jay-z (feat. Gwen Dickey)

[Chorus: Gwen Dickey]

I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are

I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Check it out, you can catch me on top now, playin a club

Throwin a shot down, tryin to stay above

Ground, another ground-breakin day in the club

Surrounded by my home thoughts, playin a cut

Reminesin on days I didn't have a pot to piss in

No watches to glisin, no V's with hot systems

Missin my homies that passed right in front of my eyes

Due to the fast life we told wonderful lies

On how we would live forever, time proved us wrong

Had to get our shit together and move it along

Had dreams of being Big niggas, Jig niggas

Drivin the hottest cars, movin out with our moms and I'm

[Chorus: Gwen Dickey]

Wishing on a star to follow where you are

I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Was interuppted by this chicken that I used to cluck wit

Back in the days when I was movin much shit, "What up chick?"

Maintanin, it's the same old thang

A little stress, a little bullshit, ain't too much changed

I see you kept it movin, you see I kept improving, she nodded her head in agreement

Remember when I used to walk up and down the cement, puttin it down

While the Streets is Watchin, stay hooded down

Just to earn a rep, but what good is it now?

She said "Damn I just stopped to say Hi.... Bye"

I was too deep for you from day one

Thats why we never had relations, continued in my own zone

[Chorus: Gwen Dickey]

I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are

I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means

And I wish on all the rainbows that I see

I wish on all the people who really dream

And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come

And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Uh huh, We used to play tap-tap for rap tracks

Run, catch, and kiss in the back park until it got dark

Wanted to be like the older fellas, sneak and drink old Chample

Dangerous games we played on the third rail

Fiend for the summer breeze

Hopped out the Lee's Dungrares

into the Hawaiian shorts, relying on sports

to take us away from here, but I cut too much

So I had a plan B used to rhyme with a brush

My sinners used to back me up

Like Doug E. Fresh and Ricky D., Eric, Mickey and Me

All my niggas is you with me, each of ya'll

Let's reach for the stars now... Jigga!

[Chorus: Gwen Dickey]

I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are

I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means

And I wish on all the rainbows that I see

I wish on all the people who really dream

And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come

And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done

You're Only A Customer lyrics - Jay-Z

[from "The Streets Is Watching" soundtrack]

[Intro:]

Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-a-Fella y'all

Futuristic shit beeotch

Uh, what the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha

[Verse 1:]

Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold fade

All that nickle and dime shit, don't hold no weight

Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you

Thumb through the Source I read the Ride report

Class C, cold me down with the plastic

That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq

At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val suite

My people's eyes through the peep hole

I'm lovin' you down freak as I

Shoot through the city like a rumor

Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the news

Paper headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"

the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze

Can't sop for the feds, say cheese

You know they wanna take a nigga picture

Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now

Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while

YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real

Tryin' to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats

At the top where the criminal minds meet

That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't

it?)

[Hook:]

You're only a customer (uh)

Walkin' in the presence of hustlers

You spend money all night long

"All night long" - Mary J. Blige

[Verse 2:]

A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive

I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed

No thought infested

Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight

But your game most precious

Had to rethink things, is pinky ring worth

Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing

I don't know to tell the truth

If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all

[Irv Gotti:]

Heads got to roll

[Jay-Z:]

I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive

If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd

What you're facin' is official (it's official)

Most cases when I"m blazin' won't miss you (won't miss you)

Case and point mad bullshitted issue

I see it to the end, my writting is so personal

My heart bleedin' out my pen, make no mistake aobut me

It's only one nigga livin', I got a half a cake about me

I got love, to make a nigga die bleedin' is nothin'

You make a motherfucker die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch

[Hook X3]

More flavor than y'all can image havin'

Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega

It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dive

My brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my life

Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to hold

D.C. high pissy off Cristle

3 G's high seasoned Bacardy, UV's

Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party

Play yourself go head if you don't no the ledge

It's like spittin' to God

Get it in your face fuckin' with niggas over your head

Take your time with me, shiftee

Use to make Coke stretch like the samplin' a 950

Shit with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike

At the light, doin' a pike, with a bitch on the back

And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype

In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella logo

Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga

Very little loot, a loser

In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these people

[Hook x3]

You're Welcome lyrics - Jay-Z (feat. Mary J. Blige & Swizz Beatz)

[Intro: Mary J. Blige]

Turn, turn me up a little bit, when that music comes in it gets loud

[Jay-Z:] Swizzy!

[Swizz Beatz (Jay-Z) {Mary J. Blige}:]

YES! Hands up! Hands up! Hands up high!

Hands up! Hands up! Hands up high! {La dee da da da! }

(It be very different now, Swizzy)

Hands up! Hands up! Hands up high! Hands up! Hands up! Hands up high!

{Oh oh oh! }

(I need everybody put your hands up, wave from side to side right quick for me)

Slow down HOV your killin 'em

[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Swizz Beatz)]

Yeah! You would think I was on 'roids

I been hittin so long and I'n a big headed boy

Nah we ain't on HGH

Though I might pick up some weight when I'm runnin through your state

(Runnin through your state!) Nah nah nah we ain't on the clear

We on the runway in back to back Lairs (In the air!)

Yeah Yeah! It's Ms. No More Drama

And Barack Obama rhymers feel honored (Talk to 'em HOV)

I put my life on these tracks

You act like y'all don't wanna p-pay me for the facts

Luckily my therapy is to rap

I just bare my soul I don't expect nothin back (Get it up!)

Your all welcome long as you felt them

I was 'gon get mine you know where the hell I'm from

I'm from the bottom so I do this from the diapers (Stinky!)

Quick fast turn the big apple into cider (Nasty!)

I do this, I'm a writer and a rider

Spew it cause I'm nicer but I do this for the lifers (Tell 'em again Hov!)

I'm a writer and a rider

Spew it cause I'm nicer but I do this for the lifers, your welcome

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige - singing in tune of Slick Rick's "La Di Da Di"]

To all of y'all, keepin y'all in health

Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself

Your ahhhh-lll,.. your ahhhh-ll

Your ahhhh-ll are welcome (Yeah! Now everybody get yo' hands up)

[Swizz Beatz:]

Hands up, hands up, hands up, high!

Hands up, hands up, hands up, high!

[Mary J. Blige (Swizz Beatz):]

Your ahhhh-lll,.. your ahhhh-ll

Your ahhhh-ll are welcome (Slow down HOV Your killin 'em!)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z (Mary J. Blige) {Swizz Beatz}]

Yeah yeah, you probably never see again

(Uh-ah!) Somebody so deadly via the pen (No never no)

Viva Hovito bandito muy bien

Big up to Biggie and Pac, I do it for them

Until I rich Kaleek, I do it for him

Do it for those who can't do for self do to the pen

May these bars reach through your bar

And ma, when Mary sing it heals your heart {Hands up! }

God so Lisa Stansfield you are

Love Is A Battlefield we all get scarred {OH! }

AH! I put my heart into this

This is much more than marketed music

The reason I got a market to do this

As there's people goin through pain I'm just walkin 'em through this

(I'm here for you) This ain't no marketed music

People goin through pain I'm just talkin 'em through it, your welcome

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige - singing in tune of Slick Rick's "La Di Da Di"]

To all of y'all, keepin y'all in health

Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself

Your ahhhh-lll,.. your ahhhh-ll

Your ahhhh-ll are welcome (Yeah! Now everybody get yo' hands up)

[Swizz Beatz:]

Hands up, hands up, hands up, high!

Hands up, hands up, hands up, high!

[Mary J. Blige (Swizz Beatz):]

Your ahhhh-lll,.. your ahhhh-ll

Your ahhhh-ll are welcome (Slow down Mary your killin 'em!)

[Verse 3: Mary J. Blige (Swizz Beatz)]

If it wasn't for your love it would all be a dream

And you made our dreams come true

That's why y'all don't need to thank us

Cause we do this all for you (Talk to 'em Mary!)

We know what you were goin through

Because we were goin through it too

When no one seems to understand

We were always there to hold your hand

[Verse 4: Jay-Z (Swizz Beatz)]

Sure I taught you 'bout watch brands and watch bands

I also said watch the man hoppin out of vans (WOO!)

I ain't only teach you about Efizel

I told you how to fish and not let other n****s feed you, your welcome

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige - singing in tune of Slick Rick's "La Di Da Di"]

To all of y'all, keepin y'all in health

Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself

Your all are welcome, your all are welcome, your all are welcome

[Outro: Swizz Beatz - *beatbox scratching*]

Now everybody say, M-*juva*-J-*erva*-B

*Eh-uh-eh-evra* H-*erra*-O-*evra*-V

*Eh-uh-eh-evra* M-*juva*-J-*erva*-B

*Eh-uh-eh-evra* H-*erra*-O-*evra*-V

Now-now-now-now-now-now-now

Knock 'em out the box, k-k-k-knock 'em out the box (Mary!)

Knock 'em out the box, k-k-k-knock 'em out the box (HOV!)

Knock 'em out the box, k-k-k-knock 'em out the box, (Swizzy!)

Knock 'em out the box, k-k-k-knock 'em out the box (Individuals!)

HEY! (Get it up!) HO! (Get it up!)

HEY! (Get it up!) HO! (Get it up!)

HEY! (To the left!) HO! (To the right!)

HEY! (To the left!) HO! (Good night!)

Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night!

Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night!

Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night!

Good night! Good night! Good night! Good night!