1. _ Song Cry
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.. And more 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.. more free lyrics |
2. _ U Don't Know
[Jay-Z]: Turn my music high, high, high, high-yer You don't know what you do Sure I do I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em And bullets'll follow 'em and, it's so much coke that you could run a slalom And cops comb the shit, top to bottom They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street, homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones, ya brains are now blown all over that brown Broham One slip, you are now gone Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell But when the shells come, you better return 'em All scars, we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em, like the back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of vans Wear a G on my chest, I don't need that, but damn This ain't sewn outfit, homes, homes is about it Was clappin' the flamers before I became famous But playin' me, y'all shall forever remain nameless (You don't know what you do) I am Hov Sure I do I'll tell you the difference between me and them They tryin' to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, 40 million more You are now lookin' at the 40 million boy I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R-O-C (You don't know what you do) That's were you're wrong I came into this muthafucka hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grindin' G-packs Put the shit in motion, ain't no rewindin' me back Could make 40 off a brick, but one rhyme could be that And if somebody would've told 'em that Hov would sell clothing Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them, I smartin' up, open the market up One million, two million, three million, four In 18 months, 80 million more Now add that number up wit' the one I said before You are now lookin' at one smart black boy Mama ain't raised no fool Put my anywhere on God's green Earth, I'll triple my worth, muthafuckas (You don't know what you do) I will not lose Put something on it, I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the coupe wit' the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders Dick face, get ya shit straight, fucka, this is Big Jay, I (haha) (You don't know what you do) Will not lose ever Fucka [*Music to fade*] more free lyrics |
3. _ Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix)
"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" more free lyrics |
4. _ Izzo (H.O.V.A.)
Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing... (girls singing) H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A... Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...HOVE! Thanks for comin' out tonight You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me I appreciate that...uuunnnh... H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was herbin' em in the home o' the turbans Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so greasy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me Therefore he doesn't exist So poof...vamoose son of a bitch CHORUS H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP! Holla at me... I do this for my culture To let 'em know what a nigga look like...when a nigga in a roaster Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures Industry shady it need to be taken over Label owners hate me I'm raisin' the status quo up I'm overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks CHORUS Yeah... Hove is back, life stories told through rap Niggaz actin' like I sold you crack Like I told you sell drugs...no... Hove did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats Smokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law So you know I seen it all before I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two things I hate Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A What else can I say about dude, I gets bizzay CHORUS (girls singing) H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A... (4x to fade out) more free lyrics |
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5. _ Renagade
[Jay-Z]
Motherfuckers, say that I'm foolish
I only talk about jews (bling bling)
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it
See I
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6. _ Takeover
C'MON!! Woo!! [Jay-Z]: R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin' ths rap shit B-Mac, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit [Verse 1]: The takeover, the break's over, nigga The god MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey lil' soldier, you ain't ready for war R-O-C to strong for y'all It's like bringin' a knife to a gun fight, pen to a test Chest in the line of fire wit' ya thin-ass vest You bringin' them boys to men, how could boys, Po, win? This is grown man B-I, get rolled in a tree-a, biatch Your reach ain't long enough, dunny Peeps ain't strong enough, fucka Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggas'll kidnap ya baby, spit at ya lady We bring knife to fist-fight, kill ya drama We kill you muthafuckin' ants wit' a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to you, dunny, 'cause I over do it So you won't confuse it with just rap music [Chourus 1]: R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit M-Ezzy, we runnin' this rap shit The Broad St. bully, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out!! We run through y'all) [Verse 2]: I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little fuck, I got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin' weight, back in '88 You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya Then you dropped Shook Ones, switched ya demeanor Well, we don't believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the class 'Cause nobody could read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Trust me on this one, I'll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul They'll have to hold a mask, put ya body in a hole NO! You're not on my level, get ya braids tweeked I sold whatcha whole album sold in my first week You guys don't want it wit' Hov, ask Nas, he don't want it wit' Hov NO!! [Chorus 2]: R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit B. Sigel, we runnin' this rap shit M-Ezzy, we runnin' this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it O & Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin' this rap shit (Watch out!! We run through y'all) [Verse 3]: I know y'all missin' on the FAME But along with celebrity comes 'bout 70 shots to ya frame, nigga You a LAME, You's the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads Went from Nasty Nas to Esco's trash Had a spark when you started, but now you just garbage Fell from top 10 to not mentioned at all 'Til your bodyguard's Oochie Wally verse better than yours (oochie wally wally, oochie wally wally) Matter of fact, you had the worse flow on the whole fuckin' song But I know, if the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why you're LAME, career's come to an end It's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga, you ain't live it, you witnessed it from ya folks' pad You scribbled in ya note pad and created your life I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor Then I heard ya album 'bout ya tec on the dresser So yeah, I sampled ya voice, you was usin' it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a coin, nigga, you was gettin' fucked then I know who I paid, god, Searchlight Publishing Use your BRAIN, you said you've been in it 10, I've been in it five Smartin' up, Nas Four albums in 10 years, nigga, I can divide That's one every, (ummm) let's say two Two of them shit's was do One was... naaahh, the other was Illmatic That's a one hot album every 10 year average And that's so LAME, nigga, switch up ya flow Your shit is garbage, what? You tryin' to kick knowledge? Y'all niggas gon' learn to respect the king Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you know who (who), did you know what (what) Wit' you know who (yeah), just keep that between me and you, nigga [Chorus 1] [Verse 4]: A wise man told me, "Don't argue with fools," 'Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who So stop with that childish shit, nigga, I'm grown Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's not for play I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmick I will end it, all that yack will be finished You are not deep, you made your bed, now sleep Don't make me expose to the folks that don't know you Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels Tinkle-toes, you breakin' my heart Can't fuck wit' me, go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga You only get half a bar, FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS! (C'mom!) more free lyrics |
7. _ Hola' Hovito
[Intro - Jay-Z]: J-A-Y (uh, uh-huh, uh, uh) (Oooh, oooh) It's the hawk I'm talkin' about right here, Timbo (Oooh, oooh) (Es Jay-Hovito) I can't be stopped with a hawk like this, smell me? (Uno, dos, tres, cuatro) [Verse 1]: Say HOLA HOVITO That's what they sayin' when I ROLL UP wit' MY PEOPLE My music bangin' like Vatos Locos, got rap in a chokehold And I won't surrender it wit' - beats by Timbaland CALLATE LA BOCA, my baby all I wanna do is stroke ya All crazy, my - dick game is vicious, insane adventures Mami keep comin' back 'cause mami came vicious Catch Hov' in a drop, nasty thang, lane-switchin' Once you turn ya neck for a sec, ya dame's missin' MUJANDO, PUJANDO, the cops is comin' Got that rap patrol behind yo', and get to runnin' I'm unstoppable HOV, untoppable FLOWS I'm the compadre, the Sinatra of my day Old Blue Eyes, my nigga, I did it my way Y'all not rollin' wit Hov? Then hit the highway [Chorus x 2]: Hola Hovito, Hola Hovito Yeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin' Put it down for my PEOPLE! [Verse 2]: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Naw, I don't fuck around, stay on my J-O Hov been about that doe since I was a day old Oh, push Pinico if I need to for the root of evil Was born in the belly, that's the way streets breed you One life to live, notice you get no sequel So I truly got to live this like my last movie Six oooh-ey, jewels drippin', big tuli I ball for real, y'all niggas is Sam Bowie And wit' the third pick, (uh) I made the Earth sick MJ, him Jay, fadeaway perfect I rhyme sicker than every rhyme-spitter Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic because my mind's quicker I'm a 88, a 9-6, unreasonable doubt Temper short, don't take much to squeeze you out Yeah, you shinin', but the only thing you leavin' out... You're a candle in the sun, that shit don't even out [Chorus x 2] [Verse 3]: Hold up, naw muh'fuckas Y'all muh'fuckas better run to the post office And get a job, muh'fuckas A star, muh'fuckas 'Cause Jay's been the only one eaten thus far Sub-par, muh'fuckas Naw, even though y'all hate, I still love y'all muh'fuckas Friend or foe, y'all all my muh'fuckas If you haven't heard, I'm Michael, Magic and Bird All roled in one, 'cause none got more flows then Young Plus got more flows to come And if I ain't better then BIG, then I'm the closest one So move over, hoes, chose Hova My food for thought's so hot it give you dudes ulcers Drove us, roadsters, hoes is - gettin' in wit' me Livin' like they supposed ta Watches, chain, front row at the game Sold out arena, all screamin' my name, c'mon! [Chorus x 2] [*Music to fade*] more free lyrics |
8. _ Never Change
[Intro - Jay-Z]: (Never, never, never, never change) I'll never change, this is Jay, everyday (I'll never change) I'll never change, this is Jay, everyday (I'll never change) I'll never change, this is Jay [Verse 1]: I am a - Roc representer (oh) Summer to winter (oh), dead or alive 24-7, 365, one CD, 360 pies What's up to E and Kurt, welcome home Natash Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours We run streets like drunks run street lights We collide wit' life as we speak We knee-deep in coke, we keep deep in ice We flood streets wit' dope, keep weed to smoke We all fish, better teach ya folk Give 'em money to eat, the next week he's broke 'Cause when you sleep, he's reachin' for ya throat Word on the skreet (street), ya reap what ya sew Not out of fear, but love, love for the game Roc family first, we never change [Chorus]: (Never, never, never, never change) I'm still fuckin' wit' crime 'cause crime pays (I'll never change) Out hustlin', same clothes for days (I'll never change) I'll never change, I'm too stuck in my ways (who you know like Hov?) I'll never change (Never, never, never, never change) I'm still fuckin' wit' crime 'cause crime pays (I'll never change) Out hustlin', same close for days (I'll never change) I'll never change, I'm too stuck in my ways I'll never change [Verse 2]: What's up to my Miami and St. Thomas connects I'll never metion your name, I promise respect Death before dishonor, correct? Yup That's what you promised me, since the baller league Along with, if we stay strong, we can get paper longer than Pippen's arms Plead the fifh when it comes to the fam I'm like the dog, I never speak, but I understand Where my dogs at? Where my soldiers at war? Where ya balls at? WHOA, gotta pause that (whoa) Lost 92 bricks, had to fall back Knocked a nigga off his feet, but I crawled back Had A-1 credit, got more crack From the first to the fifth, gave it all back If - I'm not a hustler, what'chu call that? This is before rap (before), this is all fact (fact) I'll never change [Chorus] [Verse 3]: Fuck, the streets robbed my, wasn't educated probably But fuck y'all, I needed money for Atari Was so young, my big sis' still playin' wit' Barbie Young brother, big city, eight million stories Old heads taught me "Youngin, walk softly," Carry a big clip that'll get niggas off me Keep coke and coffee, keep money smellin' mothy Change is cool to cop, but more important is lawyer fees (uh) That's how it is now (uh), that's how it always be (uh) I'll never change this is always me From the womb to the tomb, from now 'til my doom Drink only from one cup, pass it around the room That's the ritual (yup), Big Ran, I ain't forget you, fool And all that bullshit you tryin'-a get through This is Crew Love, move music or move drugs Rival crews get ya black suits up I'll never change [Chorus] This is Jay, everyday Who you now like Hov, nigga? more free lyrics |
9. _ All I Need
[Intro - Jay-Z]: It's the Roc Woo!! My gear is right (check) My bucket is low (check) My Roc-A-Wear's fittin' correct [Verse 1]: Fuck it I guess I got my swagger back Mama that said I killed her man, well guess I got the dagger back It's the Roc, bastards, we are back in the heezy Jiggaman, B. Siges and M-Ezzy Oschino & Sparks and Freeweezy (holla) Mickey, Mallory, Chris & Neef, hey All I need is the love of my crew, the whole industry can hate me I plug my way thru And all I need is a chick to hold the jimmy like, Meth and Mary Like Marvin and Tammy, uh, now understands we can't be stopped From blowin' swisha sweets outta candy drops Like the Underground Kings, ridin' dirty A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?) Young niggas, y'all can't hurt me, better watch and observe me And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar I set fire to ya empire, I blow smoke in ya face Burn rubber off ya rim tires Yes I-a, J I-a double G-A, live wire, nigga, holla back [Chorus 1]: All I need Roc-A-Wear (check) Nike gear (check) Mean bucket (uh-huh) Armadil' in the club, couple of 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 of loot (got those) A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way, c'mon [Verse 2]: All I need in this world of sin, is me and my girlfriend (haha) I got a little two-two, I call her Peggy Sue When I'm off in the club, she fit right in my shoe Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case A clown wanna flip, gotta reach for my bitch Y'all wanna act out a movie? I could give you a clip (buck, buck) But no ad-libin' nigga, stick to the script Now all I need is a high-price lawyer 'cause it's foul ways nowadays Everybody saw you and they comin' to court too I thought you knew, can't even steel on a nigga, muh'fuckas'll sue In this time and age, what's real muh'fuckas to do When I'm surrounded by squeal muh'fuckas like you? The real niggas don't fret 'cause the number one crew R to O to the C's comin' true [Chorus 2]: All I need Roc-A-Wear (check) Nike gear (check) Mean bucket (uh-huh) Armadil' in the club, couple of duckets (yeah) Couple chicks by my side, let's ride (woo!!) All I need That new coupe (got that) A doo-rag and a pocket full of loot (got those) A sunny day, some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way, listen [Verse 3]: The cream too long, my team too strong Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone Y'all niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on Ya whole block deserted, y'all fiends are gone (bye-bye) The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith Got fiends throwin' up on themselves like Willie Beamen (heh heh) Any given Sunday, gunplay's optional Havin' niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you want it) Whoever got hops get block, go the hole (woo!) Dikembe Mutombo of this rap shit Plus the jab is zig, and the zag quick Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six Now run along wit' ya lil' ass hits Read my rapsheet, nigga, three classics Shut ya bumba, got A-Rod numbers All you munaskunks 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 doe on the D.A.'s desk And I flee scot free and peep P. on the steps He's got no respect No law a-governin', why you fuckin' wit' him? Matter of fact, why you fuckin' wit' them? All y'all need is the R-O-C, baby [Chorus 2]: [Jay-Z]: All I need Roc-A-Fella Records Freeway, Oskino & Sparks, Chris & Nique (all I need) Mickey & Mallory, Broad St. Bully, M-Extra Money, haha Young... H to the IZZO, Clue, Rell (uh-huh) Yeah, yeah, all I need more free lyrics |
10. _ Girls, Girls, Girls
[jay-z]
Course i love you.. i love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
[biz] i love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, i do adore
[jay] yo put your number on this paper cause i would love to date ya
Holla at ya when i come off tour, yeah
[jay-z]
I got this spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron plus marricon
Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home
I'm like, "un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo
I got this black chick, she don't know how to act
Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap
She like, "listen jigga man, i don't care if you rap
You better - r-e-s-p-e-c-t me"
I got this french chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's bo derek, wear her hair in a twist
_ma cherie amore, tu es belle_
Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell
I got this indian squaw the day that i met her
Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather
She said all you need to know is i'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be chief lots-a-dough
Now that's spanish chick, french chick, indian and black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn i'm gettin fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetitite for destruction but i scrape the plate
I love
[tip] girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh)
Girls, i do adore
[jay] yo put your number on this paper cause i would love to date ya
Holla at ya when i come off tour
[tip] i love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[jay] i come scoop you in that coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon
[jay-z]
I got this young chick, she so immature
She like, "why you don't buy me reeboks no more?"
Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor
Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla
Got a project chick, that plays her part
And if it goes down y'all that's my heart
Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the narcs, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean
Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene
God damn she's fine but she parties all the time
I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick
She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick
She gives me extra pillows and seat back love
So i had to introduce her to the mile high club
Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model
That means i fly rough early, plus i know tae-bo
That means i'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef
But i never have a problem with my first class seat
I love
[rick] girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, i do adore
[jay] yo put your number on this paper cause i would love to date ya
Holla at ya when i come off tour
[rick] i love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[jay] i come scoop you in that coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
[jay-z]
I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house
A hypochondriac who says ouch before i whip it out
Got a chick from peru, that sniff peru
She got a cousin at customs that get shit through
Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shit
Crazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgets
Got this chinese chick, had to leave her quick'
Cause she kept bootleggin my shit - man
I got this african chick with eddie murphy on her skull
She like, "jigga man, why you treat me like animal?"
I'm like excuse me ms. fufu, but when i met your ass
You was dead broke and naked, and now you want half
I got this ho that after twelve million sold
Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleepin on hov'
Gotta tie the back of her head like deuce bigalow
I got so many girls across the globe..
[biz] i love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, i do adore
[jay] yo put your number on this paper cause i would love to date ya
Holla at ya when i come off tour
[tip] i love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
[jay] i come scoop you in that coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
[rick] i love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, i do adore
[jay] yo put your number on this paper cause i would love to date ya
Holla at ya when i come off tour
[jay]
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls..
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11. _ Heart Of The City (Ain't No Love)
[Verse 1]: Uh, uh, listen First the Fat Boys break up, now everyday I wake up Somebody got a problem wit' Hov What's up? Y'all niggas all fed up 'cause I got a little cheddar And my records' movin' out the store Young fucks spittin' at me, young rappers gettin' at me My nigga BIG predicted this shit exactly Mo' money, mo problems, gotta move carefully 'Cause faggots hate when you gettin' money like athletes Youngins ice-grillin' me, oh, you not feelin' me? Fine, it cost you nothin', pay me no mind Look, I'm on my grind cousin', ain't got time for frontin' Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs Damn, little mans, I'm just tryin'-a do me If the record's two mill', I'm just tryin' to move three Get a couple chicks, get 'em to try to do E Hopefully they'll menage before I reach my garage I don't want much, fuck, I drove every car Some nice cooked food, some nice clean draws Bird-ass niggas, I don't mean to ruffle y'all I know you waitin' in the wing, but I'm doin' my thing, where's the love? [Chorus]: Ain't no love in the heart of the city (I said where's the love?) Ain't no love in the heart of town (Yeah) [Verse 2]: Now The Fugees gon' break up, now everyday I wake up Somebody got somethin' to say What's all the fuckin' fussin' for? Because I'm grubbin' more? And I pack heat like I'm the oven door? Niggas pray and pray on my downfall But everytime I hit the ground, I bounce up like roundball Now I don't wanna have to kill soundball Don't wanna have to cock back the four-pound ball Look scrapper, I got nephews to look after I'm not look at you dudes, I'm lookin' past ya I thought I told you cats that I'm not a rapper Can I live? I told you in '96 that I came to take this shit and I did Handled my biz, I scrambled like Randall wit' his Cunningham, but the only thing runnin' is numbers, fam Jigga held you down six summers, damn, where's the love? [Chorus]: Ain't no love in the heart of the city (Niggas, where's the love?) Ain't no love in the heart of town (holla at me) Ain't no love (take 'em to church) in the heart of the city (uh, uh, uh) (My nigga where's the love?) Ain't no love in the heart of town [Verse 3]: Fuck, now Richard Pryor gon' burn up And Ike and Tina Turner break up Then I wake up to more bullshit You knew my before records, never disrespected me Now that I'm successful, you pull this shit Nigga, I'll step on ya porch, step to ya boss Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin' to all of y'all Males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female trait What, you mad 'cause you push dimes and he sell weight? Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates Haha, and more baggies, why you all aggie? Nigga, respect the game, that should be it What you eat don't make me shit, where's the love? [Chorus]: Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm (Where's the love?) Hmmm, hmmmm, hmmm Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love in the heart of the city Ain't no love in the heart of town Ain't no love more free lyrics |
12. _ Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise)
[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] more free lyrics |
13. _ The Ruler's Back
[Intro - Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh Woo!! (woo!! woo!! woo!!) I am back, niggas (woo!! woo!! woo!!) Ha, ah, ah, ah, ah (Uh-oh) Woo!! Woo!! Ladies and gentlemen... H to the IZZO I wanna thank everybody out there for their purchase Surely appreciate it What you're about to witness is my thoughts Just my thoughts, man Right and wrong, just what I was feelin' at the time Uh, you ever felt like this? Vibe wit' me, walk wit' a nigga Just vibe wit' me [Verse 1]: Yo, gather 'round hustlers, that's if you still livin' And get on down to that old Jig' rhythm Here's a couple of jewels to help get you through ya stint in prison Or ribbon in the sky, keep ya head high I, Young Vito, voice of the young people Mouthpiece for hustlers, I'm back, muthafuckas (woo!!) Your reign on the top was shorter than lepraucans Y'all can't fuck wit' Hov, what type of Ex' y'all on? I got great lawyers for cops that dress warm Charges don't stick to dude, he's teflon I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred I'm not guilty, now gimme back my bread Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you I'm on TV everyday, what the fuck could I go through Plus, Hov don't run, Hov stand and fight Hov's a soldier, Hov been fightin' all his life So, what could you do to me? It's not new to me Sue me, fuck you, what's a couple of dollars to me? But you will respect me, simple as that Or I got no problem goin' back I'm representin' for the seat which Rosa Parks sat in Malcolm X was shot in, Martin Luther was popped in So off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on 'cause the driver of the mission is a pro [Chorus - Jay-Z] The ruler's back Uh, I am back, niggas Yeah, yeah, turn the muthafuckin' music up The Ruler's back I am back, niggas Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo!!) [Verse 2]: Well in these times, well at least to me There's a lot rappers out there tryin' to sound like Jay-Z I'll help you out, here's what you do You gonna need a wide lens 'cause that's a verr big shoe And you got a couple of Beans and don't have a Clue The situation is Bleek I'm-a keep it real 'cause, fuckin' wit' me You gotta drop Amil 'cause if you gonna cop somethin' You gotta cop for real Not only talk it, you walk like it From the bricks to the booth, I could predict the future like Cleo the psychic You can't date skeeos and wife it (uh-uh) And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices So whatcha life is? We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off Y'all muh'fuckas check ya tires Off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on because the driver of that Bentley is a bro [Chorus] [Jay-Z]: Now, bounce, c'mon, bounce Bounce, c'mon, bounce (uh, uh) Bounce, c'mon, bounce This my thoughts ladies and gentlemen Just what I was feelin' at the time You know what I mean? [*Music to fade*] more free lyrics |
14. _ Blueprint (Momma Loves Me)
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.. more free lyrics |
15. _ Girls Girls Girls
[*Girl speaking French*]: Gitaudeax, Jay-Z (gitaudeax, Jay-Z) [Intro - Jay-Z]: Of course I love you I love all y'all, haha (oh baby) Haha, for real (oh baby) Huh [Slick Rick, Q-Tip & Biz Markie](Jay-Z) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls I do adore {Yo, put ya number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour) [Verse 1]: Yeah, I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam So she call me cavarone 'cause my, he gone Said she likes to cook rice, so she likes me home I'm like "Un momento, mami, slow up ya tempo," I got this black chick, she don't know how to act Always talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap She like "Listen Jiggaman, I don't care if you rap, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me," I got this French chick that loves to French kiss She thinks she Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist My cherie amore, tu-a-belle Mercy, you fine as fuck, but you givin' me hell I got this Indian squad, the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she wit', red dye in her feather She said "All you need to know is I'm not a ho, and to get wit' me you better be Chief Lots-A-Doe," Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black That's fried chick, curry chicken, damn, I'm gettin' fat Arroz con pollo, french fries and creps, an appetite for destruction But I scrape the plate I love... [Chorus - Slick Rick & Q-Tip](Jay-Z) Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls I do adore {Yo, put ya number on this paper 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe (I come scoop you in that coupe, sittin' on deuce-zeros Fix ya hair, bring the mirror, let's roll) [Verse 2]: I got this young chick, she so immature She like "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?" Like to show-out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Gotta toss a couple dollars just to shut up her holler Got a project chick, that plays her part And if it goes down, y'all, that's my heart Baby girl so thorough, she been wit' me from the start Clear my drugs from the NARKS, hid my guns by the car I got this model chick that don't cook or clean But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong wit' ma, she's always on the scene Got damn, she's fine, but she parties all the time I get frequent-flyer milege from a stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she thick She gives me extra pillows and seat-back love So I had to introduce her the Mile High Club Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model That means I fly rough early, plus I know Taebo That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef But I never have a problem wit' my first class seat I love... [Chorus 2 - Slick Rick](Jay-Z) Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls I do adore {Yo, put ya number on this paper 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe (I come scoop you in that coupe, sittin' on deuce-zeros Fix ya hair, bring the mirror, let's roll) [Verse 3]: I got this paranoid chick, she scared to come to the house A hypocondriac who says ouch before I whip it out And a chick from Peru, that sniff coo-coo She got a cousin at Customs that gets shit through Got this weed head chick, she always catch me doin' shit Crazy girl, wanna leave me, but she always forgets Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick 'Cause she kept bootleggin' my shit (man) I got this African chick wit' Eddie Murphy on the skull She like "Jiggaman, why you treat me like animal?" I'm like "Excuse me Miss Fufu, when I met ya ass, you was dead broke and naked, and now you want half?" I got this ho, that after 12 million sold, mami's a narcolyptic Always sleepin' on Hov Gotta tie the back of her hair like Deuce Bigalow I got so many girls across the globe I love... [Chorus - Biz Markie](Jay-Z) Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls I do adore {Yo, put ya number on this paper 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour) [Q-Tip](Jay-Z) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe (I come scoop you in that coupe, sittin' on deuce-zeros Fix ya hair, bring the mirror, let's roll) [Slick Rick](Jay-Z) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls I do adore {Yo, put ya number on this paper 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour) [Jay-Z](*Biz Markie beat box in background*) I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls more free lyrics |
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