1. _ Pussy
[Chorus (Jay-Z)]
The power of the P-U-S-S-Y,
Thatz why every mutherfucka in the world dress fly.
Every baller
that can afford it they cop the best ride, for the power of the P-U-S-S-Y.
(Let's have some fun)
The power of the P-U-S-S-Y, thatz why niggaz get they hair cut, try to dress fly.
Every baller that can afford it he cop the best ride.
For the Power of the P-U-S-S-Y.
[Jay-Z]
I-I know this girl we call her Sweet Cooch Brown.
Hands down mami had the bombest pussy in town.
One dip in the girl pool, thatz all it took.
One sample of the snappa and ya ass was whooped.
Have you buyin Gucci sandals matchin pocketbooks.
Blowin up her beeper, ringin her phone off the hook.
Ball playaz they spent money, rappers they spent time.
All the while both claimin that they never spent a dime.
Buisness guys you were victimised.
Have 'em payin rent on condos in a Miami High Rise.
They ask her, "Who pussy's this?"
Look her right in her eyes. |
2. _ Naked
Baby, what we gon' do? I need you to talk to me, c'mon [R. Kelly] Suddenly, I feel the need - to pull you close to me But I don't know, if it's what you want, baby Girl show me some kind of sign that tells me that you're, miiiine, all mine, baby It's gettin awfully warm, off in this room I'm gettin head up off yo' sweet perfume and I'm ready, to explore, every part of you Girl I'll take my clothes off first, then now you Ooooooooooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo baby Baby.. tonight we'll be, naked Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh, ooooooooh I'll take a stroll through your garden of love and show you so so much Just take my hand, and believe, in our fu-ture Gettin you open like matchin doors Sheets and covers on, the floor And if the bell should ring, we won't answer Girl I'll take my clothes off first, and now you Wanna tell, what I want from you Baby tonight I wanna see you naked So dim the lights Baby tonight I wanna see you naked I wanna see you tonight Baby tonight I wanna see you naked Oh babe, oh babe, yo' body's the reason for sight Baby tonight I wanna see you naked Ohhh-ohhh, naked more free lyrics |
3. _ Honey
[Intro: Jay-Z] Uh, its the boy Jay-Z, and the boy R. Kel The best of both worlds, please believe it Brookland, Chi-Town, to all the beautiful ladies in the world Dedicated to TT my niece, everybody in the world, talk to 'em Kel That's right, Tone this is mean and vicious man, so mean and vicious Rockland, Roc-a-Fella, the best of both worlds, come on [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Lord forgive me I'm ballin' out of control Got the spirit of a hustler pouring out of my soul Mami I love you but ain't no stopping my stroll If you wanna be down with me you gotta rooolll Like a roll and if my side of the bed gets cold You gotta know that I'm out chasin' doooough I'm ain't stunting these hoes Stunting my growth if I fuck 'em I'm fleeing them I need something to hold Then I'm home to you I might roam like a cellular phone But I never leave you alone I Solemnly swear, I was married to the block before I met you It's still a part of me there but I Solemnly swear, I try but it's in my blood Pumping yay since I was yay high I'm in love with the life So except me for the bastard that I am You're still in love with me right? [Chorus: R. Kelly] Baby I can't figure it out Said you pussy tastes like honey But I can't stop huggin' the block All night tryna get this money Stuck between these two worlds What I'm gonna do with both these girls Two main squeezes in separate cities Both found out man, shit ain't pretty Stuck between these two worlds What I'm gonna do with both these girls Hard to choose between her and these streets Cuz the game keeps calling me [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Baby girl had me off my grind, off my clock I would often find I was off my block Couldn't keep her off my mind, my balls were shot They never thought that a pause or stop Was in my pores to push rock raw Take a lost rebound like Bo Outlaw, I'm so outlaw Got a hunger for this game, but keep that on the low Like a one against the grain Got the sun against my brain A girl in my ear I like her for her I'm a dig into this shit, I like it like I like her Sometimes I can't figure it out I'm in love with the life but she's sticking it out She know wanna hug kisses keep a nigga in the house Lock down while his niggas is out (out) [Chorus X2] more free lyrics |
4. _ Green Light
[Jay-Z] Who da fuck can stop us niggaz, it's gangsta niggaz It's gangsta! Woo! It's gangsta nigga! All g-g-gangsta nigga, uhh! [R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go [R] Go go, go-go-go, go [J] You got the green light to drag your motherfuckin mink [R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go [J] Throw your pinkie ring high in the motherfuckin air [R] Go go, go-go-go, go [J] Drop your top, c'mon! [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)] Now I done told y'all niggaz once before y'all don't know who you fuckin wit Y'all gon' fuck around and make me come up out this music biz (Don't make me..) This just a record deal, y'all motherfuckers been on some shit Bite my style, tryin to get rich, so I decided to flip my shit Bene-fit me like a tight outfit, like Mr. Biggs' about to have a fit It's, a, bout, to, be, some, shit (please believe it) See vin-dawg, and dre-shal, got a nigga real open y'all I see haters peepin me, lookin hard like a pu-ssy Same fight, different round; same circus, different clown Same pussy, different town; assholes how you like me now? Kel' and Jigga, the best of both niggaz Put two heads together, mean mo' figures (ha) Word to Tigger, put me off up in the "Bassment" with the rest of the rap niggaz, watch ratings get bigger I'm a pimp of this music, the tracks be my hoes Sisqo, don't make me kick you out like Devoe Haters left, players right.. green light [R] Go go, go-go-go, go [J] You have the green light to be as pimp as you want to [R] Go go, go-go-go, go [R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go [R] Go go, go-go-go, go [R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go [R] Go go, go-go-go, go [R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go [J] Oh dis gangsta! [R] Go go, go-go-go, go [J] It's so muh'fuckin gangsta! [Jay-Z] Psycho, like no, bitch-ass niggaz don't wanna see the R.O.C. so you creep low Shoot from the line like a free throw With this 'nali of mine like a Pi-co Leave niggaz far behind like a cheap hoe On my grind every time that you see Hov' Yeah I got it, come and get it, green light go (go) Red dot I stop ya, yellow niggaz move slow [Beanie Sigel] Red dot I got 'em, tell that nigga move slow Head shots pop 'em when I let the uz' go He done told fool.. Dunn think Dunn loc'in when a gun smokin Tell Dunn I been gun-totin He don't know he facin death Hockey mask on Jason's step Don't make me pop past your Raisinette You niggaz cow-ass You bullshit, I pull shit, and keep a full clip [R] Go go, go-go-go, go [R] Go go, go-go-go, go [R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go [R] Go go, go-go-go, go [R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go [R] Go go, go-go-go, go [R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go [R] Go go, go-go-go, go more free lyrics |
5. _ Somebody's Girl
[J] The sixty second assassin [R] TrackMastahhhhhhhhhs [J] Turn that music up! [R] Rocklaaaaaaaaand [R] Hovahhhhhhhhh [J] Woo! Yes, yes [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)] Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!) Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh) Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!) Drink that glass of Cris' (that's right) Somebody's girl is at this party (uh) Sittin in V.I.P. Somebody's girl (yeah) is at this party (that's right) And she's comin home with me [Jay-Z] Ummmmmm.. I don't mean no harm But your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' arm Got all the young ladies wanna lean on him And I don't turn them away, I'm like - bring them on Now - where's her man is not my concern It's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin to hurry her out Clear her whole area out And bring this whole party little nearer to my house Now - where's her spouse? I don't know So, I don't ask, I don't probe I just - get in 6, get out on Rov' Let her, sip on Cris', go out on tours Now - back at the lab, I'm actin bad Cause the, pool is warm, a booze is on Just a - select few, the fools are gone It's slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on [Chorus: R. Kelly] Somebody's girl is at this party Shakin that ass to this Somebody's girl is at this party Drink that glass of Cris' Somebody's girl is at this party Sittin in V.I.P. Somebody's girl is at this party And she's comin home with me [Jay-Z] Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rock Hardhead, go through walls like sheet rock And she's comin with me, when the beat stop When the party is done, I party with hon Now - is it my fault you neglect your broad and she wanna party with me, no ex at all? No ex-boyfriend, no ex involved Just the highway exit that we exit off And I - fall back, I let her talk I inquire sometime, I admire her mind I - like her wit, I'm lovin her shoes I'm a alternative rap, I'm playin the blues I'm a thorough street nigga never breakin the rules And her man's shortcomin is turnin me into somethin that of which she has never seen So she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean? [Chorus] [Jay-Z] The moral of the story if you love your bitch you better - hold your hoe, hug your bitch You better - slow your roll, trick some bread When she wanna go out, you like Craig and 'em said "See ya when I see ya," now she's callin me up And I'm like, "Geah, of course I wanna chill" Now she with the real, and you all fed Like, "I'ma crack her motherfuckin fo'head!" [Chorus] more free lyrics |
6. _ The Streets
Dear God.. how can I explain myself? [J] Oh God bless me indeed When I'm so confused [J] Enlarge my territory [J] Place your love and protection over me at all times Help me! [J] Keep me away from evil Somebody answer me! [echoes] [J] Allow me not to cause pain [Jay-Z] Police in the background, screamin put the thing down That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down Si-rens ringin out, old ladies screamin out All this attention for me and I'm barely sixteen now .. it's feelin like a dream now Handcuffed, roughed up, I'm tossed in the bing now I'm lyin next to fiends now, that's the end of the story Let me bring y'all niggaz back to the very first scene now December 4th, a child is born Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on That's how we do it when the man of the house is gone You either, stand or fall, I chose to stand The hawk outside, so I blow my hand It's a cold cold world but I overstand Tryin to stay focused but I feel hopeless damn Can't cope with bein broke, I'm a man - c'mon [Chorus: R. Kelly] Son don't let these streets, get the best of you I will be right by your side, when you goin through Son just don't let it (just don't let it) Just don't let it (just don't let it) Just don't let it (just don't let it) .. get the best of you [R. Kelly] Late one night I was, rollin the streets Just, thinkin about what's goin on with me and trapped in this thug life, tryin to break free but this thug life just keeps callin me I'm livin life way too dangerously I'm drownin in my misery Looked in the mirror, there's my enemy Cause poppa never was a part of me Take one step at a time, mama said Sweet memories still remain in my head All of my life been lied to, misled Voices be like, "Don't you wish you was dead?" No ground to place my feet I feel the fire under me A way out is all I need Somebody, answer me! [Chorus + ad libs] [Jay-Z] Now the only thing left is more spirit to roam free .. cause ain't no goin home for me It's a cold cold world but I blew my hand A true first cause I knew that man I knew what he would do if I didn't draw first And I couldn't stand the thought of my momma steppin foot inside a church All I try to do is try to get up out the dirt Guess he's tryin to do the same, told me get up out his turf I wanted to talk to him, but that shit'd never work We was cut from the same cloth and what was under his shirt was his momma's rent, his young brother's clothes My nephew's food, and with that I suppose .. and with that I froze Now my life is frozen in time behind these iron folds And this story is told, for young soldiers who never choose the life we chose [Chorus + (ad libs)] [R. Kelly] Tears in my eyes as I look up, I'm tryin to hold back my pride but reality is screamin Gotta get a job cause mo-mma also screamin Streets are just like drugs, and it's like I'm out here fiendin Forget all the hits in the industry, cause ain't no exceptions in this game for me, look Neither God or my enemies, I choose God cause he understands, this young man with a thuggish heart Whole world in his hands but still torn apart Like I'm so close, but it's still so far Nightmares of me in a swervin car, ohhh No ground to place my feet (my feet) I feel the fire under me (heyyy) A way out is all I need (all I need) Somebody, answer me! [Chorus + ad libs] more free lyrics |
7. _ The Best Of Both Worlds
[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 more free lyrics |
8. _ Shake Ya Body
[R] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh [Chorus: R. Kelly + (Lil' Kim)] Uh-huh (shake ya body body, move ya body body) Uh-huh (twist ya body body, switch ya body body) Uh-huh (dip ya body body, work ya body body) Uh-huh (any-body body, every-body body) [R. Kelly] Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o Hands in the air-o, holla like echo Tone's in the dub with, Momo and Poke-o Tone be like Kujo, I be like Cecil Fists rockin like "ADRIIIAN!" We come through like "Superfriends!" Tick-tock, tick-tock, it's six o'clock And the party won't stop, bout to hit the IHOP Got twenty inch mirrors rollin under the drop So clap that shit up y'all and make it hot [Chorus] [R. Kelly] New York, Chicago, Atlanta, L.A. Miami crazy like yippie-i-yae Rude boys in the club smokin on hay Smoke the (?) weed, Cali and the Bay Real live niggaz - put y'all hands up Wanna get tossed - drink that liquor Who's got the industry locked - Kelly and Jigga Crack my skull - turn that shit up [Chorus] [R. Kelly] We got honies everywhere Corks off the Cris' poppin everywhere Partyin hard like we just don't care The best of both worlds, that shit ain't fair [Jay-Z] This shit ain't fair I, am, Jay, Hov' Mami shake ya body body, don't hurt no-body body It's me in the God-body, R. Kelly the John Gotti of R&B thug and me I would say I'm probably the hardest rapper to ever cop on poppy and put it in a song, ma how could you go wrong ha? ha? ha? ha? Worse than a armed robbery Know that I'm armed properly, whenever the arm's rocky You can go on clockin me, ain't nuttin gon' stop me High as Allah I be, movin in peace but I move with the piece, so them, dudes in the streets will never remove my piece, ha? ha?, got me Niggaz'll never get me, I never move sloppy Move with the glock-50, got some Tupac with me Let's not test my gangsta, just, raise your glasses Mami, shake ya asses, this is a thug classic [Lil' Kim] Make a hole make a hole and let the Queen come past I come through in the speedboat, with 808's in the glass Push big things here, bet most of y'all crash Back to trainin lightweights, you in the wrong weight class Haters, stay awake, fuck the Harlem Shake We "Slam" dance like Onyx, check my ebonics You got, heat nigga you thinkin we won't blaze? Gotta come hard cause these are the last days When I, do it I do's it, ain't no more to it (word) Ask (?) I puts my back into it From car dealers to Macy's, to cashiers that brace me We train like the Navy for whatever the case may be I pass on the 6, they don't impress me much I want the bulletproof 7 cause the doors lift up They pick the best of all girls, so how y'all sound? I got the best of both worlds, holdin me down [Chorus] [R] Uh-huh! more free lyrics |
9. _ Take You Home With Me a.k.a. Body
[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] more free lyrics |
10. _ It Ain't Personal
[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] more free lyrics |
11. _ Get This Money
[J] Yeah yeah [R] Damn it's hot [J] Like a muh'fucker [R] Yo Jigga [J] Whassup my nigga? [R] Pop that water [J] Fo'schizzle! [both laughing] [R] Yeah [J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon [Jay-Z] Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga (woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..) You better call the muh'fuckin cops This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)] Keys to the Bentley, off to the club Switchin lanes like what the.. Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh But y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her) She, say, she, slick I'm, like, baby, please She, say she's got a man but what's that got to do with me? (f'real) Some chicks like low-key Wrists of, zero degrees I'm, toxic off the Belve' Two strippers, in my hotel suite Fee fie and, foe fum-ah Look out now, here I come-ah For you haters, keepin up trauma Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla) [Chorus: R. Kelly] You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)] Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!) Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go) After that, menage-a-trois And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON) Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!) See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha) Busters wanna hoop with me Wanna run our ways, doin R&B I'll, creep creep, blink blink Cross your ass over, take it from me Fee fie and, foe fum-ah Look out now, here I come-ah Golddiggers, this you gets none of Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla) [Chorus] [Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)] Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz White tank top, cran-apple trim Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems Dice hands 'side both of them Two rolls and I leave with a stack Off to the club, G's in in the back V.I.P. nigga beez like that When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney) I spit this for my riders Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney) Young H-O-V-A And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang You young boyz ain't ready You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel' Yeah it's money, recognize the smell And we up out this bitch, yell [Chorus] [Jay-Z + (R. Kelly)] Gettin that money my nigga Ha ha, ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money) Gettin this money my nigga Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney) It's way too late now.. .. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney) [Chorus + Jay-Z ad libs] [J] Gettin that money my nigga more free lyrics |
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