1. _ D'Evils
This shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak We're all trying to win, but then again Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too much You know they're trying to get you touched Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the mechanics And the workings of the underworld, granted Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot Life ills, poison my body I used to say 'fuck mic skills,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on all the evils that the game'll do It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils... We used to fight for building blocks Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing The closest of friends when we first started But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced So I kept feeding her money 'til her shit started to make sense Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleep All the years we were real close Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were still close Don't cry, it is the (beat?) In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils... My flesh, no nigga could test My soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses The exorcist, got me doing skits like Homie You don't know me, but the whole world owe me Strip! Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fucking life So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly But now this higher learning got the Remy in me Liquors invaded my kidneys Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me I can't be held accountable, D'Evils beating me down, boo Got me running with guys, making G's, telling lies that sound true Come test me, I never cower For the love of money, son, I'm giving lead showers Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to die And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'Evils... more free lyrics |
2. _ Feelin It
[Chorus:] I'm feelin it fill the glass to the top with Moet Feelin it feel the Lex pushin up on the set I'm feelin it through the high that you get from the lie Feelin it if you feel it raise your l in the sky [Verse 1:] I keep it realer than most I know your feelin it Cristal on ice I like those toes I keep spillin it Bone crushers I keep real close I got the skill for this On my back the fliest clothes lookin ill and shit Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a bitch And then you die but for now life close your eyes and feel this dick Since diapers had nothin to live for like them lifers but Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher We paid the price to circular success they turned my mic up I bout to hit these niggas that'll light they life up If every nigga in your clique is rich your clique is rugged Nobody before cause everyone would be each others crutches I hope you fools choose to listen I drop jewels bust it These are the rules I follow in my life you gotta love it Jiggy jigger lookin gully in the joint If y'all niggas ain't talkin 'bout large money what's the point? [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Even if it ain't sunny hey I ain't complainin I'm in the rain doing a buck 40 hydroplanin what shorty (Where you disappear son?) Maintainin puttin myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in I'm livin the ill streets blues got you hunger painin Nothin to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin fool I'm thorough in every boro my name be ringin Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and Ya Feelin it? to all the girls I bought the girdle to conceal my bricks No doubt they can vouch my life is real as shit 95 south and poppy on the hill and shit And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed wit shit And all the thorough ass niggas that I hustle wit Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit These fake rappers cant really know I'm lovin it ya feelin it [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] What y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay high? The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch I keep it tight for all the nights my mom prayed I'd stop Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot Those nightmares mom Those dreams you say you got give me the chills But these mils make me hot y'all feel me Enough to stop the illin right? But at the same time these dimes keep me feelin tight I'm so confused OK I'm gettin weeded now I know I'm contradicting myself Look I don't need that now It just once in a blue moon when there's nothin to do and The tension's too thick for my sober mind to cut through I get disownin me and the chick goin to the island we're bonin I free my mind sometimes I here myself moanin Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone man It got me goin shit [Chorus x3] more free lyrics |
3. _ 22 Two's
[people clapping] Yo whassup everybody this is Mariah Davis, Mad Wednesday's we here tonight to have a good time ("Yo! Start the show! Start the show!") Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z Jay-Z, Dam Deass let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X] Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X] Well I'm gone... check this out Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission Doin your best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances No question; Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block, too many times Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck That's 22 too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean? Shall I continue? Check it out, what? Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) [repeat 3X] Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons If you could catch Jay right, on the late night without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen adminster pain, next the minister's screamin your name At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket feelin sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin" You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty Mines thinkin longevity until I'm seventy Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what? Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me? ("Oooooooooooh!") Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight) Now this is comin on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six (no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know you've been havin a lot of problems with the law But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100% Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime (Hah, thanks a lot) Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute Ace, turn that music down I smell some reefer, now you see? That's why, our people don't have anything Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly ("Hey shut the fuck up!") Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up? Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records... more free lyrics |
4. _ Regrets
Stress Sunshine, geyeah I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsin with my peoples high to GM, from a remote lo-cation in the BM, scopin the whole situation like, "Dayamm!" Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul are half closed, I put the key in Pulled off slow, hopin my people flee-in Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in Coppers was watchin us through nighttime binoculars This time they got us on tape, exchangin dope for dollars Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna Prayin my people bailed out like Time/Warner Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets This time... stress... givin this shit up... fuck [Chorus One:] This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets On the, rise to the top, many drop, don't forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets And through our travels we get seperated, never forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets As sure as this, Earth is turning souls burning in search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction My moms cryin cause her insides are dyin her son tryin her patience, keep her heart racin A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit but it's this game love, I'm caught up all in it They make it so you can't prevent it, never give it you gotta take it, can't fake it I keep it authentic My hand got this pistol shakin, cause I sense danger like Camp Crystal Lake and don't wanna shoot him, but I got him, trapped within this infrared dot, bout to hot him and, hit rock bottom No answers to these trick questions, no time shit stressin My life found I got ta live for the right now Time waits for no man, can't turn back the hands once it's too late, gotta learn to live with regrets [Chorus Two:] You used to hold me, told me that I was the best Anything in this world I want I could posess All that made me want is all that I could get In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets... (when I was young) [repeat 2X] I found myself reminiscin, remember this one when he was here he was crazy nice with his son I miss him, long as I'm livin he's livin through memories He's there to kill all my suicidal tendencies In heaven lookin over me, or in hell, keepin it cozy I'm comin life on these streets ain't what it's supposed to be Remember Newton, mutual friend well me and him feudin On your life I tried to talk to him But you know niggaz, think they guns can stop foe niggaz Frontin like they're, Big Willie but really old niggaz Hoe niggaz, this year I'm sho' niggaz think I'm slippin I'm bought to send you a roommate, no bullshittin for my hustle's goin too well to hit him You was right niggaz want you to be miserable wit em Anyway, I ain't tryin to hear it, I think I'm touched this whole verse I been talkin to your spirit, a little too much [Chorus One: repeat 2X] Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A-Fella y'all more free lyrics |
5. _ Coming of Age
ft. Memphis Bleek [Jay-Z] Yeah... Come experience... life as we know it As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah Place, Marcy, Brooklyn Actions... well, y'all know the actions Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin to honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils He wanna, run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear then it's just enough for re-up again I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's to Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael where I'm from, just them niggaz who banned from a gun We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on [Chorus: Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek] It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) [Memphis Bleek] I'm out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up in the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name I'm out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better like my man reclined in plush leather seats He's sellin weight, I'm sellin eight... balls sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all I ain't gon' sweat him I'ma let him come to me If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see I'm tired of bein out here round the clock and breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay I'm stayin fresh, so chickens check I'm tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes to the Jets Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum and stunned I'm waitin for my day to come I got the urge, to splurge, I don't wanna lifetime sentence just give me the word [Chorus] [JZ] Hey fella I been watchin you clockin [MB] Who me holdin down this block it ain't nothin You the man nigga now stop frontin [JZ] Hahahh I like your style [MB] Nah, I like YO' style [JZ] Let's drive around awhile [MB] Cool nigga [JZ] Here's a thou' [MB] A G? I ride witchu for free I want the longterm riches and bitches [JZ] Have it all; now listen to me You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit the same [MB] On the low? [JZ] Yeah, the only way to blow You let your shit bubble quietly [MB] AND THEN YOU BLOW! [JZ] Hey keep your cool The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand Then you play your cards [MB] Then he through dealin I understand [JZ] Don't blow your dough on hotties [MB] The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts and won't break em for nobody! [JZ] Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you can start [MB] From now until death do us part... [Chorus 2X] more free lyrics |
6. _ Friend or Foe
check one check two, you know what to do primo, cold crush when i give it to you friend or foe yo, state your biz ya tend to dough, ah , there it is me, i run the show, oh, and these kids don't like nobody commin around here fuckin wit they doe for shit you enterprisin though, and i like it but fuck with the big dogs though, i gotta bite ya, look, its out of my hands and you gettin money round here, its not in the plans so hop yo ass out of that van, head back to kansas i'm sendin niggas back up in campuses chance is slimmer than that chick in calvin klien pantses let me guess, they said it was money round here and the rest is me stoppin you from gettin it, correct? sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel i'll take care of that , you'll see, now please give me the room key you're twitchin, don't do that, you makin me nervous my crew, well, they do pack, them niggas is murderous so would ya, please put your hand back in sight they don't like to see me nervous you can understand that, right? you draw, better be picasso, y'know the best cause if this is not so, ah, god bless you leave me no choice, i leave you no voice believe me son i hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done now calm your boys, cause i'm findin it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise get the point, i'll let ya go, before ya leave,i guess i aughta let you know, i need those keys and promise you never, no matter the weather evaevaevaevaevaevaevaevaeva come around here no mo' more free lyrics |
7. _ Politics as Usual
You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin No waitin I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble kids stop they greetin me, I'm talkin sweet to keys Cursin the very God, that bought this wreath to be My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices and fools that think I slip, you fuck around you get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy on some I-do-or-die shit, for real The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and just think, with this here, I'm tryin to feel made nig-ga Politics as us-ual... I took my Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some VS somethins I can live with, stop frontin And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised No disrespect to you, make sure you word is true I'm takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off You ain't seen money in your life, when it comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice A smokin bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please Ten year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used with the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face youse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga Politics as us-ual... You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin Low in the leather Zion, the best that's ever came The game changes like, my mind just ain't right We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your night Suckin me in like a vacumn, I remember tellin my family I'll be back soon, that was December Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later got me wise still can't break my underworld ties I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot Got matchin VCR's, a huge Magnavox to nitch, green like spinach pop wines that's vintage It's a lot of big money in my sentence Hittin towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that chick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat Ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin the drawers from droppin, the law from watchin, I hate em Politics as us-ual more free lyrics |
8. _ Ain't No Nigga
Stress
Sunshine, geyeah
I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person
I don't wanna see em, so i'm rehearsin
With my peoples high to gm, from a remote lo-cation
In the bm, scopin the whole situation like, "dayamm!"
Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am
But one of these buyers got eyes like a korean
It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul
Are half closed, i put the key in
Pulled off slow, hopin my people flee-in
Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in
Coppers was watchin us through nighttime binoculars
This time they got us on tape, exchangin dope for dollars
Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna
Prayin my people bailed out like time/warner
Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner
Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner
Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind
How can i ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets
This time... stress... givin this shit up... fuck
Chorus one:
This is the number one rule for your set
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
On the, rise to the top, many drop, don't forget
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
This is the number one rule for your set
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
And through our travels we get seperated, never forget
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
As sure as this, earth is turning souls burning
In search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction
My moms cryin cause her insides are dyin
Her son tryin her patience, keep her heart racin
A million beats a minute, i know i push you to your limit
But it's this game love, i'm caught up all in it
They make it so you can't prevent it, never give it
You gotta take it, can't fake it i keep it authentic
My hand got this pistol shakin, cause i sense danger
Like camp crystal lake and
Don't wanna shoot him, but i got him, trapped
Within this infrared dot, bout to hot him and, hit rock bottom
No answers to these trick questions, no time shit stressin
My life found i got ta live for the right now
Time waits for no man, can't turn back the hands
Once it's too late, gotta learn to live with regrets
Chorus two:
You used to hold me, told me that i was the best
Anything in this world i want i could posess
All that made me want is all that i could get
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets... (when i was young)
(repeat 2x)
I found myself reminiscin, remember this one
When he was here he was crazy nice with his son
I miss him, long as i'm livin he's livin through memories
He's there to kill all my suicidal tendencies
In heaven lookin over me, or in hell, keepin it cozy
I'm comin life on these streets ain't what it's supposed to be
Remember newton, mutual friend well me and him feudin
On your life i tried to talk to him
But you know niggaz, think they guns can stop foe niggaz
Frontin like they're, big willie but really old niggaz
Hoe niggaz, this year i'm sho' niggaz think i'm slippin
I'm bought to send you a roommate, no bullshittin
For my hustle's goin too well to hit him
You was right niggaz want you to be miserable wit em
Anyway, i ain't tryin to hear it, i think i'm touched
This whole verse i been talkin to your spirit, a little too much
Chorus one: repeat 2x
Roc-a, roc-a, roc-a, roc-a-fella y'all
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9. _ Can I Live
Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know? Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation, we 'come addicted Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin But we feel we have nothin to lose so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right What do you bring to the table? While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days a brother gotta admire from four fiends away My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie At the time it never bothered me, at the bar gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me lack of respect for authority, laughin hard Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation for dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily explain why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin The INXS rental, don't be fooled my game is mental We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into? Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables meet me by the one that starts a G up This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live? Can I live? My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease we buy the whole care, as you should My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it balls to steam, it comes to it we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this True this, history school us to spend our money foolish Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of gettin cream let's do this, against T-D-S So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me stressed right? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all more free lyrics |
10. _ Can I Live II
ft. Memphis Bleek [Jay-Z] Geyeah, y'all nigaas finished yo Is y'all niggas finished Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all finished Can I live, huh Can I live, Joe your bein' stingy with the music bin yo [Jay-Z] Yo, yo...yo, I blacks out, I pulls the mack out Scream "Whats that about," then I clap out I get my plot on, in my drop on Through the rotten, dont even hate on those who hate me I got popped on, feelin' it (feelin' it) Chickens are ice grillin' it Cops pullin' it over, Jigga react militant Speed off, officer told me to turn the beat off I turned it a level higher, then return the devils fire I'm raised different, reactin' situations Niggas lay stiff and, rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows create criminal O's Sing along if you with me, til the end of the road I'm cynical when in the view of the public And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in interviews The percentage who dont understand is higher than the percentage who do Check yourself, what percentage is you? Can I live For all my niggas with all white airforce ones and black guns, stack ones yo Can I live For all my chicks, pigeons, hoes stand bow legged like the bulldog, know what I mean, huh? Can I live To all the ce-lo champs, two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll heads yo Can I live To all my niggas who drink hennesy straight, cop mix tapes, and sell weight niggas [Jay-Z] I got the feds sending me letters 'cause I'm schooling the youth But they cant lock me down 'cause my tool is the truth Yeah I sold drugs for a living, thats a given Why is it? why dont y'all try to visit the neighboorhoods I lived in My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central Where cops lock you more than try to defend you I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth And all I see is life cycle just repeatin' itself Ran into shorty boppin' down the ave On his way to clockin' mad then He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said [Memphis Bleek] Aiyyo theres money I there I just gotta have When I catch up to these feinds I'm'a knock 'em on they ass Not to brag, sometimes I look at life and laugh How I think about school and it taught me not a ??? When I backed out, let one one, let the barrel turn Holla at you faggots that its my block to burn That credit you dead it, I know heads gettin' annoyed and knew all About a dope feind before reading donald goings Flipping boying, using the right cut One thing thats fucked up is bad dope that I cant pump This slab gotta re-up and rebag, blend it in with the raw Bubble it fast cop more, once I get it I got it I lock it Nobody pop shit, selling twenties on my block bitch For some blacktop shit What you want nigga, what you want nigga What you want, what you want nigga Can I live... To all my niggas that hold coke and they bubble coat Tryin' to win in the construction Timbs yo Can I live... Yo USA, all my chicks that strip, boo's, go to the store with the dewey pins still in All my chicks with the credit card scams, two kids, one job, and no man All my chicks gettin' that washing set with their welfare check All the mommies dame besa, alright? All my niggas rockin' them fifty cats, tryin' to get at this rap Know what I mean? All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no licenses, I like that shit, I'll see y'all All my niggas at St. Pauls after they say some fucked up shit Rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Rockafella forever yo Uhh, Major Coins, yeah, uhh huh Memph Bleek nigga more free lyrics |
11. _ Bring It On
Chorus:
"presidents to represent me" --> nas "get money!"
"i'm out for presidents to represent me" "get money!"
"i'm out for presidents to represent me" "get money!"
"i'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (whose...)"
Rock... on, roc-a-fella y'all
The saga continues
Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras
To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme
By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?
Factions from the other side would love to kill me
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat
Fuck em, we hate a nigga lovin this life
In all possible ways, know the feds is buggin my life
Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up
On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up
I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back
Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back
That made him smile though his eyes said, "pray for me"
I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully
Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
And i ain't got nothin but time
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
Close range, never touched me, divine intervention
Can't stop i, from drinkin mai-tai's, with ta ta
Down in nevada, ha ha, poppa, word life
I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, i was crazy straight
Potnah, i'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what?
Chorus
Geyeah, know what? i'll make..
You and your wack mans fold like bad hands
Roll like monopoly, ad-vance you copy me
Like white crystals, i gross the most
At the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish to
The dead presidential, canidate
With the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend you
In due time when crime fleas my mind
All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine
But until then i keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin brilliant
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
Long as the villian win
I spend japan yen, attend major events
Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin
J-a-y hyphen, controllin, manipulatin
I got a good life man, pounds and pence
Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench
Catch me swinging for the fence
Dead presidents, ya know
Chorus
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it
The soviet, the unified steady flow
You already know, you light i'm heavy roll, heavy dough
Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow
Like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
Pay five dead it from blow, better believe i have
Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like tae-kwon
Jay-Z the icon, baby, you like dom, maybe this cristal's
To change your life huh, roll with the winners
Heavy spenders like hit records: roc-a-fella
Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected
From chips to chicks just drivin a lexus
Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung
We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it done
Crime family, well connected Jay-Z
And you fake thugs is unplugged like mtv
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual
Bla-ouw!
"dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (whose...)"
"dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (whose...)"
"dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (whose...)"
"dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (whose...)"
Chorus 2x
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12. _ Brooklyn's Finest
[Jay-Z]
Yeah...
Come experience... life as we know it
As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah
Place, marcy, brooklyn
Actions... well, y'all know the actions
Uhh, i got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks
He likes the style and profile i think he wanna mock
He likes the way i walk, he sees my money talkin
To honies hawkin i'm the hottest nigga in new york and
I see his hunger pains, i know his blood boils
He wanna, run with me, i know this kid'll be loyal
I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear
Then it's just enough for re-up again
I see myself in his eyes, i moved from levi's
To guess to versace, now it's diamonds like liberace
That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like michael
Where i'm from, just them niggaz who banned from a gun
We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green
I can help shorty blow out like afro-sheen
Plus i can relive my days of youth which is gone
That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on
Chorus: Jay-Z and memphis bleek
It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown)
Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground)
It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot)
Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two)
[memphis bleek]
I'm out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up
In the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name
I'm out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better
Like my man reclined in plush leather seats
He's sellin weight, i'm sellin eight... balls
Sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all
I ain't gon' sweat him i'ma let him come to me
If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see
I'm tired of bein out here round the clock
And breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay
I'm stayin fresh, so chickens check
I'm tryin to step up to the next level, pushin vettes to the jets
Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum
And stunned i'm waitin for my day to come
I got the urge, to splurge, i don't wanna lifetime sentence
Just give me the word
Chorus
[jz] hey fella i been watchin you clockin
[mb] who me holdin down this block it ain't nothin
You the man nigga now stop frontin
[jz] hahahh i like your style
[mb] nah, i like yo' style
[jz] let's drive around awhile
[mb] cool nigga
[jz] here's a thou'
[mb] a g? i ride witchu for free
I want the longterm riches and bitches
[jz] have it all; now listen to me
You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame
Ten thou' or a hundred g keep yo' shit the same
[mb] on the low?
[jz] yeah, the only way to blow
You let your shit bubble quietly
[mb] and then you blow!
[jz] hey keep your cool
The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand
Then you play your cards
[mb] then he through dealin i understand
[jz] don't blow your dough on hotties
[mb] the only thing i got in this world is my word and my nuts
And won't break em for nobody!
[jz] hah, i like resume, pick a day, you can start
[mb] from now until death do us part...
Chorus 2x
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13. _ Can't Knock the Hustle (feat. Mary J. Blige)
I'm makin short term goals,whonder whether foes just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy high stakes, i got more at stake than philly shoppin sprees, copin three, duece fever i guess its fully loaded, ah yes, bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha 50 g's to the crap shooter, niggas can't fade me chrome socks beamin, through my periphial i see ya schemin stop dreamin',i leave ya body steamin niggas is feenin, whats the meanin i'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine-in my cuff runnin over with hundreds im one of the best niggas that done it six digits and runnin, y'all niggas don't want it i got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco swear to god, don't get it fucked up [Mary j. blige(chorus)] takin out this time to give you a piece of my mind (cause you can't knock the hustle) but though you think you are baby one day you'll be a star that scene out of state where i drop my slang i'm deep in the south kickin up top game bouncin on the highway switchin 4 lanes screamin through the sun roof money ain't a thang your worst fear confirmed, me and my fam roll tight like the firm gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn why play with fire, burn we get together like a choir to acquire what we desire we do dirt like worms produce g's like sperm til legs spread like germs i got extensive hoes, with expensive clothes and i sip wine, and split ends exposed but y'all don't know...... yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustle [Mary J.Blige] but until that day then i'm the one whose crazy cause thats the way ya makin me feel (cause you can't knock the hustle) i'm just tryin to get mine, i don't have the time to knock the hustle for real y'all niggas lunchin, punchin a clock my function is lo make much 'n' lay back munchin sippin remy on rocks, my crew somethin to watch nothin to stop un... ...stoppable scheme on the ice, i gotta hide your crew i gotta let you niggas know the time like movado my motto, stack rocks like colorado bottle off the champagne, cristals by the bottle its a damn shame what ya knot though me slick like i got though (who?) fuckin Jay-Z pops knew exactly what he did when he made me tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what straight banana's can a nigga, see me got the US Open, advantage jigga serve like sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus (netigra???), son you're to eager you ain't havin it? good, me either lets get together and make this whole world believers at my araignment, screamin all these blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even thievin, as long as i'm breathin can't knock the way a nigga eatin fuck you even [Mary J. Blige] takin out this time to give you a piece of my mind but though you think you are baby one day you'll be a star but until that day then i'm the one whose crazy cause thats the way ya makin me feel, i'm just tryin to get mine, i don't have the time to knock the hustle for real more free lyrics |
14. _ Dead Presidents II
[Chorus:] "Presidents to represent me" --> Nas "Get money!" "I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" Rock... on, Roc-A-Fella y'all The saga continues Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme By the ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat Fuck em, we hate a nigga lovin this life In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process and I ain't got nothin but time I had near brushes, not to mention three shots close range, never touched me, divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what? [Chorus] Geyeah, know what? I'll make.. you and your wack mans fold like bad hands Roll like Monopoly, ad-vance you copy me like white crystals, I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish to The dead presidential, canidate with the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend you In due time when crime fleas my mind All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin brilliant I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in Long as the villian win I spend Japan yen, attend major events Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin J-A-Y hyphen, controllin, manipulatin I got a good life man, pounds and pence Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench Catch me swinging for the fence Dead Presidents, ya know [Chorus] Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's to change your life huh, roll with the winners Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected from chips to chicks just drivin a Lexus Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it done Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure Dead presidentials, politics as usual Bla-ouw! "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" [Chorus 2X] more free lyrics |
15. _ Can't Knock The Hustle
[Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
What it is player?
You player, it's all about you
How you gon' say that man
If i had your hand i'd turn mine in
Far as i'm concerned, if i had your hand, i cut mines off
Hah man, you know man, i'm just dealin that hoe money
You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money
Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch
This this is what you tell her
Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot
Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, i talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry
Like a hymen, when i'm rhymin with remarkable timin
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like december
Smoother than persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nigga jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like i'm rappin em through platinum teeth
I got the grey poupon, you been warned
Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
The don, smell of dom on my breath as i
Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
As if you didn't know, jay's about gettin dough
Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
Honies hum in melody when i, rub it like crystal
The proper ettiquette, when i drop the subject verb
Then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite
I'm solid gold, i rap like a mink stole
I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know
From new york, to paris, the vocal style vary
From nice to deadly like a bad bag of d, now
Notice, the child swift like a locust
Focus on the loc' i be the greatest nigga that wrote it
Return of the jedi, from rio degenero
Worn da red eye, yet i, still feel the need to be fly
I did die when i'm rappin then slide like satin
You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet
I never cry if i did i'd cry ice
From my nigga sauce, i hit you with this advice
Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
And the only time you love em is when your dick hard
Whoooh! that's cashmere baby
Nah, you know, that's just laid back man
Man, shit, j to the a to the y to the z
Yeah baby
Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be
Cashmere baby
Don't get no hotter than that
Sho' you're right
Them niggaz know
Check it out, check it out
Ghettoes, errol flynn, hot like heroin
Young pimps is sterile when i pimp through your burough in
I gotta keep your tricks intact
Cause i walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man
The star player, the golden bar layer
The sweet ms. fine thing puh-layah, sho' yo right
I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night
Go tell your peeps dawg i'm lethal til it ain't right
I pimp hard on a trick, look
Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot
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16. _ Brooklyn's Finest (feat. Notorious B.I.G.)
[Pain In Da Ass] [*gunshots*] OKAY, I'M RELOADED!!! You motherfuckers, think you big time? Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time! Here come the "Pain"! [*gunshots*] [Jay-Z] Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga) Nigga, how you figure... (how you figure) Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh) The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh) and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that witcha.. [Notorious B.I.G.] .. hit ya, back split ya Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related Most hate it.. [Jay-Z] .. can't fade it While y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin soft on him What's ya name? [Notorious B.I.G.] .. Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet Tryin to push 700's, they ain't made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix (Who?) Motherfucker! [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin out for all Marcy - that's right - you don't stop Bed-Stuy.. you won't stop, nigga! [Jay-Z] What, what, what? Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me? I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV (Jigga) Jay-Z [Notorious B.I.G.] .. and Bigga baby! My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches from 62's, gem stars, my moms dishes Gram choppin, police van dockin D's at my doors knockin [Jay-Z] What? Keep rockin No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit the fuck back with them pistols, blazin Hot like cajun Hotter than even holdin work at the Days Inn with New York plates outside Get up outta there, fuck your ride [Notorious B.I.G.] Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank Wright Leave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right) Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me You're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin me So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place and here's six shots just in case (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Crown Heights...) You don't stop (Brownsville...) You won't stop, nigga! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where we from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Bushwick...) You don't stop (Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggaz! [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah For nine six, the only MC with a flu Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms Stay out my way from here on (CLEAR?) Gone! [Notoriuos B.I.G.] Me and Gutter had two spots The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin "Too Hot" If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two-Pac's Get it? .. Tu-pac's [Jay-Z] Time to separate the pros from the cons The platinum from the bronze That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz A S1 diamond from a eye class don A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?! Brook-Nam, sippin on [Notorious B.I.G.] Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya Mad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya (Hah, what the fuck?) [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Flatbush...) You don't stop (Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (East New York...) You don't stop (Clinton Hill...) You won't stop, nigga! {*"Is Brooklyn in the house?"*} [Outro] Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A. Superbad click, Brook-lyn's Finest, you re-wind this Represetin BK to the fullest more free lyrics |
17. _ Cashmere Thoughts
[Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat] Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah What it is player? You player, it's all about you How you gon' say that man If I had your hand I'd turn mine in Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealin that hoe money You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch this this is what you tell her Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot [Jay-Z] Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned Cause all beef return well done filet mignon The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now notice, the child swift like a locust Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero Worn da red eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet I never cry if I did I'd cry ice From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice Life's short, so play hard and stick hard and the only time you love em is when your dick hard Whoooh! That's cashmere baby Nah, you know, that's just laid back man Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z Yeah baby Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be Cashmere baby Don't get no hotter than that Sho' you're right Them niggaz know Check it out, check it out Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in I gotta keep your tricks intact Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man The star player, the golden bar layer The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night Go tell your peeps dawg I'm lethal til it ain't right I pimp hard on a trick, look Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot more free lyrics |
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