JAY-Z feat. Amil, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek – You, Me, Him And Her

[Jay-Z]
Told y’all… Dynasty… Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?
Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh
Memph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya heard?
It’s a Dynasty! Who do you believe?

Jigga Man, mo’ better, mo’ cheddar
Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater
Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella
Remember me? The teachers used to fail us
Now it’s mo’ scrilla, hoe killers
Fo’-wheelers, we – gorillas
Oh please feel us – we heat holders
Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn’t still us
The plot thickens, the block clickin
We got the game tied up, stop trippin
Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y’all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh
Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan
The fire I spit burn down Happyland
Social Club, we unapproachable thugs
Non-social, gone postal
Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
like a Don’s supposed to, Shawn
I thought I told you, these ain’t just vocals
Don’t make me take it to the old school
I put holes through your hoes too
through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
Fuck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y’all
Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek..

[Memphis Bleek]
Y’all dudes don’t – get it, come widdit
Fifth loaded with slugs that’ll rest in your fitted
It’s M dot E-M, the Roc be them
Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?
You wan’ press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
I crush your larynx, you talk ’bout us nigga
No obituary, I get it critical
You know Memph’ll hit the pall bearer liftin you
When I cock the plastic, make ‘em drop the casket
When it’s hot, I’m blastin, it’s the Roc, you bastards
Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah
Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c’mon
Spit acid, c’mon
Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggaz wanna front and get jumped
Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga, we are, the supreme squad
You can dream hard but reality is
we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
puff the green raw, we as real as it get
We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
Bitches don’t talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh?
Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap

[Beanie Sigel]
R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop
From tower to mind pop, I move out stop
Shower your mind block, move out with glocks
Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up
Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
Competition, linin ‘em up
Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime ‘em up
You want, drama what? Well silence it up
Since a young buck, violent as fuck
Wettin me dog, the high will do it; I used to wild off embalmin fluid
I send niggaz to the trauma unit
Forty-five or the nine’ll do it
I fuck around and have your moms go through it – I’m a beast!
Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
when they motherfuckin peeps hit
But I don’t cease nuttin, I decease som’un
I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som’un
Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y’all
Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right

[Amil]
Yo, A to the M-I, feminist
Holdin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
Am I, gon’ run or stay, can I
get away no you can’t can’t I surrendi?
And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot
In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di

[Jay-Z]
Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y’all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh

JAY-Z – Who You Wit

Uh-huh, yeah hah
Never sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y’all
Never sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peoples, feel me on this one
Peoples, feel this
Never sprung huh? Know my style

I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don’t matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can’t Knock your Hustle for real, exotic bitches
I’m game tight, see it all through the platinum french
braids with the french name in the same night
Pull you and your tight friend
lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in
You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
Sexier than a Lexus car
Match wits with the best of y’all the rest of y’all
is like veg-etables in my presence, check it
Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg
Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs
Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
Get money like I’m down South Wednesday the 3rd, it’s on

[chorus]
Dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit
Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick
More O’s than you know exist, bitch who you wit

Can’t scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em
Chicks dream on him trick cream on him
Lose it when dudes think it’s just music
Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em
Sex around the way girls down to meet eyes
I’m somethin every girl gotta have like Levi’s
Ya quita, me got more, see I ball
You can love me or hate me, either or
I’ma stay widdit, rock the custom drop Bentleys
Never eat at Denny’s and party like Lil Penny
can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave
just as quick, indian give, ha-hah
Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap
like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I’m havin that
you be the same chick when you leave me
the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit

[chorus]

You know the move’s major, never minor
cause when you a true player, they never find ya
We takin trips abroad with chicks from afar
Down in the grill in the Villa gettin hilla
Never know em at the resort, readin to ride with us all
Checkin out this new wine, inhalin the cork
Million miles from the puddles the rainy days the tussles
Reign in ways to hustle, so we won’t get caught
Had beef of all sort but I turned it around
Chose my steps more wisely, I’m learnin the ground
I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound
Now it’s million dollar deals, straight turnin em down
Roc-a-Fella make or break me, til death do us
Won’t be in your right mind, you ever step to us
Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there
Then I realized that it didn’t make sense there
Backtrack, show me where the cash at, and plus
frivilous beef, please, we lookin past that
Y’all can gossip while we learnin the world
Drop the hot shit never returnin your girl, it’s on

[chorus (repeat 4X)]

Beyatch!
Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia
Recognize, realize, it’s on
Roc the block, ahh
Laughin, it’s on

JAY-Z – Where I’m From

Uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah
ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah
How real is this, how real is this
Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check

[Verse One:]
I’m from where the hammer’s rung, New’s cameras never come
You and your man’s hung in every verse in your rhyme
where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don’t walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn’t fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up Tompkins and sought them dudes to trust
I don’t know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us
I’m from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime’s unforgetable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, So everything you said you’d do
You did it, Couldn’t talk about it if you ain’t lived it
I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who’s the best MC’s, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other’s throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R’s
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
I’m from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I’m from Marcy son, just thought I’d remind y’all

[Chorus: 5x]
Cough up a lung, where I’m from, Marcy son, Ain’t nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I’m Brooklyn’s own

[Verse Two:]
I’m from the place where the chruch is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to god so long that they Atheist
Where you can’t put your vest away and say you’ll wear it tomorrow
Cause the day after we’ll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday
I’m a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place well
Where the Liqour Store’s and the base well
And Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic themselves
Where we call the cops the A-Team
cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies
So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, god strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
We’ll never know
One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let ‘em know
Mistakes ain’t exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain’t done
Cough up a lung, where I’m from, Marcy son, ain’t nothing nice

[Chorus 4x]

[Verse Three:]
I’m from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen
I’m up the block, round the corner, and down the street
From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet
We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat
Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with
Three dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit ‘em with trips
And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this
This time around it’s platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y’all can’t do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, That’s how they fool thugs
Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood

[Chorus 4x]

JAY-Z feat. Beanie Sigel – Where Have You Been

[Beanie Sigel]
Damn how am I gonna say this shit?
hey… hey dad, yeah it’s your boy
remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap

I remember being kicked out the house
’cause I looked just like you
Said I’d be nothing but a crook
just like you
The niggaz in the hood was shook
Where the just like you
‘Cause all they said was little whitey look
I’m just like you
But dog I can’t see it at all, shit
We never kicked it at all
We never pitched or kicked at a ball
dog, you never taught me shit
how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat
none of that sorts of shit
Nigga you was an abusive pops
fuck you left me out to dry, stuck
gotta teach news to box
gotta teach news to bop
and that aint the half of it man
I gotta teach news to block
It’s about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)
sit down let me tell you ’bout your fatherless sons
how they grew to be men and father they sons
father they daughters
nigga, you left a fatherless daughter
I never follow your orders
nigga you make me sick
pussy you could….ooh
how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind
I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom
I ‘member that day you showed me that gat, that 9
put it in my palm when I was young
and said that would be mine, you turned me out
the reason why I hit the block
reason why I tried to hit them cops
reason why I started hittin shots
reason why I started gettin licked
and drinkin syrup and skippin court
ginger bread man never think of gettin caught
look at your hand man damn you fought
nigga you left my mom
left us with no good-bye’s
you left us out to dry
you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies
no digits numbers was unlisted
you left us with some of my loneliest night
nigga some of my hungriest nights
shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin)
damn we used to think money was white
yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant
we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps
and to think you was my pop,
man i gotta stop shit

[CHORUS]
[Female:] Daddy, Where Have You Been?
[Beanie:] And when you come home, you got us here all alone
[Female:] Mommy, Where Daddy Went?
[Beanie:] You always stick up for him
Always said you’d make up for him
[Female:] Mommy, What Happened Then?
[Beanie:] What was you cheatin on him?
Why he’s always beatin’ on you?
[Female:] Daddy, Where Have You Been?
[Beanie:] Nigga, you gonna hear me out

[Jay-Z]
I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)
wanted to talk just like him (word)
often momma said I look too much
and I thought just like him (it could happen)
wanted to drink Miller nips
and smoke Newports just like you
but you left me, now I’m goin to court just like you
I would say “my daddy loves me and he’ll never go away”
bullshit, do you even remember December’s my birthday?
do you even remember the tender boy
you turned into a cold young man
with one goal and one plan
get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one
always short with the income
always late with the rent
You said that you was comin through
I would stay in the hallway (waitin)
always playin the bench (waitin)
and that day came and went
Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain
but I’m stronger and trust me I will never hurt again
will never ask mommy “why daddy don’t love me?
Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?
Mommy why is your eyes puffy?”
please don’t cry everything’ll be alright
I know it’s dark now, but we gon’ see the light
It’s us against the world
we don’t need him, right? (right)
mommy drivin 6′s now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)
I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now
we doin real good
we don’t miss you now
see how life twists around, fucker?

[CHORUS]

[fade out... sound of staticky LP turning]

JAY-Z – 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]

JAY-Z feat. Babyface, Foxy Brown – Sunshine

[Jay-Z]
What, tssh, y’all, what
Jigga, uhh uhh uhh, uh-huh
Pa-pa, uhh, pa-pa, uhh
The G, Roc-A-Fella y’all

Who be, in a Japanese restaurant, eating sushi
Drinking saki, it’s me, and my mami with the doobie
Cutie, smellin like Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing
For now, let’s call her Suki, got me this booty bangin
Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance
A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy
Tits Firm like Nature, Foxy, Nas and AZ
Truly reason to bug the toolie and keep laced in jewelry watch me
Girlie tried to lure me and lock me you gotta get up early
Cause who’s gettin played is not me
“Surely you jest,” she said, “if you thought I was purely
out for the bucks you woulda bucked stuck and dropped me”
I said maturely, “You right
but better safe than sorry, but for the lovebirds
can move to the suburbs, I need to double check your story
To make sure that you one of a kind
And you deserve to be my Sunshine”

[Chorus: Babyface (variations not listed except for first time)]

Touch me with, a heart of gold (uh-huh)
I can’t go a day without my sunshine (uh-huh) ahh-haaa (say what? uhh)
Touch me with, a smile of gold (yeah)
I can’t go a day without my sunshine, sunshine (uhh, uhh, uhh)

[Jay-Z, (Foxy Brown)]
A year gone, and she seein things most chicks only
hear in songs (uh-huh) keep in gear phenom
Lots of ice in the air, round the neck the charm (that’s right)
Risked a four to life bid to keep that shit on her arm
Keep her impressed at all times, cats would love to creep (uh-huh)
just to say they crept with mine, slept with mine, she said

[Foxy Brown, (Jay-Z)]
I ain’t deaf nor blind, niggaz stressin
Hatin cause they less than mine, they wanna sex me
We chose each other, you actin like you chose me
They oppose you then, they oppose me
We could creep at a low speed, the gat in the hosiery
Double cross you they got to triple cross me
(I’m thinking that’s the way it’s supposed to be) Uh-huh
(One more thing:
If I ever go broke, would you hit the block for me?) Fo’ sho’
(She replied, eyes open wide) Uhhhh
(Put that on everything?) I put that on my life
(Right)

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z, (Foxy Brown)]
If I needed would you, give me your kidneys? (Uhh, uhh, fo’ sho’)
Catch a case you catch it with me? (Mmm, fo’ sho’)
Pawn your jewlery to come get me? (You better know)
Catch me with a chick, forgive me? (Uhh, now that, I don’t know)
They spread rumors, will you defend me, tooth and nail? (Uh-huh)
They try to frame me, will you be there, till the truth prevail? (uhh)
(But would you be the same dude, when you blow the roof off sales
that you was, throwin rocks, at the Roof at 12, nigga?)
This is the truth I shell, till the loot gets frail
I put this on my nephews, from the smallest to La’Velle
Me and you ballin, from the heavens, or the hell
Won’t let you hit the ground if I’m fallin myself
Now picture me leavin you in this cold world, rollin for delf
It’s me and you in this old girl, we takin the belt
From the lows, to the highs, to the foes we shine
Just continue to be my Sunshine (uhhh)

[Chorus 2X]

JAY-Z – 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]

JAY-Z – Roc Boys (And The Winner Is…)

And the winner is Hov…my man? SPEECH!

First of all I wan’ thank my connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher whoever made the stash
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling I’m feeling life
Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly you, the customer

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Kanye West)]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I’m feeling life
You don’t even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
(We in the house, hou-, hou-)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I’m chilling, I’m killing this ice
You don’t even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
(We in the house, hou-, hou-)
(We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY)

Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don’t know the feeling when them things get across
Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
Drop got no top, you on the top floor
Pink Rosay, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling yay
Niggas got less steps then Britney
That means it ain’t stepped on, dig me?

[Chorus (with overlapping 3rd verse towards end)]

Red Porsches, rare portraits
Red glocks if you dare come near the fortress
This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses
Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I’m around
Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs
Mazel tav, it’s a celebration bitches, la heim
I wish for you a hundred years of success but it’s my time
Cheers, toast to crime
Number one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme

[Chorus x3]

Sweet, let that ride out!
Bring the horns back in, yeah
This is black super hero music right here baby
American Gangsta
Taking flight, coming to a town near you
Soon as I touch down I just want ya’ll to start playing the horns like…
Hovies home…Lukey baby
Hahahahaha…ow!

JAY-Z – 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

JAY-Z – 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

JAY-Z – Lucifer

Lucifer, dawn of the morning!
I’m gonna chase you out of Earth
Lucifer, Lucifer, dawn of the morning…
(I’m from the murder capital, where we murder for capital)
Lucifer, Lucifer, dawn of the morning!
I’m gonna chase you out of Earth
(Kanyeeze you did it again, you’re a genius nigga!)
Lucifer, Lucifer, dawn of the morning…
So you niggas change your attitude
For they asking what happened to you

[Verse One]
Lord forgive him
He got them dark forces in him
But he also got a righteous cause for sinning
Them a murder me so I gotta murder them first
Emergency doctors performing procedures
Jesus
I ain’t trying to be facetious
But “Vengance is mine” said the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on deaths door
Breathing off res-por-rators
for killing my best boy, HATERS
On perminate hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz
Flya the Sanna Lathan
Pumping “Brown Sugar” by D’Angelo
In Los Angeles
Like an evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters
Paying your ties being good Catholics
I’m coming

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Yes
This is Holly war
I wet you all with the Holly water
Spray from the Hetckler Koch auto
Matic all the static shall cease to exist
Like a sematical I throw a couple at you
Take six
Spread love to all of my dead thugs
I’ll pour out a little Louie ’til I head above
Yes Sir
And when I perish
The meek shall inherit the earth
Until that time it’s on a poppin Church
Like Don Bishop
The fifth upon cock either
Lift up your soul or give the Holly ghost please
I leave ya in somebody’s Cathedral
And stunting like Evil Kenevil
I’ll let you see where that bright light lead you
The more you talk the more you irking us
The more you gonna need memorial services
The Black Albums second verse is like
Devil’s Pie please save some dessert for us

Man I gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these Devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
They won’t be happy ’til somebody dies

Man I gotta get my soul right
‘For I’m locked up for my whole life
Everytime it seems it’s all right
Somebody want they soul to rise
(I’ll chase you off of this Earth)

[Verse Three]
I got dreams of holding a Nine milla
To Bobs killer
Asking him “why?” as my eyes fill up
These days I can’t wake up with a dry pillow
Gone but not forgotten Holmes I still feel ya
So… curse the day that birthed the bastard
Who caused your Church mass
Reverse the crash
Reverse the blast
And reverse the car
Reverse the day, and there you are
Bobalob
Lord forgive him we all have sinned
But Bobs a good dude please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge
Please blame it on the sun of the mourning
Thanks Again

JAY-Z feat. Amil, Memphis Bleek, Timbaland – Hey Papi

[Timbaland (Jay-Z)]
All my mamis bounce, uh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bounce with me)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh yeah-yea-yeah, yeah-yea-yeah)
(Come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Freaky-freaky…

[Jay-Z]
Ay yo I got a resolution
This year I’m playing right
No six fifteen this year
You can stay the night
We can go bowling it ain’t like before
Can’t y’all see that I’m growing?
I was so immature
I was young and having money
Having honeys come to the crib
Thinkin’ they shit and they couldn’t get cab money from me
Some bad chicks didn’t get pass the bridge
I went to One Trump Plaza on their asses’
No room service just snacks and shit
Work with those Lil’ Debbies and when your done get ready
The chicks I was fiendin’ to smash
Let ‘em lean on the cash
Will take ‘em on long trips
Break ‘em with long dick
There was no such thing as strong relationships
But I’m off that playa shit
I need a chick that practice Tai Chi
That still can buy weed
And can give me some good head
And I’ll make her remind me, uh-huh

[Jay-Z (Amil)]
(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you’ll never let me go
Promise you’ll never leave me
Promise we’ll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you’ll never let me go
Promise you’ll never leave me
Promise we’ll grow, they saying

[Memphis Bleek]
Yo, yo, yo, yo the only thing Bleek spinning is
Them chrome wheels spinning on them new rims
Home suspended from school again
I’m grown, still ill ladies love to be a deal, like Bleek
Can I feel up on your wood and grill?
It’s a hood thing, wood grain, off the chain
She give me good brain
Love the way I push my slang
Callin’ my jack soon as the hop in my V
They catching contact, weed smoke all up in the weave
Bet’cha man can’t do it like this, like this
I bet his wrists ain’t bluish like this, like this
And I’m from Marcy you catch me on anybody’s block
Rappin’ thug, the Roc
Hoes they all clock like

[Jay-Z (Amil)]
(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you’ll never let me go
Promise you’ll never leave me
Promise we’ll grow, they saying
(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you’ll never let me go
Promise you’ll never leave me
Promise we’ll grow, they saying

[Jay-Z]
I was the worse
I used to switch chicks every day
Had niggas mad for real like “I wish he was gay”
Cause they knew sooner or later hun was gettin’ with Jay
Just a matter of time she was gettin’ with Jay
I’ll have your chick in the summer tropics sippin’ on ‘zae
Spittin’ up in the Pacifics smoking spliffs in the shade
She used to love ya, but she feeling different today
You used to smother her, look at your honey slippin’ away
Consorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her space
She said she feel free when she’s around me
I’m letting her do her and in turn she’s doing me
She on the phone with her friends like how cool is she

[Jay-Z (Amil)]
(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you’ll never let me go
Promise you’ll never leave me
Promise we’ll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you’ll never let me go
Promise you’ll never leave me
Promise we’ll grow, they saying
(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you’ll never let me go
Promise you’ll never leave me
Promise we’ll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you’ll never let me go
Promise you’ll never leave me
Promise we’ll grow, they saying
(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you’ll never let me go
Promise you’ll never leave me
Promise we’ll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don’t understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you’ll never let me go
Promise you’ll never leave me
Promise we’ll grow, they saying
(Hey papi!)

JAY-Z feat. B.I.C – Glory

The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can’t describe what I’m feeling for real
Maybe I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you
You, Glory

False alarms and false starts
All made better by the sound of your heart
All the pain of the last time
I prayed so hard it was the last time
Your mama said that you danced for her
Did you wiggle your hands for her?
Glory! Glory! Glory! Sorry…
Everything that I prayed for
God’s gift, I wish I would’ve prayed more
God makes no mistakes, I made a few
Rough sledding here and there, but I made it through
I wreak havoc on the world
Get ready for part two
A younger, smarter faster me
So a pinch of Hov, a whole glass of B
Glory, yeah

The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can’t describe what I’m feeling for real
Maybe I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you

Your grand pop died of liquor failure
Then he died of liver failure
Deep down he was a good man
God damn I can’t deliver failure
Bad ass little Hov,
Two years old shopping on Saville Row
Wicked ass little Bey, hard not to spoil you rotten, looking like little me
The most beautiful-est thing in this world,
Is Daddy’s little girl.
You don’t yet know what swag is
But you was made in Paris
And mama woke up the next day
And shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you disappeared
But nah, baby you magic
Today you have it, shit happens
Make sure the plane you on is bigger
Than your carry-on baggage
Everybody produced her
Life is a gift love, open it up
You’re a child of destiny
You’re a child of my destiny
You’re my child with the child from Destiny’s Child
That’s a hell of a recipe
Glory! Glory! Glory! Sorry…

The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can’t describe what I’m feeling for real
Maybe I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you
You, you, you…

JAY-Z feat. Amil, Beanie Sigel – Do It Again

[Jay-Z]
Roc-A-Fella
Y’all know what this is
We givin y’all five seconds to put your drinks down
and report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas we giving y’all five seconds to get close to an exit
It’s about to get real ugly in here
Five Seconds is up
Let’s go!

Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh)
Throw the hands up (Niggaz)
Throw the hands up (Bitches)
Throw the hands up (Bustas)
Throw the hands up (Hustlers)
Throw the hands up (Hos)
Throw the hands up (Posta’s)
Throw the hands up (MAC)

[Beanie Sigel]
You know how Mac come through on the club tip
Everybody real deep on that thug shit
Cop Cris’ spray the club on that thug shit
Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick
Told y’all real high, when I come through
You can try if you want to, you can die if you want to
We hittin whores on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch “Back That Azz Up” like Juvenile (huh)
When my peeps come through to spend a dime apiece
You know Mac come through with a line of freaks
Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least
We getting head on the floor, while you grinding freaks
Whole squad get it down like this
Whole squad buying rounds of Cris
Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound of twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit
In case a clown wanna flip
Mac never slip in a club, told y’all niggas 4/5th in a club
If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
You know how niggaz get in the club, shit you know how I be
All high in VIP, rolling up to B.I.G. (Baby)
Niggaz be all liquored up talkin shit
Till’ they man gotta come pick them up
Got bitches in the back bouncin to “Jigga What”
You got your hands up and I ain’t even stick y’all up

Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh, Everybody get it up)
Throw the hands up

[Jay-Z (Amil)]
12 AM on the way to the club (uh)
1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)
2 AM now I’m gettin with her (what up?)
3 AM now I’m splittin with her (splitting with who?)
4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house)
5 AM now we at my house (uh)
6 AM I be diggin her out (who?)
6:15 I be kickin her out (what?)
7 AM I’ma call my friends (uh-huh)
12AM we gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again
(We gonna do it again)

[Jay-Z]
By the way yo
Yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about MC’s on our hill
When we just cop them things homey the chromy wheels
Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill
Any given times 100 G’s in your grill
Don’t talk to me bout MC’s got skillz
He’s alright but he’s not real
Jay-Z’s that deal with seeds in a field
Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel
Fuck, you gotta a flow that’s cool with me
You gotta lil’ dough that cool with me
You gotta little cars little jewelries
But none of y’all motherfuckers could fool with me
You know the wrist frost bit minus two degrees
Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V
Hat cocked can’t see his eyes, who could it be?
With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?
Niggaz shift two million, then I blew the three
Then I skated the four, before I went on tour
I came back and it’s plain
Y’all niggaz ain’t rappin the same
Fuck the flow y’all jackin our slang
I seen the same shit happen to Kane
Three cuts in your eyebrow tryin to wild out
The game is ours will never foul out
Y’all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Throw your hands up
Niggaz, Bitches, Bustas, Hustlers FUCK THAT
(Throw the hands up)

[Amil (Jay-Z)]
12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh)
1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh)
2 AM now I’m checkin the mix (ah yeah)
3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on)
4 AM exit the club (let’s go)
5 AM think he gettin some butt (that’s right)
6 AM nigga still ain’t bust (what)
6:15 nigga will get up (uh)
7 AM gotta tell my friends (ah huh)
12 AM I’ma do it again, uh, uh
I’ma Do it again
12 AM we gonna do it again
(Uh, uh Let’s go)

[Jay-Z]
12 AM on the way to the club
1 AM DJ made it a rub
2 AM now I’m gettin with her
3 AM now I’m splittin with her
4 AM at the waffle house
5 AM now we at my house
6 AM I be diggin her out
6:15 I be kickin her out
7 AM I’ma call my friends
12 AM We gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again
Let’s go

JAY-Z – 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 to be
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…

JAY-Z – December 4th

[Jay-Z's Mom:]
Sean Carter was born December 4th
Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces
He was the last of my 4 children
The only one who didn’t give me any pain when i gave birth to him
And that’s how i knew that he was a special child

[Jay-Z Verse 1]
They say “they never really miss you til you dead or you gone”
So on that note i’m leaving after the song
So you ain’t gotta feel no way about Jay so long
Atleast let me tell you why i’m this way, Hold on
I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Siccamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker M.C. and my momma would claim
At 10 pounds when i was born i didn’t give her no pain
Although through the years i gave her her fair share
I gave her her first real scare
I made it from birth and i got here
She knows my purpose wasn’t purpose
I ain’t perfect i care
But i feel worthless cause my shirts wasn’t matchin my gear
Now i’m just scratchin the surface cause what’s burried under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school got good grades could behave when i wanted
But i had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted
Hold on

[Jay-Z's Mom:]
Shawn was a very shy child growing up
He was into sports
And a funny story is
At 4 he taught hisself how to ride a bike
A two wheeler at that
Isn’t that special?
But, i noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up

[Jay-Z Verse 2]
Now all the teachers couldn’t reach me
And my momma couldn’t beat me
Hard enough to match the pain of my pops not seeing me, SO
With that distain in my membrain
Got on my pimp game
Fuck the world my defense came
Then Dahaven introuced me to the game
Spanish Jose introduced me to cane
I’m a hustler now
My gear is in and i’m in the in crowd
And all the wavey light skinned girls is lovin me now
My self esteem went through the roof man i got my swag
Got a volvo from this girl when her man got bagged
Plus i hit my momma with cash from a show that i had
Supposedly knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I’m geting ahead of myself, by the way, i could rap
That came second to me movin this crack
Gimme a second i swear
I will say about my rap career
Til 96 came niggas i’m here
Good-bye

[Jay-Z's Mom:]
Shawn use to be in the kitchen
Beating on the table and rapping
And um, until the wee hours of the morning
And then i bought him a boom box
And his sisters and brothers said he would drive them nuts
But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble

[Jay-Z Verse 3]
Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adreneline rush
Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush
And you in a drop your so easy to touch
No two days are alike
Except the first and fifteenth pretty much
And “trust” is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers we don’t sleep we rest one eye up
And the drought to find a man when the well dries up
You learn to work the water without workin thirst til die YUP
And niggas get tied up for product
And little brothers ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got em
And this was the stress i live with til i decided
To try this rap shit for a livin
I Pray i’m forgiven
For every bad decision i made
Every sister i played
Cause i’m still paranoid to this day
And it’s nobody fault i made the decisions i made
This is the life i chose or rather the life that chose me

If you can’t respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you’ll love me when i fade to black

If you can’t respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you’ll love me when i fade to black
[repeat 2 more times to fade]

JAY-Z feat. Memphis Bleek – Coming Of Age

[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]

JAY-Z feat. Pharrell – Blue Magic

Roc-a-fella records
The imperial Skateboard P
Great Hova
Y’all already know what it is (Oh Shit!)

C’mon!
[Verse 1]
Yeah
So what if you flip a couple words
I could triple that in birds
open your mind you see the circus in the sky
I’m Ringling brothers Barnum and Bailey with the pies
No matter how you slice it I’m your motherfucking guy
Just like a B-Boy with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot, still come back beige.
Whether right or south paw, whether powder the jar
Whip it around, it still comes back hard.
So easily do I w-h-i-p
My repetition with wrists will bring you kilo biggers.
I got creole C.O. bitches for my niggas who slipped, became prisoners
Trees taped to the visitors
You already know what the business is
Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit
Niggas wanna bring the 80s back
It’s OK with me, that’s where they made me at
Except I don’t write on the wall
I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall (hustling in the hall)
Nah, I don’t spin on my head
I spin work in the pots so I can spend my bread

[Chorus (Pharrell):]
And I’m getting it, I’m getting it
I ain’t talking about it, I’m living it
I’m getting it, straight getting it
Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
(Don’t waste you time, fighting the life stay your course, and you’ll understand)
Get it boy

[Verse]
It’s ’87 state of mind that I’m in (mind that I’m in)
In my prime, so for that time, I’m Rakim (I’m Rakim)
If it wasn’t for the crime that I was in
But I wouldn’t be the guy whose rhymes it is that I’m in (that I’m in)
No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
Cherry M3′s with the top back (top back)
Red and green G’s all on my hat
North beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
Can’t you tell that I came from the dope game
Blame Reagan for making me into a monster
Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert

[Chorus (Pharrell)]

[Verse 3]
Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck Bush
Chef (chef), guess what I cooked
Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books
Rockstar, look, way before the bars my picture was getting took
Feds, they like wack rappers, tried as they may, couldn’t get me on the hook
D.A. wanna indict me
Cause fish scales in my veins like a pisces
The Pyrex pot, rolled up my sleeves
Turn one into two like a Siamese
Twin when it end, I’m a stand as a man never dying on my knees
Last of a dying breed, so let the champagne pop
I partied for a while now I’m back to the block

[Chorus (Pharrell)]

JAY-Z feat. U.G.K. – Big Pimpin’ (Extended)

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It’s big pimpin baby..
It’s big pimpin, spendin G’s
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..

You know I – thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don’t fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don’t fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I’m breezin
Talkin bout, “What’s the reasons?”
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it’s, beep beep and I’m pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I’ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin, y’all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I’ll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo’ ass in
And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

[Chorus One: Jay-Z]
We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin – big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

[Bun B]
Nigga it’s the – big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill’ up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that’s my scenario
No I can’t fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin – they say, “There he go!”
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo’ heat than a little bit
We don’t pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won’t be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo’ vocab
Don’t be surprised if yo’ hoe stab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo’ slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can’t take it
But nigga if you hatin I
then you wait while I get yo’ bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo’ ass to the back as I’m flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro’s on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That’s the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain’t the track that we flow’s on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo’ real it don’t get no bigger man
Don’t trip, let’s flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool

[Chorus Two: Bun B]
We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga

[Pimp C]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can’t fuck witch’all
If I wasn’t rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y’all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise

[Chorus Two]

[Jay-Z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sittin on blades… sippin that ray…
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
half what I paid slippin right through customs
It’ll sell by night its extra white…
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin chesse
with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga Man that’s what’s up

[Chorus]

JAY-Z feat. Foxy Brown – Ain’t No Nigga

[Jay-Z]
I keep it fresher than the next bitch
no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch
..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed,
you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me,
you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
you gotcha own ’96 suh-in..the ride
and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why
you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
they conniving shit
the first chance to crack the bank
they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
and papayas, from the village to the tele
time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
mmet your death in less than 8 seconds
still poundin in my after life..
laugin my shit is tight
you who askin right…

[Chorus:]
Aint no nigga like the one I got
no one can fuck you betta
sleeps around but he gives me alot
keeps you in diamonds and leathers
friends ‘ill tell me I should leave you alone
hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
tell the freaks to find a man of there own
(man a they own, man a they own)

[Jay-Z]
Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks
got you a beeper to feel important
surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega’s and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
you know these ho’s be makin me weak
yall knows how it goes ‘b and so I creep
Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in
you can’t change a players game in the 9th inning
the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin
so I run way the fuck up in em
and wrinkle the face like linnin
I play hard-eh till they say God..
he’s keepin it real jigga stay hard
lawd don’t even trip
I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get
weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel
when you nigga play sick we can all get ill
-whats the deal-

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie
promise to stay monogamous, I try
but love you know these ho’s be makin me weak
Y’all knows how it goes B so I stay deep

[Foxy Brown]
What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes
bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs
Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga
so when you flip that coke
remember them days you was dead broke
but now your style and I raised you
basically made you into a don
flippin weight..heroin and shit
you know my pussy is all that
thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I’m ringin bells
so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin
on how I fuck the best a shit
specially when Im flippin Baileys
dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin in Armani sweaters
before this rap shit
when you was in letters and bullshit berattas
and eek classes with mo in the glasses
shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally’s
now all your mens’ up in your benz’s
high post, I swear you be killin me
playin inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks
cuz you proved who was your wiz
when you was spinnin that bitch
I took a little when you was up north
your comisary stay pilin
how you livin large on the island
all them collects have me vex
but when you come home
knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks
now we on the rise
your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half the dough
Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars

[Chorus]