Z - Blueprint 2 - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Blueprint 2
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Ennio Morricone, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Jay Z this, Jay Z that, Jay Z this, Jay Z that
Jay Z that, Jay Z this, get off Jay Z's dick
What y'all niggas get front page articles
Y'all mention Jay Z name

This thing on? Jay Z, Jay Z, in Jay Z news
I understand what y'all tryin' to do
I brought the flutes this time, though
Unleash the flutes on them, Guru

Gimme some more music in the headphone
Let's get the proceedings proceedin' this evenin'
Let's do this thing
Let's do it right this time, c'mon

H.O.V.A
I got my mojo back, baby, oh, behave
Naw, naw, don't be afraid
Y'all an' your articles, hard to spit at Jay

Y'all from a far threw thoughts my way
What you thought, I would not have nothin' to say? Nope
Y'all fell into the booby trap
I set the trap just to see dude react, an' now

An' now you'se can't leave
You opened the door, God, I'm at you annually
An' I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez
I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is

But you can't give cred to anythin' dude says
Same dude to give you ice an' you owe him some head
Shorty, it's time to wake up the dead
You sound a little naive in them articles that I read

H.O.V.A.
The blueprint 2, baby, on the way
H.O.V.A.
I got my mojo back, baby, oh, behave

H.O.V.A.
The blueprint 2, baby, on the way
H.O.V.A.
I got my mojo back, baby, oh, behave

Can't y'all see that he's fake? The rap version of TD Jakes
Prophesizin' on your CDs an' tapes
Won't break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes
An' this is with whom you want to place your faith?

I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine
When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line
Donatin' proceeds off every ticket sold
When I was out on the road, that's how you judge Hov, no?

Ain't I supposed to be absorbed myself?
Every time there's a tragedy, I'm the first one to help
They call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude
To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects

These dudes is all politics, depositin' checks
They put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lotta lip
An' y'all buy the shit, caught up in the hype
'Cause the nigga wear a coofie, it don't mean that he bright

'Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice
It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write
Is it 'Oochie Wally Wally' or is it 'One Mic'?
Is it 'Black Girl Lost' or shorty owe you for ice?

I've been real all my life, they confuse it with conceit
Since I will not lose, they try to help him cheat
But I will not lose, for even in defeat
There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens it up for me

When the grass is cut, the snakes will show
I gotta thank the little homie Nas for that though
Savin' me the hassle of speakin' to half of these assholes
An' I'm a let karma catch up to Jaz O, whoa

See I'm back before you had a chance to miss me
My mama can't save you this time, niggas is history
Who you know flow vicious as me?
Yet so religiously, that's why they call me Hov

I get the spoils 'cause the victor is me
You're an actor, you're not who you're depicted to be
The street dreamin', all y'all niggas livin' through me
I gave you life when niggas was forgettin' you emcee

I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me
You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee
I'm Big Dog, Glenn Rob, listen, God, you a flea
An' the little homey Jungle is a garden to me

What's the problem B? You not as hard as me
Nigga hard as we, nigga, ROC, nigga
That's why they follow me
They feel my pain an' my agony, nigga

I won't rest till you on one knee
You want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga
Until you on one knee
You want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga

H.O.V.A.
The blueprint 2, baby, on the way
H.O.V.A.
I got my mojo back, baby, oh, behave

H.O.V.A.
The blueprint 2, baby, on the way
H.O.V.A.
I got my mojo back, baby, oh, behave

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Z - Fuck All Nite - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Fuck All Nite
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams

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Lyric:
Use to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!)
But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!)
Why not? -- You should be comin home with me
Sittin in this lap with the luxury
Now you can, come in the mornin while wakin up (Yeah!)
Actin like you behave and stuff (Uh-huh!)
You should be comin home with me
Sittin in this lap with the luxury, now check it

Yes a lime to a lemon, my V-A women
Walk in Manolo Blahniks cause my condo with elevators in 'em
She wanna wrinkle my linens
So I sprinkle her with gin and then we begin sinnin, uhh
Blasphemy, oh my God, we be sinnin
She keeps scratchin me like she tiger in 'em
This is exactly, why I had to pin her
To the bed like a wrestler, her to press on her, uhh
Her man kept pagin, stressin her
So I told her what to say just in case he question her

"Situations will arise, but you gotta be smart about it"
No matter what you do, don't talk about us
Don't give him no info, he'll be lost without it
Just keep your mouth shut, we could do this again
Bring a friend

Use to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!)
But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!)
Why not? -- You should be comin home with me
Sittin in this lap with the luxury
Now you can, come in the mornin while wakin up (Yeah!)
Actin like you behave and stuff (Uh-huh!)
You should be comin home with me
Sittin in this lap with the luxury, now check it

Guess who's back in my mothaf**kin house
Half black, half white chick, I call her Minnie Mouse
We always hook up when we out
We do what we like to do and then we out
But lately I've been havin the strangest feelings
Your boy Young Hov' catchin feelings
And it's messin up my dealings cause mami's not willin
To leave her boyfriend, she call me her toy-friend
Said, "We was just 'sposed to hook up and have a glass"
She called me her emergency d**k-in-the-glass
Hehehe I had to laugh for a second
Had to check myself, get my mackin back in perspective
I slack for a second but I'm back, no question
Like I walk with a cane, ain't no half-steppin
Jeah, and on that note
Iceberg Slim is back to rock her boat, c'mon

Use to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!)
But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!)
Why not? -- You should be comin home with me
Sittin in this lap with the luxury
Now you can, come in the mornin while wakin up (Yeah!)
Actin like you behave and stuff (Uh-huh!)
You should be comin home with me
Sittin in this lap with the luxury, now check it

(Ph.W.) Let's just - f*** all night! Yeah
(Jay-Z) Until we both start yawnin
(Ph.W.) Yeah
(Jay-Z) To the bright Shirley Murdock mornin
(Ph.W.) Yeah
(Jay-Z) Until we both start yawnin
(Ph.W.) Let's just - f*** all night! Yeah
(Jay-Z) Let's have breakfast baby
(Ph.W.) Yeah
(Jay-Z) Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast baby
(Ph.W.) Yeah
(Jay-Z) Let's have breakfast baby

This is - if that kid don't get too suspicious
Stop blowin up your digits
Showin up livid, claimin he wanna fight
But Shawn all business with his type (uh-uh) naw
Shawn just tryna keep the friendship tight
Shawn to Sean Paul 'em if you "Gimmie the Light"
And this way you can stay for life, aight?

Use to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!)
But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!)
Why not? -- You should be comin home with me
Sittin in this lap with the luxury
Now you can, come in the mornin while wakin up (Yeah!)
Actin like you behave and stuff (Uh-huh!)
You should be comin home with me
Sittin in this lap with the luxury, now check it

(Ph.W.) Let's just - f*** all night! Yeah
(Jay-Z) Until we both start yawnin
(Ph.W.) Yeah
(Jay-Z) To the bright Shirley Murdock mornin
(Ph.W.) Yeah
(Jay-Z) Until we both start yawnin
(Ph.W.) Let's just - f*** all night! Yeah
(Jay-Z) Let's have breakfast baby
(Ph.W.) Yeah
(Jay-Z) Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast baby
(Ph.W.) Yeah
(Jay-Z) Let's have breakfast baby

Use to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!)
But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!)
Why not? -- You should be comin home with me
Sittin in this lap with the luxury
Now you can, come in the mornin while wakin up (Yeah!)
Actin like you behave and stuff (Uh-huh!)
You should be comin home with me
Sittin in this lap with the luxury, now check it

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Z - Diamond Is Forever - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Diamond Is Forever
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Charles Stanton, Shawn Carter, Ronald Feemster

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Lyric:
Hear me now? Good

(Blueprint 2, baby)
The best times, it was the worst times
It's 'The Gift & the Curse'

R O C, yeah, number one, click here
If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah
Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' no where
Now that you know, holla at your boy
Hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov'

Standin' in my B boy stance
Free, Beans, Memphis where you at nigga?
Right here, snatch Cam and it's a rap
This here, rap belong to us, nobody strong as us, it's a fact
Hold up, I'm just warmin' up, gimme a second to get it back

Young Chris, Neek, what? Oschino and Sparks
Next summer's yo' summer, tear this motherfucker up
Young is eternal, my young'uns'll burn you
"The Blueprint" birthed, nigga, I earthed you, you can't be serious

Young 'cause I'm thirty-two, dressed like I'm twenty-two
Flow like a eighteen, do what I wanna do
Goin' on my eighth ring, got Phil Jackson's and
Flow is black magic, I'm at it again

Rose Bowl with black karats, 'Horse & Carriage' to spend
Like Mason Betha, chasin' this cheddar, to the end
Of the road because the end I'm told, is nearer than we know
What can I say but live for today, hov'

R O C, yeah, number one, click here
If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah
Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' no where
Now that you know, holla at your boy
Hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov'

Yeah, 'The Blueprint 2' homey, follow the moves
You put on two tube socks, you couldn't walk in my shoes
I was dealt a bad hand, fuck, what else could I do
But keep somethin' up my sleeve, that'll help me through

But can you believe, everywhere I'm at, models come through
Cat fightin', cat walkin', it happens often
It's true, how society don't want me to move
Into the penthouse building with spectacular views

They're like uhh, "He's a menace he could never be a tenant"
I'm like ooh, what's a young nigga to do?
I bring the brothers to the building, give a feeling that I don't
Give a fuck, we just chillin', watchin' chandelier ceilings high as fuck

Old lady, don't blow my high
'Specially if you don't know my life, don't make me bring
Sharpton in it 'cause I'm dark skinneded or
Dude, with the 'fro and the Rainbow Coalition, I'ma

Victim of a single parent household, born in a mouse hole
Mousetrap, niggaz wanna know
How so, how Jay get up out that, here, yeah
I snatched purses I persevered, yeah

I had work, fiends purchased, it was clear
I was out there sellin' hope for despair, but stop there
I swear, I only make good from my mouth to God's ears
Had to get out the hood

And I can't justify genocide
But I was born in the city where the skinny niggaz die
Born in the city, where the skinny niggaz ride
And as a skinny nigga, I had beef with high size

R O C, yeah, number one, click here
If you represent us, throw them diamonds up, yeah
Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' no where
Now that you know, holla at your boy
Hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov', hov'

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Z - Excuse Me Miss - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Excuse Me Miss
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams

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Lyric:
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this one
You gotta drink Crist-ALL
Buy some red wine, a little Gocha 9-7
This is for the grown and sexy, uhh

You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
Ex-cuse me, what's your name?
Yeah, can I get my grown man on for one second?
'Cause I see some ladies tonight
That should be hangin' wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot la-dy!
Excuse me miss, what's your name?
Can you come, hang with me?
Possibly, can I take you out, tonight

You already know what it's hittin' for
Ma I got whatever outside and you know what I'm sittin' on
50/50 venture with them S dots kickin' off
Armadale poppin' now, only bring a nigga more
Only thing missin' is a Missus
You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers
Got one chef, one maid, all I need is a partner
To play spades with the cards up, all trust

Who else you gon' run with, the truth is us
Only dudes movin' units Em, Pimp Juice and us
It's the Roc in here
Maybach outside got [Incomprehensible] air
PJ's on the runway, Young got air
I don't land at a airport, I call it the clearport
Therefore, I don't wanna hear more
Back and forth about who's hot as Young, holla

Sex-cuse me, damn
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
I got my Gocha 9-7 on right now
La-dy.
You gotta puff a J to this one
Can't roll a blunt up to this one boy
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
Ex-cuse me, what's your name?
'Cause I see some ladies tonight
That should be rollin' wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z
So hot to trot la-dy! What's your name?
'Cause I see some ladies tonight
That should be rollin' wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z
You're so foxy girl, you're so hot to trot

Everybody's like, "He's no item! Please don't like him"
He don't wife 'em, he one night's 'em!
Now she don't like him, she never met him
Groupies try to take advantage of him, he won't let 'em
He don't need 'em, so he treats 'em like he treats 'em
Better them than me, she don't agree with him
She's mad at that, he's not havin' that
So those opposites attract like mag-a-nets

She sees more than the Benz wagon, the friends taggin' along
With a flashy nigga braggin' on the song
She gets a glimpse of Shawn and she likes that
He 2-ways her, so she writes back
Smiley faces after all of her phrases
Either she the one or I'm caught in "The Matrix"
But fukkit, let the Fishburne
Red or green pill, you live and you learn, c'mon

Sex-cuse me, damn
You gotta throw on your fine linens for this one
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
You might go, you mighta gotta go get you some Scooby Doo's
La-dy
Gotta throw on ya Scooby Doo's, those are shoes by the way
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Gotta throw on Scooby Doo's, hehehehe
Have my baby, let's just make it
Ex-cuse me, what's your name?
This for the grown and sexy, only for the grown and sexy
So hot to trot la-dy! What's your name?
Woo
You're so foxy girl you're so hot to trot

Love let's go half on a son, I know my past ain't one
You can easily get past, but that chapter is done
But I'm done readin' for now
Remember spades face up, you can believe him for now
But ma you got a f'real f'serious role
I'm 'bout to give you all the keys and security codes
'Bout to show you where the cheese, let you know I ain't playin'
But, before I jump out the window, what's your name?

Sex-cuse me, damn
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
La-dy
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
Ex-cuse me, what's your name?
So hot to trot la-dy! What's your name?
You're so foxy girl, you're so hot to trot

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Z - The Bounce - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - The Bounce
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): William Pettaway, Tim Mosley, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Just point out the bounce, show me the bounce, yeah
Just point out the bounce, jeah Timbo the King, yeah
Young Hov' the King, yeah just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga ya, listen

Rumor has it 'The Blueprint Classic'
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden
So September 11th marks the era forever
Of a revolutionary Jay Guevero

Now it's a whole museum of Hov' Mcers
Everybody dupin' the flow you see 'em
Everybody loopin' up soul
It's like you tryin' to make 'The Blueprint 2 before Hov'

Shout out to Just Bleezy and Kan-Yeezy
See how we adjusted the game so easy
Chicks barely dancin', glancin' every chance they get
Like oh shit, he's so handsome

Still in demand in the longest run standin'
Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible

Point out the bounce
And show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce
I turn a 8 to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce
Timbo the King nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga
Uhh, I got y'all

For those that think Hov' fingers bling blingin'
Even haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is and singled that out
To be the meanin' of what he is about

And bein' I'm about my business, not minglin' much
Runnin' my mouth that shit kept lingerin'
But no dummy that's the shit I'm sprinklin'
The album width to keep the registers ringin'

In real life, I'm much more distinguished
I'm like a bloke from London, England
Jeah, you jinglin' baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby

Business mind of a Ross Perot
But never lost my soul
Crossed the line
I bought pop across the row

Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good
Slangin' them O's like a real
O.G should oh, he's good, no he would
Never sell out he's so young

Point out the bounce
And show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce
I turn a 8 to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce
Timbo the King nigga
Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga
Uhh, yeah, jeah

Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star
Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread man even said, "You're a monster"

Yeah, that's how I feel
To be down, you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
O.C, O.G, Bobby Johnson's son

Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?
I seen MTV I know who you are
You did takeover did you got beef with Nas?"
I did take over the game, brought back the soul

I got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold
Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow
All I, know, I got's the flow
And I don't play 'coz I'm from Chicago

And show you how to get this dough in
Large amounts till it's hard to count

Point out the bounce
I turn a 8 to an ounce
To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce
Timbo the King nigga
Uhh

Point out the bounce
Jeah, Young Hov' the King nigga

Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce
Point out the bounce

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Z - 2 Many Hoes - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - 2 Many Hoes
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Yeah
I ain't tryin' to be rude dude
But give a nigga some space
I ain't tryin' to be rude dude
Just give a nigga some space
Just tryin' to talk honey dog
I ain't got time to waste
(Check it)

Why is you over here lookin' at me
While all these girls up in here?

What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like Indian hair
Y'all don't want me to spray the semi in here
I mean if you a fan I consider you fam'
But shake a nigga hand, but shit God damn
All that
("Do you remember me dawg?")
Nah I'm drawin' a blank
You got me feelin' like a fish, in a fish tank
Just think, if you came to a club
Tryin' to find a little hon for some one-night love
'Stead you got another nigga all up in your mug
You make me uncomfortable thug, go thatta-way

And kill the ice grill homes
'Coz I keep enough heat to melt that away
I came in some sweats, I came to get met
Tryin' to find a chick that make it hard for me to "Next!"
We exit stage left, hope in the Lexus
Treat me like a baby, mouth on her breast-es
May I suggest that it's
A lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses
Go find you one
Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn
Go find you one
Go get your dance on, go grind on one

Quick question, yo, why you over here?
So many hoes in here
My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there
It's so many hoes in here

I ain't tryin' to be rude dude, whyon'tcha disappear?
There's so many hoes in here
I understand you got issues but I really don't care
There's so many hoes in here

Yea, yea, yea, I know you rap and your sister spit too
You been callin' the office and you can't get through
I understand all that, but now ain't the time
I came to the club to get that off my mind
And all you thugs with your war stories startin' to bore me
I ain't tryin' to hear about your guts and glory
I'm tryin' to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from Nore
And you keep talkin' over the beat like Clue
("Do you remember?")

Go find somethin' to do
You're a janitor, go find somethin' to screw
Disappear like Copperfield, go cop a feel
Play hide and seek witchaself for real, huh
The chick came dressed up just to get messed up
She got her hair done, just to get it sweated up
Shit I'm tryin' to help her out
Whyon'tcha help me out and be out?

Quick question, yo, why you over here?
There's so many hoes in here
My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there
It's so many hoes in here

I ain't tryin' to be rude dude, whyon'tcha disappear?
There's so many hoes in here
I know you got issues homie but I really don't care
There's so many hoes in here

Jeah, jeah, jeah

You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy
You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy

You're invadin' my space
You need to be easy
You're invadin' my space
C'mon dawg, be easy

I don't know why they do that
I don't understand
What you need to do, is

Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
C'mon dawg, stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here
Be easy

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Z - Bitches & Sisters - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Bitches & Sisters
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, David Porter, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
Female

(Bitch)
You know my name and the company I own
(Bitch)
You like my style and you smell my cologne
(Bitch)
Don't try to act like my track record ain't known
(Bitch)
You probably got a couple CD's in your home

(Bitch, bitch)
Don't make me say it twice, you actin' all uptight
And also diddy like, like, like
You ain't a
(Bitch)

I ain't no ball player, you ain't gonna get pregnant again
Hit off with paper, you gonna get hit off and slid off
Before the neighbors take off to go to work
So just, take off your shirt, don't hit me with that church shit

(Bitch)
I got a sister who schooled me to shit you chickens do, trickin' fools
Got a whole Robin Givens crew that I kick it to
They be hippin' dudes, how you chickens move, I be listenin' to

(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Don't make me say it thrice, you actin' all uptight
And also diddy like, like
You ain't a
(Bitch)

You ain't no better 'cuz you don't be fuckin' rappers
You only fuckin' with actors, you still gettin' fucked backwards
(Bitch)
Unless you fucked a dude on his own merit
And not the way he dribble or ball or draw leverage

You're a
(Bitch, bitch)
No, ma, you're a, that's real
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)

Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
(Say Jay-Z, why you gotta go and disrespect the women for, huh?)

(Bitch)
Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve
Sisters work hard, bitches work your nerves
Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up
Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up

Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids
Bitches in the street with their nose in your biz
Sisters tell the truth, bitches tell lies
Sisters drive cars, bitches wanna ride

Sisters give-up the ass, bitches give up the ass
Sisters do it slow, bitches do it fast
Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live
Bitches have niggers all up in your crib

Sisters tell you quick, "You better check your homie"
Bitches don't give a fuck, they wanna check for your homie
Sisters love Jay 'cuz they know how hov is
I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch

Bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
...

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Z - Guns &Amp; Roses - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Guns &Amp; Roses
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, John Mccrea, Dwightt Myers

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Lyric:
Yeah it's magic
Uhh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D Production you bastards
Come on
Ha hey yo stop playin' man
This is real serious
Ha it's the rock yeah yo

Post postatono, Hov' hangin' with Bono
You too can live like Salvatore Ferragamo
And you too can cool out poolside after Delano
If you too flow like you was out of your mind yo
And who knew dude who loved apple pies from McDonalds
Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know
And who knew dude would play ball for the NBA
Would make a mistake on the who know it stayed still in the way

Who knew that would be his last shot, who drew up that play
They giveth and they taketh life is cool that way
But even a broken clock is right atleast two times a day
You could have turned guns into roses like two times today
Now there's something you gotta say two times to Jay
I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my way
Got my boom box, suntan lotion waiting for action
Its safe when you play with skills, good luck could happen
Let's go

C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
That's right

It got to hot so I jumped off in this rap shit
You got it criss-crossed ain't no turning me backwards
Too many district attorneys concerned with the actions
Of one individual he's criminally attached
I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors
While dating all the models and actresses
I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio
Trying not to mess up my axis kid

On the road to riches through trafficking
Through rappining whatever's happening
Roc-a-wear I'm the young black Ralph Lauren
Every time I get out they put me right back in
The Michael Corleone of the microphone
The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems
I gather no moss like a rolling stone
Case the Grim Reaper visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon

C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon that's right

Life is all about guns and roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, guns and roses

Life is all about guns and roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, guns and roses

More guns then roses, foes is
Visibly shook of the invisible book, let's go
Flowers need water to grow, it gotta rain
And in order to experience joy you need pain
Every time a baby is born, somebody slain
You know the saying, somebody's lost is another's gain
The sun comes out when the water goes down the drain

When the rainbow in the cloud comes out we do it again
Everything even's up, you just wait
Even a garbage can gets a steak
You ain't even a garbage can you have faith
But when it turns your way before it turns away
You've to turn that into something you gotta learn from Jay
You will get return in your investment if attention you pay let's go

C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon that's right

Life is all about guns and roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, guns and roses

Life is all about guns and roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, guns and roses

Life is all about guns and roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, guns and roses

Life is all about guns and roses

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Z - Hovi Baby - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Hovi Baby
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Kenneth B Edmonds

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Lyric:
Yes, yes yep!
Welcome to the Jay-Z extravaganza
I'd like to introduce my band right now
Just Blaze and the Blazettes
Right now I want you to give the drummer some
No ma really, give the drummer some
Uhh

Touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable
Shake the unshakable
(It's Hovi baby)
Yeah, ch-chi-uh, uh-ch-ch-uh, un-breakable
Rock the unrockable
(It's Hovi baby)

Follow the flow, look
They say a midget standin' on the giant's shoulder
Can see much further than the giant
So I got the whole rap world on my shoulder
They tryin' to see further than I am
And I have been tryin' to be patient with they preoccupation
With David and Goliath
But sooner or later, that patience gonna run it's course
And I'm forced to be a tyrant

But bein' tyrant, comin' through your environment
Iron mask, nigga iron gas, nigga I am back
With The Team no I in that
R.O.C, y'all not eyein' that
Y'all don't see, clearly cause the reign ain't gone
'The Dynasty' no not Ming but Shawn's
Dame careems, nigga it's the gangsta team
Stop your run, one of the reasons that they call us gangrene
The other reason, we got a gang of green
If there's better at gettin' cheddar that remains to be seen, nigga
Woo! Jeah, jeah

Can't touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable
Shake the unshakable
(It's Hovi baby)
Can't see the unseeable, reach the unreachable
Do the impossible
(It's Hovi baby)
Can't move the unmoveable, stop the unstoppable

Jeah, look
I'm so far ahead of my time, I'm bout to start another life
Look behind you, I'm bout to pass you twice
Back to the future and gotta slow up for the present
I'm fast, niggaz can't get past my past
How they propose to deal with my perfect present?
When I unwrap 'The Gift & the Curse' in one session
Ain't no livin' person can test him

Only two restin' in heaven can be mentioned in the same breath as him
Seven straight summers, critics might not admit it
But nobody in rap did it, quite like I did it
If you did it I done it before, you get I had it
Got mad at it and don't want it no more
And that goes for everything from flippin' that raw
Flippin' whores, flippin' vocal chords, don't get it twisted
Get it right, did different, did it better, did it nice
Did the impossible then did it twice
(Get it right)

Can't touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable
Shake the unshakable
(It's Hovi baby)
Can't see the unseeable, reach the unreachable
Do the impossible
(It's Hovi baby)

Yup! Hovi's home, the global phone
The world is back in order the number one rap recorder is back
You cats overfelt yourself
You couldn't help yourself, now witness the reel for reel
In my absence cats get, absent-minded
Now it's time to rewind and remind 'em
Why I'm in the position that I am
Changin' the game, my game could nail Madonna
Well after I'm gone, they'll honor
History in the makin', Pistol Pete
Leave competition shakin' without missin' the beat

Chasin the hi-hat all over the track
The snare is scared of the air in here, boom!
And plus I get paper dog, don't let me forget
The watch face so blue like it's holdin' it's breath
Can't see me skill for skill or check for check
It's the bow tie flow dog, I bring it to your neck
Live and correct I will bring it to your set

I got now, I don't care who got next
Rapper slash exec, Kordell Stewart
Your flow all y'all usin' is mine, you're all useless
You ain't a factor, who are you foolin'?
You all are faggots, you takin' it backwards
I'm tryin' to progress with this rap shit
Nigga, nigga your whole career is a accident
Who was gassin 'em?
(Fuck outta here!)

Can't touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable
Shake the unshakable
(It's Hovi baby)
Can't see the unseeable, reach the unreachable
Do the impossible
(It's Hovi baby)

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Z - The Watcher 2 - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - The Watcher 2
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shari Watson, Shawn Carter, Marshall Mathers, William Griffin, Andre Young

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Lyric:
(Watcher)
Jeah, uhh, it's what I do for a livin' nigga
(Watcher)
Eat for a livin' nigga
(Watcher)
That's how I live for a livin' nigga
(Watcher)
Okay, let's do this
(The Watcher)

Things just ain't the same for gangsters
But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters
All of these rap singers claimin' they bangers
Doin' all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers
Disrespectin' the game, no home trainin' or manners
I was doin' this shit when you was shittin' Pampers
I was movin' them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was
Duckin' the vans, radars, the scanners

'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was
I was hittin' the turnpike, aight with the bammers
I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers
I was prickin' my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was
I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was
Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us
Y'all ain't see us comin' through Vegas
You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night
Grand fucked up one fight

I was on the Peter Pan bus
You was puttin' Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin' with whom?
Allowed me to be taught
You cowards is just now learnin' the shit that we talk
You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report
'Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
Like 'Eric B. for Pres,' respect me in this bitch

You can't disrespect us 'cause you got a little check cut
You was suckin' for so long, talkin' your little neck up
Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches
You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous
I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game
It's only right I got the right to be king
Niggaz that got life really like what I sing
'Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain

Know the shit I don't write be the illest shit that's ever been recited
In the game word to the hyphen in my name
J A Y dash, Hoffa
The past present nigga the future, proper
The holy trinity of hip-hop is us
We give, Dre his props but that's where it stops, it's the Roc

I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watchin' me
But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Ain't what you thought you saw, you bed-da off not lookin' at all

Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo'
People I used to know, just don't know me no mo'
But everywhere that I go, I got people I know
Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low

I'm still on top of the game
Still droppin' flames, still cock and aim
Still at the top had the Roc for the fame
Over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came
You seen it all, how I got, how I gained
The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain
When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim
The streets, they made a special spot for my name

Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign
But the music lives in me, every drop in my vein
The pride and the pain all the way back from the rise of my name
See the world clear through the eyes of the mane
See the world cheer for the rhymes that I gave
When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane
The eyes that I played
The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher

I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watchin' me
But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Ain't what you thought you saw, you bed-da off not lookin' at all

Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo'
People I used to know, just don't know me no mo'
But everywhere that I go, I got people I know
Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low

I'm 'Rated R,' my brain contains graphics thangs
It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends
It's like, watchin' a movie through a panoramic screen
Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene
Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket
Some take the crack and chop it but those that haven't got it
Take away the added profit, it's catastrophic
I take the gat and cock it and I'll sit back and watch it

These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully
The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me
Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny
In the place where the number one 'cause of death is money
You can try copin', I've seen enough shit
To leave your frame of mind broken, I'm still alive and scopin'
Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in
And I'ma die with my eyes open, The Watcher

I know, you got your eyes on me, I feel you watchin' me
But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me
You try, but what you think you saw
Ain't what you thought you saw, you bed-da off not lookin' at all

Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo'
People I used to know, just don't know me no mo'
But everywhere that I go, I got people I know
Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low

Watcher
Watcher
Watcher
The Watcher
The Watcher

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Z - A Ballad For The Fallen Soldier - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - A Ballad For The Fallen Soldier
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams

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Lyric:
This here's a ballad for all the fallen soldiers
I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man)
And a soldier's life, parallel
And the one thing they got in common is pain (forget about me for a second)
Picture split screen
On one side we got a hustler getting ready for the block (human beings)
Other side you got the soldier getting ready for bootcamp (soldiers)
They're both at war (this is life)
Stay with us

Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast
So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass

You lost him mama, the wars calling him
Feel its his duty to fall in line with all of them
He's a soldier
Rose through the ranks as the head of your house hold
Now its time to provide bank
Like he's supposed tah
Now just remember while he's going to November
Theres part of him growing up
His shirts soaks up your tears as he holds yah
Your heart beatin so fast speeding his pulse up
Yeah I know it sucks, Life aint a rose bud
A couple of speed bumps
You gotta take your lumps
Off to Bootcamp, the worlds facing terror
Bin Laden been happenin in Manhatten
Crack was anthrax back then, back when
Police was Al'Qaeda to black men
While I was out there hustling sinning with no religion
He was off the wall killing for a living

Days turn to nights, nights turn to years
Years turn to "how the fuck we make it in here?"
My barracks average couple fights a day
Get you locked in a hole wont see the light of day
And I feel like I'm just writing my life away
I never thought shit could end up quite this way
There's a war going on outside no man is safe from
I'm here for the good fight only the fakes run
I'm here for the purple heart, if I cant take one
For my team or my siblings whats my reason for living?
I love my niggas more then anything else
This war's about my family, me needin the wealth
You dont understand how useless as men we felt
Till you become a 5 star general
Shout out to my niggas that's locked in jail
P.O.W.'s thats still in the war for real

Your baby boy is getting grown
So your baby boy is moving on
I've gotta chase (gotta chase it)
If I'm gonna make it (gonna make it)
Your baby boy is getting grown
So your baby boy is moving on
I'm gonna make it
Even if I gotta take it (gotta take it)

Mama said pray your sons becoming a man
This wars taxin to 'em like Uncle Sam
Hear the noise make the right choice, understand
Every choice that he make he makes it for his fam
It's death before dishonour
And if hes gone you should honor his memory
Dont cry we all gonna die eventually
But if he's locked in the penetentiary send him some energy
They all winners to me
(What's up kid?)

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Z - All Around The World - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - All Around The World
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): George Clinton, Charles Simmons, Joseph Jefferson, Shawn Carter, Edwin Hawkins, J.S. Theracon, Bruce Hawes, Jim Vitti, D Wilson, William Collins

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Lyric:
Swear to God I just touched down

All around the world, same song
Killa Cali nigga, same song
A-T-L, same song
Real-adelphia dude it's all around the world

London, England, South of France
And all points between they know about your man
Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan, I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro
I am piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw
Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri
Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed

Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin' a steak
And handlin' the modern stand about five-eight
Five-nine, fine wine, fine dine either that or I'm mixin' in Switzerland
Tryin' to buy time, ballin' out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali
Brunchin' at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy
When it's back home nigga back to the zone
Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me

All around the world
Brooklyn bombers
Detroit players
Chi-Town, all around the world

Said it's all love, Sure Club, M-I-A
Party at bungalow eight, when I stay
Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's
A couple fiancres, I'm the new DeVante
Come and talk to me, mami in the ea-sy
Garant, I hope, she ain't too young
Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her
I'm just tryin' to show her how a baller and a roller

Sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine
Runnin' then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas
Reminisce about the time my Mom couldn't spend Christmas
Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list
Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl
Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy
A ticket and you pay to see D - sweet Sade

Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade
All around the world

Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at
Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap
It's real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act
Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good
Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed
Slackin' on they mackin', rest haven for hoes
Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks
Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know

Shit it ain't about your city or borough
It's 'bout if you really as thorough and if you are, holla at your boy
I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you
Real recognize real and you lookin' familiar
I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death
I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eatin' at Chef's
One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet?
Then we party like the sun don't set

We gon' take you all around the world
It's the same song, everywhere
It's the same song
We gon' take you all around the world, same song
Same song
Same song
All around the world

Same, same, same song song song song

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Z - A Dream - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - A Dream
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Jean Olivier, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, James Mtume

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Lyric:
Uhh uhh uhh
It was all a dream

Last night I had a dream
Thoughts was racin' through my head
(It was all a dream)
Felt so real to me
This is what was said

"Had a dream", I said, "'Bout who?", he said
"'Bout B.I.G.", I said, "That's big", he said
"Dig what", he said, "Proceed" he said
"Indeed", I said, so, breathe I did

"Don't repeat what I say", I said, he said nothin'
He agreed with his head, he just nodded like this
What I believe to be a yes I repeated what was said
It came to me like a, well, as even I said

"You feel playboy", was the greeting he said
First thing I wanted to know, what's the reason he was dead?
"More money, more problems, better believe it", he said
"Careful what you wish for you might receive it", he said

"I see", I said, "Jealousy", I said
"Got the whole industry mad at me", I said
Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself
Nobody built like you, you designed yourself"

"I agree", I said, "My one of a kind self
Get stoned every day like Jesus did"
"What he said", I said, "Has been said before"
"Just keep doin' your thing", he said, "Say no more"

Was it all a dream
(Tell me)
Was it all a dream
(Was it a dream)
Was it all a dream
(I gotta know)
Was it all a dream
(Was it a dream)
Was it all a dream
(A dream)
Was it all a dream

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt 'n' Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday, "Rap Attack", Mr. Magic, Marley Marl

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match

Remember Rappin' Duke? 'Duh-ha, duh-ha'
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the

Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky

I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood, it's all good
Uhh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

Was it all a dream
(Tell me)
Was it all a dream
(Was it a dream)
Was it all a dream
(I gotta know)
Was it all a dream
(Was it a dream)
Was it all a dream
(A dream)
Was it all a dream

It was all a dream
It was all
It was all a dream
It was all a dream
It was all a dream
It was all a dream

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Z - U Don'T Know (Remix) - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - U Don'T Know (Remix)
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Bobby Byrd, Shawn Carter, J. Smith

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Lyric:
Turn my music high, high, high, higher

(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
Sure I do

I'm from the streets where the
Hood could swallow a man, bullets will follow a man
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone

Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come, you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of van
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need that for damn
This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous
For playin' me y'all shall forever remain nameless

(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
I am Hov'
Sure I do

I tell you the difference between me and them
They tryin' to get they one's, I'm tryin' to get them M's
One million, two million, three million, four
In just five years, forty million more
You are now lookin' at the forty million boy
I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
ROC

(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
That's where you're wrong

I came into this motherfucker, a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact from grindin' G-packs
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin' me back
Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothin'
Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them

Heh, I smartened up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now lookin' at one smart black boy
Momma ain't raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth
Mother fucker

I will not lose
(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
Put somethin' on it

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell
I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay

(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
Will not lose, ever
Fucka

Oh no
Do you believe it?

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Z - Show You How - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Show You How
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Justin Gregory Smith, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Catch up, niggas
Damn you fadin' hov, how you gave 'em that?
All the martika, with the alligator strap
Sick of y'all niggaz with ya now or later raps
Rap about it now, hope you get it later
Do a couple shows, hope you niggas is savin' up
I'll show you how to do this son
This particular watch be a one of one
That means none before it, none to come

The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it
I'll show you how to do this son
You ain't heard? I push the sixes when the fives is out
You can't fight me, in the Porsche I'll box you out
I'll show you how to do this son
We don't drive X 5's we give 'em to baby-mammas
Push the big top that shake like the canvas, chickens snack box
I get it crackin' when I'm backing out the garage

A 360 drop farage, shutdown Manhattan
Bucket low, like fuck it, though
Nights on, daytime, lights on
Hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it, though
I'll show you how to do this son
Nigga I'm a check writer your royalty receivers
Y'all eaten off Pa Dem, on the low like a Cesar
Pay ya taxes, you niggaz is hustlin' backwards

I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard
I'll show you how to do this son
How you want it, my jeans is 300
This ain't Diesel, nigga, these is Evisu
Top is rock, you know the rest
A big bucket of frozen water on my chest
I'll show you how to do this son

Get a crate, some crack, and some house slippers
A newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips up
Or get a gun, a mask an escape route
Some ducktape'll make 'em take you to the house
And ma don't give him nothin', unless he treatin' you special
Soon he'll get desperate, and go down and bless you
And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair
Just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah

I'll show you how to do this hon
Look, think big, fuck getting your nails done
Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son
Don't let 'em give you, hard dick and bubble gum
Make him cop the Lex Bubble, 2001 hon
I'll show you how to do this hon
And if your man got you bangin' up, it could be worse
Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse

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Z - '03 Bonnie & Clyde - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - '03 Bonnie & Clyde
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Darryl Harper, Tyrone Wrice, Shawn Carter, Prince Rogers Nelson, Ricky Rouse, Tupac Shakur, K West

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Lyric:
Uhh uhh uhh
You ready B? Let's go get 'em

Look for me, Young B
Cruisin' down the westside highway
Doing what we like to do our way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
All of my dates been blind dates
But today I got my thoroughest girl with me
I'm mashin' the gas, she's grabbin' the wheel
It's true to the heart

She rides with me, the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during 'Sex and the City'
She gets Carrie fever but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
'Cause mami's a rider and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)

The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin'
With the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin'
Now they 'bout nothin' if ever you mad about somethin'
It won't be that, oh no, it won't be that
I don't be at places where we comfy at
With no be-atch, oh no, you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect, nobody walkin' this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid

I keep you workin' at Hermes, Birkin bag
Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
So don't let the necessary occur, yep

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)

Talk to 'em B, if I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if it's somebody was me
Yeah, break it down for 'em
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could've been
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us

And I promise I'll give my life
All of my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
All of my trust if you was my boyfriend

All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
Down the ride till the very end, it's me and my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)

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Z - Some People Hate - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Some People Hate
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Brenda Russell, Shawn Carter, Brian Russell, Kanye West

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Lyric:
That old fashioned word, it's a word called love
Called love, called love, hung up, hung up

This must be the way the nigga 'Pac felt
When he made 'Me against the world', 'All eyez on me'
Y'all niggaz got me feelin' like all eyes on me
Me against the world

Y'all got me on my shit
Thought niggaz would appreciate what I did to this game
Bein' that, I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood
Come from the same 'hood you come from

We share basically the same stories
Thought niggaz would appreciate what I came and did
Since '96, every year somethin' must be
Seriously wrong with the world, I know y'all ain't hatin'

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people hate
I think they've lost their minds, I'm hung up

Raw, rough and rugged, when address in the mass public
My attitude is fuck it, 'cause motherfuckers love it
Got a chip on my shoulder, the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas
An' fuck bein' famous, I came to get the butters

I came from the gutter, my success in this game
Is sorta like 'Projectic Justice', a payment for brushes
With police officers, a peace offerin' from the Gods
For the streets I was tossed in, 'til I'm deceased in a coffin

I'ma be a beast on these beats, releasin' early and often
Please, your disdain for the brothers ain't gon' change the numbers
It's the strengthenin' of chain among us
Please, we ain't afraid of none of ya's, who want it with us?
Ain't nuttin' changed since the '96 summers, c'mon

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people hate
I think they've lost their minds, I'm hung up

They say success breeds envy
I guess it's just the penalty of leadership
I guess I'm what niggaz wanna be an' shit
Or niggaz just bored, wanna be in shit, 'fore they get to rappin'
Start believin' it, think they Ali an' shit

I roll with the punches, so I survive
I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side
I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise, surprise
They try to take me out the game, but I's alive

It's like a old Negro spiritual, I mastered Tobey
With a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga
You bastards know me, the one an' only
Big homie from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely

You need Jesus in your life
It's either that or y'all gon' make me put
The double Desert Eagles in your life, nigga

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people kill their brothers
I think they've lost their minds, I'm hung up

Au contraire, nigga, I am here 'cause I earned this shit
By ridin' out, when niggaz had learner's permit
We bring the knives out or we let them burner's spit
I bring them pies out if niggaz wanna burn the strip

Bring your rides out, bring your buggy eyes out
Turn your six, I laid back in the Mayback
Nigga, this the payback, I know you bitch niggaz, from way back
Niggaz wanna clown but the pound it don't play that
Get yourself found, drowned, where the lake at

Run up on 'em notoriously
And then we comin' where your wake at
Eight maniac cats strapped with gats
You can hate that, face facts, fake rap cats
Can't take back what I took back to the Brook, look

Some people hate
Some people hate
Some people kill their brothers
I think they've lost their minds an' I'm hung up

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