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Jay Z
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| U Don't Know (Remix)
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[Jay-Z]
You gotta let this one breathe Just
Just let it breathe for a second
"Im not trying to give you, no advice"
Yup, Hovis home! The newest addition to The Roc, M.O.P.
"I dont claim to be"
The Blueprint 2 is on its way
"Noooooooooo philosopher"
I know yall hear my footsteps out there, Im comin
"But I sure know, this is life"
Lets go get em Just!
[Lil Fame]
Time to dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAH)
Dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAAAAAAAHHH!)
"You dont know, what youre doing - doing - doing - doing.."
Its the Mo P. (YES!!) And the zip code is 1 (1) 2 (3)
THREE, and motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin
Im still runnin with cats that rob
From the era of XL 80s and hatchback Saabs
(SAME GAME!) Operation for this "Industry Lockdown"
We still tote hammers that go BLAK-OWW, run up if you wanna
Believe me dawg, these hammers with they owners
Fuck ya G up, have ya with blue Pampers in a coma, and
Your family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
A little fuck, shriveled up, with a hospital gown on
(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!) Keep pushin we fell bastards
To get over, we prowl with slippery shell tactics
Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
Lil niglette! What the fuck you recordin, "My Nig Jr.?"
(THE GAME AINT CHANGED!) It just got harder
Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S dot Carter
Brownsville (YEP!) We stomp through this bitch all day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage
[Billy Danze]
Uh, uh, uh
Im from the G side of thangs (OHH) where we ride and bang
With a heat datll flame, thats how we got the name
(WARRIORS!) Embedded in ya brains
And someone should be tellin em the veterans have came
And were better in the game, YOU BET ILL MAKE IT RAIN
("27 a gram") My man, its better than cocaine
Now everything will change and this Family will rule the world
And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and earl!
A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine
So its my time to shine and for you to ride the pine
I wont sit back and rap like these dumb-ass kids
I been around, I put it down, I aint these young-ass kids
(M.O.P.) The O.G.s repped and survived around this motherfucker
(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherfucker
When its crunch time, we do it our wizzay
For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols in B.K.
[Jay-Z]
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
MO fire, more Roc-a-wear attire
MO money, MO murder now that M.O.P.s hired
MO further for the Roc Empire, yall wont serve us
YALL nervous, know them guns on full service, ready to fire
One body, two body, three body, four
Young sittin on paper, Im above the law
Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with yall
For my Brownsville neighbors, "How About Some Hardcore?"
And it just get worser, every time I sign my signature in cursive
Just add another million to these verses
One million, two million, three million, four
And the moneys really worthless, Im pissin you off on purpose
My nephews situated, and my mom is straight
So Im ready for whatever drama should come my way
And you niggaz rappin to me, so your drama is fake
You dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bake
You dudes is cake, I keep two biscuits on the waist
Razor blades under the tongue, I will eat your face
Appetite for destruction, I am starvin today
Got a money hungry lawyer thatll eat the case
And thats just food for thought, dont let it go to waste
Nigga bite the bullet until you stuffin ya face, ha
I done forgot more than you ever learned
What you dont know will make your home a permanent urn, nigga!
"Do you believe it!!"
"You dont know, what youre doing - doing - doing - doing.."
"Do you believe it!!"
"You dont know, what youre doing - doing - doing - doing.."
"Do you believe it!!"
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