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Take the bassline out, uh-huh
Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh Let it bump though It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada Treated,we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!! From standin on the corners boppin to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock fleein the murder scene, you know me well from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby! You know it's hell when I come through The life and times of Shawn Carter nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!! I flow for those 'dro'ed out; all my niggaz locked down in the ten by fo', controllin the house We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that I flow for chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay tuition I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots All my ballers that's born to clock Now Imma be on top whether I perform or not I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin on futons and cots to King Size, dream machines, the green fives I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills Then I put it down type braile I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homies I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit! I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin I'm tryin to murder everything movin, feel me?! It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated,we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated , we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!! I don't KNOW how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I pray on my fours Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress you'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh! It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us!! Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life!! It's the hard knock life!! it's the hard knock life!! |
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Chorus: Gwen Dickey
I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means Verse 1: Jay-Z Check it out, you can catch me on top now, playin a club Throwin a shot down, tryin to stay above Ground, another ground-breakin day in the club Surrounded by my home thoughts, playin a cut Reminesin on days I didn't have a pot to piss in No watches to glisin, no V's with hot systems Missin my homies that passed right in front of my eyes Due to the fast life we told wonderful lies On how we would live forever, time proved us wrong Had to get our shit together and move it along Had dreams of being Big niggas, Jig niggas Drivin the hottest cars, movin out with our moms and I'm Chorus: Gwen Dickey Wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means Verse 2: Jay-Z Was interuppted by this chicken that I used to cluck wit Back in the days when I was movin much shit, "What up chick?" Maintanin, it's the same old thang A little stress, a little bullshit, ain't too much changed I see you kept it movin, you see I kept improving, she nodded her head in agreement Remember when I used to walk up and down the cement, puttin it down While the Streets is Watchin, stay hooded down Just to earn a rep, but what good is it now? She said "Damn I just stopped to say Hi.... Bye" I was too deep for you from day one Thats why we never had relations, continued in my own zone Chorus: Gwen Dickey I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I wish on all the people who really dream And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done Verse 3: Jay-Z Uh huh, We used to play tap-tap for rap tracks Run, catch, and kiss in the back park until it got dark Wanted to be like the older fellas, sneak and drink old Chample Dangerous games we played on the third rail Fiend for the summer breeze Hopped out the Lee's Dungrares into the Hawaiian shorts, relying on sports to take us away from here, but I cut too much So I had a plan B used to rhyme with a brush My sinners used to back me up Like Doug E. Fresh and Ricky D., Eric, Mickey and Me All my niggas is you with me, each of ya'll Let's reach for the stars now... Jigga! Chorus: Gwen Dickey I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I wish on all the people who really dream And I'm wishing on tomorrow praying it will come And I'm wishing on all the loving we've ever done |
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I mean like I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know I was popping that Cristal when all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know Wearing that platinum shit when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit I got to be the pioneer of this shit Bottom line I'm going to show you how to do it Check it I spit that other shit That's the nice motherfucker shit Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga You beer money, I'm all year money I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money I got bail money, XXL money You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit I got blood money, straight up thug money That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money You got show dough, little to no dough Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at? Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that? Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that? Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me Selling records, being you but still you want to be me I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me And still you running around thinking you got something on me But I done did it And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it That's cool, I was the first one with it Original, jiggas the future flow digital Still busting a gat when she gets critical Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose Groupies I leave them all fucked Niggas - all struck Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks Last year, when niggas thought it was all up But this year I've done it again, jigga! What the fuck Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me I flow like the 5 series, in various areas And blow holes in your weak niggas theories It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game You bought a 4.0 you better get your change Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane |
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If I shoot you, I'm brainless
Different toilet, same shit, and I'm sick of explainin this I'm waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiff Yeah, I know what you thinkin - fucked up ain't it? I shoulda known better, and I planned to but dog they be takin me out of my zone like a nigga with a handle I sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the closet I tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostage Let niggaz take shots at me, no response I just - flip and, pop my collar like the Fonz You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm You wanna conversate with the writer of the Qu'ran or Old Testament, don't test him then I know what y'all thinkin dick, pause Your future's my past, I've been here before I know when you're schemin, I feel when you plottin I got, mental vision, intuition I know where you goin I read your mind's navigational system Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin [Chorus] When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it? I need to know.. geah geah Yeah yeah yeah, yeah.. [Jay-Z] You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin And I only use his waist to keep my glock in But when shit goes down you know who's doin the poppin And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood Bad move; that's bad news How many times have I got to prove? How many loved ones have you got to lose before you realize that it's probably true? Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably do Shit I paid my dues, I made the news I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews And the streets say Jigga can't go back home You know when I heard that? When I was back home I'm comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome On any Martin Luther, don't part with your future Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya The answer is simply too dark for the user And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in? 'Fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone from what the block has spoken, my God Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms? Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh... [Chorus] When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it? I need to know.. chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it? I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh Yeah, yo, yo [Jay-Z] I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know I lost my pops when I was eleven mmm twelve years old He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's toll but I ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base The stress'll take a young nigga, give him a old face All I did was smoke joke, think and drink Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game I seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own script slip up and change the story I seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glory before reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfully I took trips with so much shit in the whip that if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, SNIFF Smell me nigga? The real me nigga, minus the rumors Holla if you feel me nigga [Beanie Sigel] The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now? Shit they got me circlin the block before I'm parkin now Don't get it twisted, I ain't bitchin, I'm just cautious now Sub, under the parka, extra cartridge now Hit his click Sig' up you fell at it you're dense I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic express I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors But fuck it, I'm still alive and I'm still in Ju'maa I know 'stafALLAH Niggaz wanna press me, put my back to the wall But pressure bust pipes I know, I spat it to y'all To know me is to love me, you see me, can't be me, hate this Fuck you I got guns like Neo in +Matrix+ Cross the Family, think Mac's sweet like Cairo or soft like Play-Doh get knocked off like Fredo - Corleone They find you with a hole in your dome I roll with niggaz that'll follow you and go to your home Thought you ball, but nigga you fall to my defense Catch you while you reachin, clip you then I cross you then I'm leavin Apply full court pressure like four-four ?? get you out of here, pull pressure to the trigger, bullets fly in three's You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves I do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leave Look in my eyes, realize it's Beans Niggaz wanna despise the team; till I play head coach and straight up, divide they team Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things Til the bullet.. ah, motherfuckers!! Yeah.. |
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"Presidents to represent me" --> Nas "Get money!" "I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" "I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" Rock... on, Roc-A-Fella y'all The saga continues Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme By the ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat Fuck em, we hate a nigga lovin this life In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process and I ain't got nothin but time I had near brushes, not to mention three shots close range, never touched me, divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what? Chorus Geyeah, know what? I'll make.. you and your wack mans fold like bad hands Roll like Monopoly, ad-vance you copy me like white crystals, I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish to The dead presidential, canidate with the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend you In due time when crime fleas my mind All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin brilliant I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in Long as the villian win I spend Japan yen, attend major events Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin J-A-Y hyphen, controllin, manipulatin I got a good life man, pounds and pence Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench Catch me swinging for the fence Dead Presidents, ya know Chorus Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's to change your life huh, roll with the winners Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected from chips to chicks just drivin a Lexus Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it done Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure Dead presidentials, politics as usual Bla-ouw! "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)" Chorus 2X |
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