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Can you hear me now? Good! (Blueprint 2 baby!)
The best of times, it was the worst of times (aoww) 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') (overlapping : Yeah, Roc-A-Fella Records You know what diamond is We ain't goin nowhere, put your diamonds up) 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 18, do what I wanna do Goin on my 8th 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'! * Repeat 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 mousehole Mousetrap, niggaz wanna know How so, how Jay get up out that, here, yeah I snatched purses I per-se-vered, 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 * Repeat |
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| 4:26 |
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Yeah it's magic
Uhh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz And it's a Heavy D product 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 And 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 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 Roc [repeat 4X] 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 Have you ever known moss like a rolling stone Case the Grim Reaper visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon (C'mon) It's the Roc [3X] (C'mon) That's right (C'mon) *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 * Repeat 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 lose 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 evens 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 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 Roc [3X] (C'mon) That's right (C'mon) * Repeat Life is all about Guns and Roses * Repeat Life is all about Guns and Roses |
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| 4:27 |
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Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH! (U Dont know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing) It's the MOP(Yes) 1, 1, 2, 3, 3 And motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp (SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW Run up if you wanna, believe me dog These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on (WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastards To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups No limit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior (The game aint changed)it just got harder Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!) And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em The veterans have came, and we're better in the game (YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) "27 grams" my man It's better than cocaine, now everything will change In this family we'll rule the world And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine So it's my time to shine and for you can 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 (MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka (FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK WHOOOOOOO!!!!!! Turn my music high, high, high, high-er Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire One body, two body, three body, four Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'll For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore? And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive Just add another million to these verses One million, two million, three million, four And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake Let's get it! |
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| 4. |
| 4:59 |
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Woo! Uhh, uhh It's "The Gift & the Curse" Uhh, uhh yea First they love me then they hate me then they love me again .. they love me again Let's take a trip down.. I gotcha Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetary Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every young black life is this line, "Damn - him already? Such a good kid," got us pourin Henn' already Liquor to the curb for my, niggaz up above When it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin love So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi 'Til the next time I see her, on the other side He was just some thug that, caught some slugs And we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of us He walked like ussss, talked like ussss His back against the wall, nigga fought like us - damn Poor Isis, that's his momma name Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name? Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him Hot temper, momma said he act just like her husband Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him Isis blamin herself, she wish she coulda saved him Damn near impossible, only men can raise men He was his own man, not even him can save him He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day When she got the news her boy body could be viewed down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew Angel dust, dipped in WOO! She slipped into, her own fantasy world Had herself pregnant by a different dude But reality bites and, this is her life He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife It was just this night when, moon was full And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight Had her soundin like Lisa Lisa - I wonder if I take you home will you still love me after this night? Mike was the hardhead from the around the way that she wanted all her life, shit she wanted all the hype Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike He was a Willie all her life he wasn't really the one to like It was a, dude named Shy who would really treat her right He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life But I-sis, liked this, Broadway life She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight She was so turned on that she had to shower twice How ironic it would, be some fight that turned into a homicide that'll alter their life See Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him like "If that was my son, he would look much different. See I'm light-skinnded and that baby there's dark so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe." Mike was still crazy out there runnin the streets (fuck niggaz want?) Had his old reliable thirty-eight gun in his reach It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak He runnin around like life's a peach, 'til one day he approached this thug that, had a mean mug And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz" Told him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (fuck you) Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (hold up) There was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen before It's like, lookin in the mirror seein hisself more mature And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord You know what they say about he who hesitates in war (What's that?) He who hesitates is lost He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct Six shots into his kid, out of the gun Niggaz be a father, you're killin your son Six shots into his kid, out of the gun Niggaz be a father, you killin your sons Meet the parents.. {*echoes and slows down as it fades*} |
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(Please believe that) Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some way we gotta make it up out this life Weather we dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker I don't always want to be this drug dealing Motherfucker damn Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride Through the sky I Use to play the hall up fifth floor me and my boys we All poor getting high I seen the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing I received I'm from the dirt I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand and Still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through And touch my soul take hold of my hand Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn Some how some way I gotta make it up out the hood someday Some how some way I gotta make it up out this life Some way I gotta make it up out this hood someday Talking:( To old Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you) Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up Niggas fighting over Cold young boys light things up All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up Remember Lil' Eddie man how he light mean up Then they wonder why we light green up Back to back steamers trying to relax but I can't I lean up ain't the L or the refer that steam up It's my head stress to the point I get a fever Thinking bout the block and all the mothers and kids That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed'em For the rest of their life fucking wings fried Vegetable rice(gotta be kidding) No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night Our kids eating lunch at night In their beds all bunched in tight No less than three or four(you know how it go) Two by the foot two by the headboard Man I'm getting scared for them (Yeah I know) Thats how I feel for them And we gotta grip the shorties on the block All they do is smoke weed and drink forties Cop their quarties Enough to get the latest ROC, newest glock, and old Jordies Some how some way We gonna make it up out the hood someday Some how some way We gonna make it up out this life Some how some way We gonna make it up out the hood one day Some way we gonna make it up out this life Right here another lil' story bout this click I claimed Another chapter based on how I get that game Hanging round my neighborhood and bang my street Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep South-side sunny side Blocks I run South Vegas, South Paul Nigga all got guns Over here we got this poor (?) get that there We know tomorrow ain't promise so we get that there Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps Working inside a slump house starving to death Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and Zippers agents snapping your picture neighbors Plotting to get ya Situations is critic I was out here to get it Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it And holding back all the mothers for a minute Pumping hard dog Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all dog Love being willied and your creek gonna rise I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise (Some how some way) (Some how some way) I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some way we gotta make it up out this life |
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That old fashioned word.. it's a word called LOVE!
Called looooove, called looo-oooo-oooo-oooo-oooo-ove Oh! 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 Mmm, 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 ninety-six, every year Somethin must be seriously wrong with the world I know y'all ain't hatin (Some people hate!) Don't tell me niggaz is hatin (Some people hate!) Nah.. you know what I think? (Some people hate!) I think.. (I think they've lost their minds) Think y'all lost your mind Y'all got me on my shit Raw rough and rugged, when addressin 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 And fuck bein famous, I came to get the butters I came from the gutter, my success in this game is sort of like "Pro-jectic Justice," a payment for brushes with police officers, a peace offering 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 yas, who want it with us? Ain't nuttin changed since the ninety-six summers, c'mon (Some people hate!) Jeah, uh, yeah (Some people hate!) Uh, uhh, uhh (Some people hate!) Yeah.. you know what I think? (I think they've lost their minds) They say success breeds envy I guess it's just the penalty of leadership I guess I'm what niggaz wanna be and shit Or niggaz just bored, wanna be in shit 'Fore they get to rappin, start believin it Think they Ali and 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, but I mastered Tobey With a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga You bastards know me, the one and only Big homey 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!) I know niggaz are hatin man, let me find out (Some people hate!)Jealousy's a weak emotion, y'all gotta overcome that man (Some people kill their brothers)C'mon man be stronger than that.. you know what I think? (I think they've lost their minds) You'll be aight though Au contraire nigga, I am here cause I earned the shit By ridin out, when niggaz had learner's permit We bring the knives out, or we let them burners spit I bring them pies out if niggaz wanna burn the strip Bring your rides out, bring your buggy eyes out, turn your 6 I laid back in the (?) Nigga this the payback, I know you bitch niggaz from way back Niggaz wanna clown but the pound it don't play dat Get yourself found, drowned, where the lake at Run up on 'em +Notoriously+, "Take that!" (take that) 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) (And I'm hung up.. ohh..) |
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| 4:49 |
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Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that (Jay-Z won't hold my hand no more)
Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that Jay-Z that, Jay-Z this (Jay-Z won't give e no money) Get off Jay-Z 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 trying to do I brought the flutes this time, though I unleashed the flutes on them, guru Gimme some more music in the headphone Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening 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 and your articles, hard to spit at Jay Y'all from afar threw thoughts my way What you thought, I would naught have nothing to say? Nope! Y'all fell into the booby trap I set the trap just to see dude react, and now And now you'se can't leave You opened the door god, I'm at you annually And 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 anything dude says Same dude to give you ice and you owe him some head (Shortyyyy!) 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 * Repeat Can't y'all, see that he's fake, the rap version of TD jakes Prophesizing on your CDs and tapes Won't break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes And 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 Donating 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, depositing checks they put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lot of lip And 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 Saving me the hassle of speaking to half of these assholes And I'ma let karma catch up to Jaz-O, whoa 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 ov I get the spoils cause the victor is me (me, nigga) You're an actor, you're not who you're picted to be The street dreamin, all y'all niggas living through me I gave you life when niggas was forgetting ou 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 And 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 R O C, nigga That's why they follow me, they feel my pain and 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 * Repeat (x2) |
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| 4:38 |
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What, uh, c'mon, uh, keep the change, my nigga, (it's too
late) It's too late for that Don't gotta to spit that game Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that Uh, uh, young, Neptunes, Young Chris, ROC Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla *My nigga, please - you ain't signing no checks like these My nigga, please - you pushing no wheels like these My nigga, please - you ain't holding no tecks like these My nigga, please - you don't pop in vest like these My nigga please, uh-huh, uh, This my world, pimp stroll Nigga please, you ain't start out from your trunk Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk Nigga please, chumps don't tour like us You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus Nigga please, you ain't got your neck all froze With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes Nigga please, you don't be getting no hoes With La Perla on they cheeks, can't be messing with cheap chicks Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans Manolo Blahnik I'm going through they body like an ultrasonic You ain't got 'em blowing no chronic Divine intervention, you can't prevent me from shining Nigga please, I been around the world Damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world Nigga please, you can't even hold my shoes I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you * Repeat (+ ad libs) Uh, pimp strolling on 'em Black diamonds, rose goldin' on 'em paper foldin' on 'em Snuck pass the dog noses with the Foldger's on 'em Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on 'em Snitch got pinched but he toned it on 'em Lawyers got it adjourned, try {?} on 'em Witnesses, it's no holdin' on 'em Just George Jefferson strollin' on 'em Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be My videos is like real TV That chick, that's me, that six, that's me That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea Nigga please * Repeat (+ ad libs) Yo, yo, Nigga please, y'all ain't seeing no checks like these (no) Y'all don't run up in record labels demanding respect like we Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we Y'all coach class, y'all never private jet like we My nigga please, y'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us And repeat it we must, y'all don't re-up like us Ay, y'all ain't being like us, 'cause y'all don't see it like us The move the D's when they rush My nigga please, they must be on E's and dust Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us My nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got O.G.s like me B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame Dash, Kareem Nigga please, somebody must've gassed your team Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (GangGreen) My nigga please * Repeat (+ ad libs) Amazing man, got your aerosol, I made my money, but don't trouble the law I keep the womens around I got the gremlin's crazy And wanna know the time Better have me shades, see My nigga please * Repeat (+ ad libs) |
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| 3:34 |
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Uhh, yeah, uh-uhh-uh
Uh-huh, uh-uh-uhh, uhh, uhh 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 Cause 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 dissapear? 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? * Repeat Jeah, jeah, jeah You're invadin my space You need to, be easy, ahh You're invadin my space You need to, be easy, ahh You're invadin my space You need to, be easy, ahh You're invadin my space C'mon dawg, be easy, ahh Uh-uh, I don't know why they do that Heh, I don't understand Heh, 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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| 3:47 |
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We're the ones with the flame (Yeah)
We're the fire that remains (Turn Rell up a little bit) We're controllin' the game from now on (Huh) Yeah! It's the world reknown Internationally connected Locally accepted Roc-A-Fella Records Don't get it confused (Roc, baby) Doin' what we do (It's The Roc, baby) B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek (You understand) Introducin' It's Young C (Young C!) Home of Philly, young and hungry All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me And every hood in the world discussin' me I hated once when I didn't give it up to Neef It's Neef Buck (Neef Buck!) Out the cut (Out the cut!) All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us They can't fuck with us AAAWWWWWW I'm the one Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows To do with your ho all wrapped in one I'm not done Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done The one to cop one, come back for another one Quick fast, like rapid refund I'm the grrrrrrr mean green out the money machine I'm not done I'm Omilio, and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood And you like it All those haters talkin shit we don't like it We love it That black mask, black glove shit Roll up on him don't budge, bitch With my mack, and my tech And my vest, just like that For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring (rrriinngg) together As one AAAWWWWW It's young Free Move, workin' the wheel Hand jerkin' the V Busters don't let you crossed the line Thinkin I'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his cuz Thinkin them slugs'll fly Call me P.C. Tempers feelin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the wheel The fitted tilt to the left The shirt blend with the sweats Your girls skirts invest She undressin', don't stare Check the picture nigga I'm the one Young H-O, a game of one What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung Listen hon, twist one, this Armi, sip some It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151 When I'm done Make a run with The Roc Rock Air Force 1's Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come Through customs, cops can't bust him It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it No, we love it I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it You can't fuck wit Young Easy, I on the Just Blaze production You get nothin' We get enough spins Can't stop us from coppin bottles while we clubbin' It's the R-O-C forever, tell the public, huh! Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring (rrriinngg) together As one AAAWWWWW |
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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 * Repeat 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 * Repeat 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?) * Repeat |
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| 12. |
| 2:57 |
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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 X5's we give 'em to baby-mammas Push the big top that shake like the canvas, chickens snackbox 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 recievers Y'all eaten off Pa Dem, on the low like a cesar Pay ya taxes, you niggaz is husttlin' 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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| 2:39 |
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{Let's describe A certain female}
{Let's describe A certain female} {Let's describe A certain {scratching female fe-fe-fe-fe-fe- fe-fe-female} BITCH! You know my name and the company I own {*BITCH} You like my style,and you smell my colonge{*BITCH} Don't try to act like my track record ain't known {*BITCH} You probably gotta couple CD's in your home {*BITCH} Don't make me say it twice you actin' all uptight,or sididdty like,like,like You ain't a {*Scratching bitch} I ain't no ballplayer you ain't gon get pregnant get hit off and slid for the neighbors take off to go off to work so just take off your shirt don't hit me with that church shit {*BITCH} I gotta sister who school me to shit you chickens do trickin'fools gotta 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 TWWICE you actin'all uptight or sididdty like,like you ain't a {*BITCH} You ain't no betta,cause 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 ? not the way he dribble the ball or draw lyrics your a {SCRATCHING BITCH,BITCH,BITCH} No Ma you A {SCRATCHING BITCH}That's Real {SCRATCHING BITCH}Chiyeah {Let's describe A certain female} {Let's describe A certain female} {Let's describe A certain {JAY-Z TALKING}SAY JAY-Z WHY YOU GOTTA GO DISRESPECT THE WOMEN FOR HUHHH Sisters get respect,Bitches get what they deserve, Sisters work hard,Bitches work you nervous, Sisters hold you down,Bitches hold you up, Sisters help you progress,Bitches'll slow you up, Sisters cook up a meal play they role with the kidz,Bitches in the street with the nose in ya 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 they dirt outside of where they live,Bitches have niggas all up in your crib, Sisters tell you quick you betta check ya homie,Bitches don't give a fuck they wanna check for ya homie,Sisters love Jay cause they know how hov is I LOVE MY SISTER I DON'T LOVE NO BITCH {SCRATCHING BITCH} BITCH!!!!!! |
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| 3:47 |
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Oh yea
Uh oh Yall know who it is (he's baaack) If you with me throw the diamond up one time Ladies if you with me grind to the base line Dont be scared to grab her from behind and make her show out her wild side sneak out the back side What they gone do with me Got money got bras got a crew with me Willis bannanas clips i got a sue with me Get down and ay down and fuckin shoe with me Now how the fuck they gone deal with me I aint goin nowhere they got to deal with me Got the whole bk ready to kill with me You scared muthafucker keep it real with me (keep it real with me) What the fuck they gone say to me Got the clap (ya mean) all day with me Cut muthafucka (ya mean) dont play with me Cut muthafucka (ya mean) stay with me Dont lose me yall Please dont confuse me with dog im different I brought it back for a livin 33's was on the fuckin back like pippen 3 she could keep for herself and distribute 36 in the key you do the addition mutherfucker before mister and nest did it i was movin shit likean Oreo fitted Im Cal Ripken Jr. lets get it *If youwith me throw the diamond up one time ladies if you with it grind to the baseline Homey dont be scared to grab it from behind And make her show out her wild side poke out her wild side x2 Mommie what that nigga gone say to you Got your hair did with your favorite shoes Tell him dont play with you get him away from you You need a balla like I call him like I See him like naw Move over yall amueters No you not ballin thats pro amuetuer shit Oh stop callin that ho man shit Stop fallin asleep thats old man shit I stands up in it like a champ up in it Bia been in it so long get my cars transmitted No more minute man in it Get my sound scared Be the s with the marketing plans in it * Repeat (x2) What they gone do Yo got starch in your flow I flow to many ways Hes got an arch in my flow All sorts of flow Rim brandand rolkie i am up with the flow Even if youur filthy got an apartment to flow Take it likely got a dark in the flow They way i put it together tear em apart with the flow Im to smart with the flow You just started the flow Stop it yougin You 106 & Parkin the flow Im a pro as you see i am off the charts with the flow Actually im number 1 on the charts with the flow In some places they say i am gone with the slow Like my office but they are bias to rebark with the flow (oh no) I am the new spirit i am yall with the flow Trouble man dare i say i am more with the flow I come apart but i evolve with the flow Crossover slam dunk rucker park with the flow young * Repeat (x2) |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-01-18
Subject : Jay-Z - The Blueprint2: The Gift & The Curse (Roc-A-Fella,2002)
