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feat. Faith Evans, Notorious B.I.G. [Jay-Z] It was all a dream [scratched simultaneously: "It was all a dream" - B.I.G.] [Faith Evans + (Jay-Z)] 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.. [Jay-Z] Had a dream I said, bout who he said? Bout B.I.G. I said, that's big he said Dig 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 re-peated 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 [Faith Evans] Was it all a dream - tell me Was it all a dream, was it a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam I gotta know ("It was all a dream") Was it all a dream - was it a dream Was it all a dream, a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam [Notorious B.I.G.] 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 ("World Trade") 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 [Faith Evans] Was it all a dream - tell me Was it all a dream, was it a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam I gotta know ("It was all a dream") Was it all a dream - was it a dream Was it all a dream, a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam ("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..") ("It was all.. a dream") [the beat drops out and Jay-Z raps the next part acapella] [Jay-Z] 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 |
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Yes, yes YEP!
Welcome to the.. Jay-Z extravaganza I'd like to introduce my band right now Just Blaze and the Blazettes, hehe 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 unshakeable (it's Hovi baby) Yeah, ch-chi-uh, uh-ch-ch-uh, un-breakable Rock the unrockable (it's Hovi baby) [Jay-Z] Follow the flow, look They say a midget standin on the giant's shoulder can see much further than the giant.. (the giant..) So I got the WHOLE rap world on my shoulder they tryin to see further than I am.. (than I am..) And I have been tryin to be patient with they preoccupation with David and Goliath.. (Goliath..) But sooner or later, that patience gonna run it's course and I'm forced to be a tyrant.. (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 WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Jeah, jeah [Chorus] Can't touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable Shake the unshakeable (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.. [Jay-Z] 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) [Chorus] [Jay-Z] 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 (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!) [Chorus] |
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[Jay-Z]
Jeah.. uhh.. what shall I do for a livin nigga what shall i Eat for a livin nigga {*watcher*} That's how I live for a livin nigga.. {*watcher*} Okay, let's do this {*the watcher*} [Verse One: Jay-Z] 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-to-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, 'cause I fight 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 Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom? Allow me to retort You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we taught 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 so long, fuckin ya 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 on you midgets, I gave light 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, -, 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 [Chorus: Truth Hurts] 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) [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] 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 veins 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 chear 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 [Chorus: Truth Hurts] 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) [Verse Three: Rakim] 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 {*echoes*} [Chorus: Truth Hurts] 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) |
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Uhh uhh uhh you ready B? Let's go get 'em look for me young B Cruisin down the westside high way 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 pharoahess Girl wit 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 cuz 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 holla all I need in This life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the very end it's me And my boyfriend all I need in This life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the very end it's me And my boyfriend 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 burkin bag manolo blahnik timbs Aviator lens 600 drops her cedes 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 so sin is me And my girlfriend down to ride to The very end it's me and my boyfriend All I need in this life so sin is me And my girlfriend down to ride to The very end it's me and my boyfriend If I was your girlfriend I'll be there for you if somebody hurts you Even if that somebody teasin' was Me Yeah~hee sometimes I trip on how happy we could be and so I put this On my life nobody or nothing will Ever come between us and I promise I'll give my life my love and 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 my love and My trust if you was my boyfriend all I need in this life of sin is me And my girlfriend down to ride to the Very end it's me and my boyfriend All I need in this life of sin is me And my girlfriend down to ride to the Very end it's me and my boyfriend~ |
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Swear to God I just touched down
[Chorus: Jay-Z] + (LaToiya) 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 [Jay-Z] 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 [Chorus: Jay-Z] + (LaToiya) All around the world.. (same song) Brooklyn bombers (same song) Detroit players (same song) Chi-Town.. all around the world [Jay-Z] Said it's all love, Shore Club, M-I-A Party at bungalow eight, when I stay Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante "Come and Talk to Me" mami in the Yves-Saint Laruent, 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, tell the pilot keep the engine runnin then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard St. Bart's 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 [LaToiya] Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade All around the world [Jay-Z] 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 [LaToiya] We gon' take you all around the world.. it's the same song (same song) Everywhere (same song) It's the same song (same song) We gon' take you all around the world.. same song (same song) Same song (same song) Same song (same song) All around the world.. {*harmonizing to the end*} |
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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 her, 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, like 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 an older but light with 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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{Hook}
Please believe that "Some How Some Way" we gotta make it up out the hood someday. "Some How Some Way" we gotta make it up out this life. {Come on}"Some How Some Way" we gotta make it up out the hood someday......"Some Way" we gotta make it up out this life. {Jay-Z} Whether we dribble out this mothaf**cka, rat metaphors, & riddle out this mothaf**cka, work 2nd floors I spittle out this maf**cka, "Some How" we gotta get up out this mothaf**cka. "Some Day" the cops kill a maf**cka, I don't always wanna be this drug dealer maf**cka damn...wish I could take a soar on this magic carpet ride through the sky, I....used to play the harlem 5th floor me & my boys we all prawl gettin' high, I....see the worse at a worse I deserve every blessin', I receive I'm from the dirt I.....plan at my seed on unfirttle land, mirttle, park, marcy, flush at a no strand and....still I do "Some How" I knew dat the sun'll shine through and...touch my soul, take hold of my hand, look man a tree grows in Brooklyn. {Hook} "Some How Some Way" I gotta make it up the hood "Some Day". "Some How Some Way" I gotta make it up out this life.....{Come On}"Some Way" I gotta make it up out the hood "Some Day". {Beanie Siegel} Too long Nell sit wit you I ain't goin' hit you 20 Ni**as on the block tryin' chase that buck....nusey neighbors & the haters keep their face on stuck cops roll up on the payment break the dice games up moms small kids can't chase the ice cream truck, girls fightin' over rolley I'm goin' tight things up, Ni**as fightin' over crowder yall goin' light things. All the peatey A** wars f**k the scene uo, Revolour, Eddy Draw man I ain't like meaner, then they wonder why we like green up back to back steam up tryin' to blast but I can't lean up in the L or the repha that steamer that steam up is my head, stress to the point I get a fever....think about the block and all the mothers & their kids that can't leave and how the checks gotta feed 'em...for the rest of their life f**kin' wearin' fried vegetable rice....gotta be killed with breakfest Captin' Crunch at night. Our kids eatin' lunch at night make beds all bunched an tight....for less the thrills for....know how I feel for them gotta rip the shorty's on the block all they do is smoke weed & drink 40's.....pop their lower 40's nough to get them haters robbed blue squat all drugies. {Hook} "Some How Some Way" we goin' make it up out the sewa one day. "Some How Some Way" we goin' make it up out this life {yeah} & "Some How Some Way" we goin' make it up out the hood one day......."Some Way" we goin' make it up out this life. {Scarface} Right cher's another little story bout' this clique I click another chapter based on how I get that yank slaingin' round my neighborhood bang my street sittin' watch the past go by play my speak South Side, Sunny Side, block's I run, South Vegas, South Paul Ni**as all got guns over here we got this cold salad get that there we know tomorrow ain't a promise so get that there f**k sittin in the middle room guard the steps workin' inside a smoke house starvin' to death serve these Ni**as flippers quarter ounces in tippers 80 snappin' your picture neighbors plottin' to get ya situation critic I was out here to get it livin' it like a savage Ni**a I gotta have it holdin' back on the mothaf**ka I merely pull the hold on you raise up the walkin' down and f**kin' all yall God be a willin' & a creep don't ride I 'ma be a Ni**a in the street goin' raise and out some way, out some way. I'ma be a Ni**a in the street goin' raise out some way. {Hook} "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. {Come On} "Some How Some Way we gotta make it up out the hood "Some Day". "Some Way" we gotta make it up out this life. {Jay-Z} Ridahs...........Come On |
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Uhh, just point out the bounce
Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah Just point out the bounce, yeah Timbo the king, yeah Young Hov' the king, yeah Just point out the bounce.. Yes, just point out the bounce nigga Yo, listen [Jay-Z] 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 [Chorus] Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in large amounts 'til 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.. [Jay-Z] For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n Either 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 meaning 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 [Chorus] [Verse Three] 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 son Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?" I seen MTV, I know who you are You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas? I did take over the game, brought back the soul Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow All I, know, I gots the flow And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago [Chorus] Point out the bounce {*repeat 5X*} |
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Oh yeah, uh oh
Y'all know who it is (he's back) If you with me, throw the diamond up one time Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line Niggas, don't be scared to grab her from behind And make her show out her wild side, stick out her backside Now what the fuck they gon' do with me Got money, got broads, got a crew with me Real as banana clips, I got a Sue with me Get down or lay down nigga to shoot with me Now how the fuck they gon' deal with me I ain't going nowhere, they gotta deal with me Got the whole BK ready to kill with me You scared motherfucker, keep it real with me, keep it real with me Now what the fuck they gon say to me Got to clap, yi mean all day with me, CLAP, yi mean Don't play with me, CLAP, yi mean Stay with me, don't lose me y'all And please don't confuse me with dog, I'm different I bought it back for a living 33 O's on a bitch back like Pippen 3 She can keep for herself and distribute 36 O's and a ki, you do the addition Before Mitchell and Ness did it I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it [Chorus] Hon' what they gon' say to you Got your hair did and your favorite shoes Tell'em don't play with you, get'em away from you You need a baller like I, call'em like I See'em like naaaa Move over y'all amateurs No, you not balling that's Pro-Am shit Oh, stop calling that's hoe-man shit Stop falling asleep that's old man shit I stands up in it like a champ up in it Be up in it so long, get my calls transferred in it No more minute man in it Get my Soundscan, BDS, and Market and Glance in it [Chorus] What they gon do' You got starch in your flow I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilkey I am art with the flow Even if I'm filthy, you gotta pardon the flow Niggas taking it lightly, had to darken the flow Way I put it together, tear'em apart with the flow I'm too smart with the flow, you just started the flow Stop it youngin, you 106th & Park with the flow I am pro, as you see I'm off the charts with the flow Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow In some places they say this, I am God with the flow Like my office, but they're biased, too involved with the flow (Oh no) I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow Troubled man, dare I say, I am Mar with the flow I come up hard but I evolve with the flow Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow [Chorus] |
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