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Blueprint trios
Yeah, yeah What we talkin' 'bout real shit or we talkin' 'bout rhymes? You talkin' 'bout millions or you talkin' 'bout mine What we talkin' 'bout 'cause I ain't got time For what people be talkin' 'bout all the time What we talkin' 'bout fiction or we talkin' 'bout fact? You talkin' 'bout fiction? Hold up, pardon my back I'm talkin' 'bout life and all I hear is Oh, yeah, he keeps talkin' 'bout crack I ain't talkin' 'bout profit, I'm talkin' 'bout pain I'm talkin' 'bout despair, I'm talkin' 'bout shame I ain't talkin' 'bout gossip, I ain't talkin' 'bout Game I ain't talkin 'bout Jimmy, I ain't talkin' 'bout Dame I'm talkin' 'bout real shit, them people playin' What is you talkin' 'bout? I don't know what y'all sayin' People keep talkin' 'bout, Hov take it back I'm doin' better than before, why would I do that? Ain't nothing cool 'bout carryin' a strap 'Bout worryin' your moms and buryin' your best cat Talkin' 'bout revenge while carryin' his casket All teary eyed 'bout to take it to a mattress I'm talkin' 'bout music, I ain't talkin' 'bout rap You talkin' 'bout who's hot, I ain't talkin' 'bout that The conversation is changed, let's yap about that I don't run rap no more, I run the map They talk, we live, we see what They say, they say, they say They talk, we did, who cares what They say, they say, they say Still they can't' focus on them, they be talkin' 'bout me Talkin' 'bout what I wear, talkin' 'bout where I be Check out my hair, these ain't curls, these is peas Peasey head still get paid, I'm combin' through G's Please, we ain't focused on naps 'Cause I don't run rap no more, I run the map A small part of the reason the president is black I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack Talkin' 'bout progress, I ain't lookin' back You know I run track, try not to get lapped People keep talkin' 'bout Hov left 'em flat Try to rewrite history, let's talk about facts Dame made millions even Jaz made some scraps He could've made more but he didn't sign his contract As far as street guys, we was dealin' crack That's just how the game goes, I don't owe nobody jack Grown men want me to sit 'em on my lap But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black I repeat, you can't sit on my lap I don't have a beard, now get off my sack Scream at me They talk, we live, we see what They say, they say, they say They talk, we did, who cares what They say, they say, they say And now that that's that, let's talk about the future We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther Now you could choose ta, sit in front of your computa Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up Or you could come with me to the White House Get your suit up, you stuck on being hardcore I chuck the deuce up, peace out Medusa Welcome to the Blue ah Print ah tre piece, Jay-Z your tutor Toota of my own horn, beep, beep, move ya Ras clot when rude boy come through with the roof up So I could see the sky 'Cause everybody talkin', Hov, I think we know why They talk, we live, we see what They say, they say, they say They talk, we did, who cares what They say, they say, they say |
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[Verse 1]
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you You're far too kind Hold you're applause This is your song not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you Please hold your applause For I just applied logic Keys keys open doors Now I'm balcony, Opera, Black Tux, Binocula Black luxe, Stop it I shouldn't be so popular Name keep poppin' up Face keep poppin' up On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box 'em up How would I know HBO would get a shot of us Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us Please don't bow in my presence How am I a Legend? I just got 10 #1 albums Maybe now 11 More hits than a Now! 11 That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta heaven Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes Thank God, what a guy as I say my grace Who woulda thought by making birds migrate For the winter I be fly all summer Might I say (Hook) Thank you, Thank you, thank you You're far too kind Hold your applause This is your song not mines Thank you, Thank you, thank you You're far too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll handle mines [Verse 2] Hovi Baby We are really high, really high tonight We tip the waiter a hundred dollars To keep the ice cold, alright? We the last guys to keep the Wise guys code alive If I can't live by my word Then I'd much rather die No no don't thank me, This is just how my suit is stitched I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm just who the shoe fits For the Color Of Money like a Tom Cruise flick 'Cept I put 8-balls in corners without using pool sticks Beautiful music when champagne flutes click Beautiful women sippin' throught rouge lips Dangers approaches We're like wait who's this? Let us save you some trouble son What size suit you is? This way after the Ruger shoots through a few clips You can lay in your casket just as you is We appreciate the target practices We'll be sure to send flower baskets kid (Repeat Hook) [Verse 3]I was gonna kill a couple rappers But they did it to themselves I was gon' do it with the flow But they did it with their sales I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help And they did a good job them boys is talented as hell Cuz not only did they brick they put a building up as well They ran a plane into that building and when that building fell Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar then took a smell Cuz they heard that second hand smoke kills Niggas thought they was ill found out they was...ILL And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel (Hook) [Jay-Z] We are really high, really high tonight Lucky Lefty, kiss the wife tonight for me |
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La la la la... hey hey hey goodbye
Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... begin This is anti-autotune, death of the ringtone This ain't for Itunes, this ain't for sing-along This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain't politically correct This might offend my political connects My rap's don't have melodies This shit make jackers wanna go n commit felonies Ah, get your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn I know we facin a recession But the music yall makin gonna make it the great depression Ah, or your lack of aggression Pull your skirt back down, grow a set men Ah, ah... nigga this just violent This is death of autotune, ah moment of silence La la la la... hey hey hey goodbye Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... begin Holdup, this ain't a number 1 record This is practically assault with a deadly weapon I made this just for Flex n Mrs. C, I want niggas to feel threatened Stop your blood clot crying The kid the dog everybody dying No lyin, your niggas' jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too light I might wear black four years straight, I might bring back Versace shades, This ain't for Z100 Ye told me to kill yall to keep it 100 This is for Hot 9-7 The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the best n' Nigga this shit violent This is death of autotune, moment of silence... La la la la... hey hey hey goodbye Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... begin Holdup, this shit need a verse from Jeezy... ay! I might send this to the mixtape Weezy Get somebody from BMF to talk on this Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it Get me foul to style on this I just don't need nobody to smile on this You niggas singin too much, Get back to rap you T-Pain'n too much Ah, I'm a multi-millionaire So how is it I'm still the hardest n뾞 here? I don't be in the project hallway Talkin' bout how I be in the project all day That sounds stupid to me, If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me Yeah, just get violent This is death of autotune, moment of silence La la la la... hey hey hey goodbye Only nigga to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... begin |
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(Rihanna)
Feel it coming in the air Hear the screams from everywhere I’m addicted to the the thrill (I’m Ready) It’s a dangerous love affair (C’mon) Can’t be scaring nickels down Got a problem, tell me now Only thing that’s on my mind Is who gon’ run this town tonight Is who gon’ run this town tonight We gon’ run this town (Jay-Z) We are, yeah, I said it, we are This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get y’all fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black everything And our girls are blackbirds, riding with they Dillingers I get more in-depth if you boys really real enough This is La Familia, I’ll explain later But for now, let me get back to this paper I’m a couple bands down and I’m tryna get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I’m talking five comma six zeroes dot zero ? Back to running circles ’round niggas, now we squared up Hold up (Rihanna) Life’s a game but it’s not fair I break the rules so I don’t care So I keep doing my own thing Walking tall against the rain Victory’s within the mile Almost there, don’t give up now Only thing that’s on my mind Is who gon’ run this town tonight Hey heeeeeeey Hey heeeeeeeeeey Who gon’ run this town tonight?? (Jay-Z) We are, yeah, I said it, we are You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar Please follow the leader, so Eric B we are Microphone fiend, it’s the return of the God, peace God And ain’t nobody fresher I’m in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela On the table, screaming f**k the other side, they jealous We got a bankhead full of broads, they got a table full of fellas And they ain’t spendin’ no cake They should throw they hand in, ’cause they ain’t got no spades My whole team got dough So my bankhead is lookin’ like Millionaires’ Row (Rihanna) Life’s a game but it’s not fair I break the rules so I don’t care So I keep doing my own thing Walking tall against the rain Victory’s within the mile Almost there, don’t give up now Only thing that’s on my mind Is who gon’ run this town tonight Hey heeeeeeeeeey Hey heeeeeeey Who gon’ run this town tonight?? (Kanye West) It’s crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow To everybody on your dick, no homo I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos Next time I’m in church, please no photos Police escorts, everybody passports This the life that everybody ask for This a fast life, we are on a crash course What you think I rap for?? To push a f@#kin’ Rav 4?? But I know that if I stay stunting All these girls only gon’ want one thing I could spend my whole life good will hunting Only good gon’ come is it’s good when I’m coming She got an ass that’ll swallow up her G-string And up top, uh, two bee stings And I’m beasting, off the re-sling And my nigga just made it out the precinct We give a damn about the drama that you do bring I’m just tryna change the color on your mood ring Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things Have you ever had shoes without shoestrings? What’s that, Ye?? Baby, these heels Is that a May-what?? Baby, these wheels You trippin’ when you ain’t sippin’, have a refill You feelin’ like you run it, huh?? Now you know how we feel (Jay-Z) Wha’sup? (Rihanna) Hey heeeeeeey Hey heeeeeeeeey (Jay-Z) Wha’sup?? (Rihanna) Hey heeeeeeeeeeay Hey heeeeeeeeay Who gon’ run this town tonight?? (Jay-Z) Wha’sup?? |
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Yeah
Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn Now I'm down in TriBeCa Right next to DeNiro But I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra And since I made it here I can make it anywhere Yeah they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem All of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway Brought me back to that McDonalds Took it to my stash spot Five sixty stage street Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping Pastry Cruising down 8th street Off white Lexus Driving so slow but BK is from Texas Me I'm up at Bed Stuy Home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard And I brought my boys with me Say wat up to Ty Ty still sipping Malta Sittin courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives Nigga I be spiked out I can trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from In New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York New York New York I made you hot nigga Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue but I ain't a crip though But I got a gang of niggas walking with my click though Welcome to the meltin pot Corners where we sellin rocks Afrika Bambaataa shit Home of the hip hop Yellow cap gypsy cap dollar cab holla back For foreigners it ain't for they act like they forgot how to act 8 million stories out there and their naked City is a pity half of y'all won't make it Me I gotta plug special Ed I got it made If Jesus payin Lebron I'm paying Dwayne Wade Three dice cee lo three card molly Labor day parade rest in peace Bob Marley Statue of Liberty long live the World Trade Long live the king yo I'm from the Empire State that's In New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York New York New York Lights is blinding Girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick the side lines is blind with casualties Who sippin life casually then gradually become worse Don't bite the apple eve Caught up in the in crowd Now you're in style And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out city of sin is a pity on a whim good girls gone bad the city's filled with them Mommy took a bus trip now she got her bust out Everybody ride her just like a bus route Hail Mary to the city you're a virgin And Jesus can't save you life starts when the church end Came here for school graduated to the high life Ball players rap stars addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feeling like a champion The city never sleeps better slip you an Ambien In New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York New York New York One hand in the air for the big city Street lights big dreams all looking pretty No place in the world that can compare Put your lighters in the air everybody say yeaa yeaa Come on yeaa yeaa Come on In New York Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York New York New York |
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[Intro]
[Young Jeezy] Yeah, see it's that It's that Blueprint 3 shit right here It's that TM 103 shit right here You ready ? You ready Hov'? Let's go! (Hands up !) [Verse 1] [Young Jeezy] Allow me to re-introduce myself At the same time re-introduce my wealth At the same time rejuvenate the game It's for my ol' dog niggas that's used to 'caine Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game GD's, vice lords, the crips the same And I know you're 'bout to say this off the chain Tell 'em fake trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane See I ain’t dead or in jail, I can’t complain And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain And if you just tunin' in, let me explain You know i keep that 47, Uday Hussein These niggas way too far, I played the game And if you listen hard enough I say some things And when that sack got low, I shave them things And put 'em right back together, I made them things [Chorus] [Young Jeezy] Now put your sacks in the air if you represent your click Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2) This is real as it gets Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2) This is real as it gets [Verse 2] [Jay-Z] Wassup, wassup (x3) I got it Jeezy Now where the south side at, wassup, wassup Where the west coast at, put your W's up Where my east coast niggas that hustle to live And all my niggas up north that's doin' a bid Oh yeah I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare I rap and I’m real, I’m one of the few here These other boys lyin', I wonder if y’all care They stories out this world, I wonder if y’all hear But don’t really matter as long as they stay clear Clear of the real shit we doin' over here When my nigga get home, I’m gonna send him a Lear For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air With a couple of broads get him right up in the air Mile high club get him right up in there Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year By the time you hear this song, he’ll be standing right here Real nigga shit there! [Chorus] [Young Jeezy] Now put your sacks in the air if you represent your click Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2) This is real as it gets Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2) This is real as it gets [Verse 3] [Jay-Z] A hundred million to the good and I'm still talkin' yayo At a snails pace I won this race that y’all trail Uh, uh, Blueprint's for sale Followin' my footprints you can’t fail Set sail, I used to duck shots but now I eat quail I'll probably never see jail Each tale contains more of the truth Of the statute allows me to go into detail Uh, close your eyes you can smell Hov’s the audio equivalent of braille That's why they feel me in the favelas in Brazil And water-house 'cause real recognize real Rrraaahhh! [Young Jeezy] You know me, I don't need no introduction Call me make a lil' somethin' out of nothin' Anywhere you go, we're the topic of discussion Damn, that's gotta be disgusting Err, shit make me wanna throw up It's big boy music, it should make me wanna grow up Flows like syrup, it just make me wanna pour up And is it just me or this makes you wanna roll up A big fat one, then unpack one Then unwrap one, peel back one They use to call me Jizzle with the stampp in the middle And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle Wassup! [Chorus] [Young Jeezy] Now put your sacks in the air if you represent your click Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2) This is real as it gets Hey! Hey! Ohh! Ohh! (x2) This is real as it gets |
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{"On to the next one, on to the next one" - *repeat in background*}
(Intro: Swizz Beatz) + (Jay-Z) I got a million ways to get it (uh-huh, geah) ... Choose one (choose one, hey) Ay, bring it back, bring it back (uh-huh) Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey (Jay-Z) Hov' on that new shit, niggaz like "How come?" Niggaz want my old shit, buy my old album Niggaz stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it movin Niggaz make the same shit, me I make +The Blueprint+ Came in the Range, hopped out that Lexus Every year since, I been on that next shit Traded in the gold for the platinum Rolexes Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records Used to rock a throwback, ballin on the corner Now I rock a teller suit, lookin like a owner No I'm not a Jonas, Brother I'm a grown-up No I'm not a virgin, I use my cojones I move onward, the only direction Can't be scared to fail, searchin perfection Gotta keep it fresh girl, even when we sexin But don't be mad at him when he's on to the next one (Chorus: Swizz Beatz) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey I got a million ways to get it ... Choose one Ay, bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one I'm on to the next one, on to the next one (Hold up) Freeze! Ay! Somebody bring me back the money please, hey (Jay-Z) Fuck a throwback jersey cause we on to the next one And fuck that Auto-Tune cause we *onnnnn* And niggaz don't be mad cause it's all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I used to drink Cristal, the muh'fucker's racist So I switched gold bottles on to that Spade shit You gon' have another drink or you just gon' baby-sit On to the next one, somebody call the waitress Baby I'm a boss, I don't know what they do I don't get dropped, I drop the label World can't hold me, too much ambition Always knew it'd be like this when I was in the kitchen Niggaz in the same spot, me I'm dodgin raindrops Meanin I'm on vaca', chillin on a big yacht Yeah I got on flip-flops, white Louie boat shoes Y'all should grow the fuck up, c'mere let me coach you Hold up (Chorus) (Jay-Z) Uhh, +Big Pimpin'+ in the house now Bought the land, tore the muh'fuckin house down Bought the car, tore the muh'fuckin roof off Ride clean, I don't ever take the shoes off Bought the jeep, tore the muh'fuckin doors off Foot out that bitch, ride the shit like a skateboard Navigation on, tryin to find my next thrill Feelin myself, I don't even need an X pill Can't chill but my neck will Haters really gon' be mad off my next deal Uhh, I don't know why they worry 'bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin in the projects Had her out in Bed-Stuy, chillin on the steps Drinkin quarter waters, I gotta be the best M.J. at Summer Jam, Obama on the text Y'all should be afraid of what I'm gon' do next Hold up (Chorus) edited by Dean Jones |
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the Audemars are yesterday
so even if i slow it dooown my sound is fast forward, hold up i'm just a runway show but i wear this on my plane in my runway clothes cashmere sweats they come out next year but these my last year sweats and my hoe so sick, your new chick cant F-ck with my old b-tch and you know this sh-t i'm professional, they know this is I just may let you borrow this this the blueprint n-gga follow this this what what tomorrow is welcome to tomorrow b--tch [Drake - Chorus] whatever you about to discover we off that you about to tell her you love her we off that always wanna fight in the club and we off that but you can't bring the future back ya'lll steady chasing the fame we off that oversized clothes and chains we off that N-gga still making it rain and we off that cos you can't bring the future back Tell n-ggas top get off me Cris we off that Timbs we off that Rims we off that [jay-z] Yesh we off that that is you still on that if you still making money cos we still on that this ain't black versus white my n-gga we off that plase tell bil O Reilly to fall back Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls Its 2010 not 1864 ah yeh we come so far so i drive around town hard top and its off ah and my tribeca loft with my high brow art and my high yellow broad ah and my dark skin sis and my best white mate say whats up to to chris ah, hows that for a mix got a black president got green presidents Blueprints in my white ipod Black diamonds in my Jesus piece My god ah we aint tripping off that its a benetton ad, n-gga been up off that [chorus] [jay-z] I don't give a fidduuck abiddout the widday you used to move, what you used to do and i dont give a fidduuck abiddout the b-tches that you used to screw what your future do and we dont really care what you uesd to say unless that affects your future pay Im on the practice field running two a day so i don't drop the ball when its threw my way so i don't a fidduck abiddout the sh-t that you probably did who you probably is the only time i deal in past tense is i'm past rims and i'm past tints if you driving it i drove it you got it cos i sold it you copped it and i bought it back and we don't give a fiddck n-gga we off that [chorus] |
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Hov's a Blackberry Bold, Shawty is a Sidekick,
She used to have a man, I used to have a side chick, Shawty got wind I had to blow the chick off, got rid of him they both took the sh-t hard, shawty play the piano me I play the white keys, shawty from the south, oh, I think she like me, Shawty like Pac, me Big Poppa, screaming hit em up, I'm screaming who shot ya, I'm on that red wine, shawty like white, same sh-t different toilet, we both getting nice, me I'm from the apple which means I'm the Mac She's a PC, she lives in my lap. [Chorus] Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard Shawty get it in, Venus Versus Mars, Whether Black or white we both like Mike, We both like Jordans, Both Phil's nice, When I finish breakfast, shawty's out for lunch, yeah we both eating its better than brunch, shawty like Pepsi, me I'm da Coke Man, Body like a coke bottle, I crush it like a Coke can, Started at the window, then the bedroom wall, the Ying to my Yang, I skeet skeet off, I hits it from the back, Shawty like the front, the Bonnie to my Clyde, both riding shotgun, both covered in gold like C3PO, James and Florida Evans let the good times roll, [Chorus] Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard Shawty get it in, Daddy go hard Shawty get it in, Venus Versus Mars, Thought Shawty was the truth, found out she was a cheater, we were supposed to takeover, I caught her bumping Ether! I thought shawty like Mike, found out she like Prince, thought she was Adrian, it’s been Rocky ever since, My dollars was down, she left me for some Euro’s, Took my whole flavour, I call her coke zero, Co-MVP like Kobe and Shaq, left me for the Heat, we were winning back to back, said I partied too much, shawty got fed up, shawty got Britney shaved her whole head up, we used to make out, kissing each others face off, Fell for the ponzi scheme, damn shawty just Made-off. |
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Yeezy !!! Hova !!!
Let's Go Yeezy !! Hova !! (2X) Love me or leave me alone Either love me or leave me alone (Chorus: Kid Cudi) Ohhh, they want me to fall (fall) Fall from the top (top) They want me to drop (drop) They want me to stop (stop) They want me to gooo (goooo) I'm already gone (already) The shit that I'm on (hey!) I'm already homeeee (Jay-Z) Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home now one mo' gin Ohhh, they want me to fall (fall) Fall from the top (top) They want me to drop (drop) They want me to stop (nooo) They want me to gooo (nooo) I'm already gone (gone) The shit that I'm on (already) I'm already homeeee Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home (Verse 1: Jay-Z) These niggas want me to go Don't they know that I'm gone? They know I'm space shuttle level They need ox-y-g-g-g-gen Don't they know that they borin'? Don't they know that I yawn Only time they excitin' is when they're mentionin' Shawn You seen "Single White Female" when she dyed her hair blond? Sometimes I look at these rappers, the movie remind me of them Somebody turn these boys off Don't they know that I'm on Can't they see that it's foolish to try to kill me with songs? What the fuck are they Lauryn? you "Killing Me Softly" You talk me to death, only thing you could do to him I opened the door for them, what else could I do? These niggas want me to walk for them But somebody talk to them before I go off on them... (Chorus) (Verse 2: Jay-Z) I taught 'em 'bout fishscale, they want me to fish for them They want me to catch, clean... and cook up the dish for them All of this just for them or they got a diss for him They want me to disappear, like it's gon' shift for them They say that I'm in the way, they want me to sit for them But what they admitting is, they ain't got shit for him And really the fact is, we not in the same bracket not in the same league, don't shoot at the same baskets Don't pay the same taxes, hang with the same bitches So how am I in the way, what is it I'm missin'? Nigga I been missin', nigga I been gone The shit that you just witnessin' end, I been on And as for the critics, tell me I don't get it Everybody could tell you how to do it, they never did it Now these niggas is mad, oh, they call me a camel But I mastered the drought, what the fuck, I'm an animal Half man, half mammal My sign is a Sag, this is just what I planned to do Oh don't be maddddd (Chorus) (Verse 3) I'm in the Hall already, on The Wall already I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already On another level, on another plane already H-O-V, I got my own lane, already (already) ..I done cooked up "The Roc" already So why the fuck can't y'all get hot already? (already) Put your name in the pot already Niggas compare me with Biggie & 'Pac already (already) Like I'm gone already And I am, nigga I'm "Already Home" already (already) If y'all can't already see I ain't worried bout y'all cuz I'm already me Yea...do you already Enough with the complainin', boo-hoos already ...Eat food already Ain't nothin' given, you gotta claim your shoes already Yea So in summation, I don't know who you racin' I'm already at the finish line with the flag wavin' c'mon (Chorus: 2x) edited by Dean Jones |
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[Jay-Z]
Haters, Haters, These n-ggas haters, and I made myself so easy to love, [Kanye West] Yeh, yeh How much they hate it? very! Kiss girls like Katy Perry, I am never sprung but I Springer Jerry, Don’t try this at home, Results may vary, King like T.i But in the Chi, Larry, [Jay-Z] Hoover, Hova, Both are American Gangsters, You choose whose colder, Rappers get nasty in the booth but I'm gross, I can’t even stomach myself, ulcer! More realer cos I’m closer, Had girlies in girdles wearing more than they supposed ta, Poser, no sir, My hussle, so Russell, I stretch work, Yoga, You know i got it down dog, Al Roker, I used to knock pounds off, It ain’t nothing for me to knock nails off, these MC’s praying for my downfall, They just haters, I wave at you, I’m so player, I’ll never be done, I’m so rare, [Kanye West] We killing the game, its not fair, You muthaf-ckers stay right there, cos we too high up in the air, we blasting off just like a laser, n-gga, pee-une, pee-une, pee-une gimme back, gimme room room room, DB9 like vroom vroom vroom, Youing Hov what we doin doin doin? [Jay-Z] We ballin b-tches, Eating food leaving ya’ll dishes, Why these n-ggas always talking Lear talk Ye? Why I never see em at the clear port Ye? Why always here they at the Airport? Why i fly daily like i’m in the Airforce? Therefore, please stop talking my ears off, millionnaire talk, You haters, you mad at me cos y’all paper, need to get his muthaf-cking weight up, Hold up, waiter, I ain’t done, name one thing I ain’t done, it hurts when you say that I aint the one, You haters, How did i came your favorite, i need to know because i care-ah, i need you to love me cos i swear-ah, Look here-ah, see Ye is running the Chi like ya Sayers, Im running new york, i go the payer on my pager, you can’t fade us, you haters, i need you, stay back, i breathe you, like air-ah, air-ah, air-ah, yeah yeah yeah yeah-a yeah yeah yeah yeah-a where are my haters, i love all my haters love all my haters, I love all my haters, uh uh uh, haters, hater hater…. [End] |
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[Jay-Z]
All rhymers with Alzheimer's line up please All mamis with mind freeze please line up please All bloggers with comments please, I come in peace Let's see if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave All mamis I hugged before'll vouch for me Tell 'em 'bout the time on your momma's couch mami All hustlers who ever, bought a eighth from me Take this time out, to set the record straight for me 'Member me? Silver bullet, hard top, mentally They think I'm out of shape so I have to jog they memory Think with indelible ink, I let the pen go Verses permanently tattooed serve as momentos Uhh, I'm so mental My track record speaks for itself, I'm so instrumental Allow me to rekindle, let's all "Reminisce" like Mary did I think I have to send you a reminder, here it is [Chorus] Reminder (uhh) reminder (uhh) I got it if you needed a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh) reminder (uhh) I think I better give you a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh) reminder (uhh) I got it if you needed a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh) reminder (uhh) Cause I can give you a friendly reminder (uhh) [Jay-Z] What the hell have y'all done ... to even have an opinion on what I've been doin What the hell have y'all won? ... Only thing you can identify with is losing Ten #1 albums in a row, who better than me? Only The Beatles, nobody ahead of me I crush Elvis and his +Blue Suede Shoes+ Made the Rolling Stones seem sweet as Kool-Aid too '96, '97, '98, '99 2000, 2001 and beyond Oh-two, oh-three, oh-four, oh-five Oh-six and seven, oh-eight, oh-nine Back-to-back, double plat', I did what you won't Men lie, women lie, numbers don't Ain't nothin changed for, me 'cept the year it is I think I have to send you a reminder, here it is [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Do what I've done without cryin in the environment and what y'all did it in without dyin my nigga Then rap like I rap without lyin then tie 'em both together like I am my nigga Then write sixteens in between runnin sixteen bid'nesses All the while showin these young punks what the bid'ness is As if, I'ma let you niggaz style on me As if, now everybody's senile on me Throwbacks, I threw 'em back, remember those, button-ups? Young Hov', tell them ordinary Joes +Budden+ up I destroy your 4-point-ohs And Benz 500's at all points that OWE! Now you niggaz 'member me, tell me how could you forget Back of Johnny's album cover, red and blue Gucci shit Ain't nothin changed but the year it is I think I have to send you a reminder, here it is [Chorus] |
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(Pharrell)
Yeah 3 in the morning on the Westside highway, top down baby, fuck y'all The motivation for me was them telling me what I couldn't be, oh well (Jay-Z) This a special dedication i wanna thank you for the fuel no really thank you (Verse 1 - Jay-Z) I felt so inspired by what my teacher said said I'd either be dead or be a reefer head now sure if thats how adults should speak to kids especially when the only thing I did was speak in class I'll teach his ass even betters what my uncle did I pop my demo tape in start to beat my head peaked out my eye, see if he was beating his he might as well say beat it kid, he's on the list its like I'm searching for kicks like a sneaker head he gon keep pushing me until I reach the ledge and when I reach the ledge I'll tell em all to eat a dick take a leap of faith and let my eagle wings spread spread spread (Chorus - Pharrell) Motivation for me was them telling me what I could not be, oh well I'm so ambitious I might hit two sisters hey I'm on a mission no matter what the conditions Forget the personal issues when you been what I been through hey if you believe it then you could conceive it (Verse 2 - Jay-Z) I had to lace up my boots even harder father is too far away to father further-more of the kids either smoke reefer or either move white, theres few writers in my cipher so they made lighter, my type a dreams seem dumb they said wiser, how many guys a you see making it from here the world don't like us, is that not clear, a riper I'm different, I can't base what I'm gonna be off a what everybody isn't, they don't listen, just whispering behind my back no vision, lack of ambition so wack! (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Jay-Z) Had a couple of meetings no office yet maybe I ain't good enough for these offices back to the drawing board ducking officers it's all good cause the streets is A&R'ing this so with or without any of your involvement coming for all of this, respect my conglomerate I went from pauper to the President every deal I made said President niggas thought I'd fall without old buddy oh buddy, what I do is make more money Dear Teacher, your probably somewhere near a speaker I'm balling outta control, can you hear my sneakers fuck y'all (Chorus) (Outro) You see, the motivation for me was them telling me what I could not be edited by dean jones |
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[Mr. Hudson]
Let’s dance in style, Let’s dance for a while, Heaven can wait we’re only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst, Are you gonna drop the bomb or not? Let us die young or let us live forever, We don't have the power but we never say never, Sitting in a sandpit, Life is a short trip, The music’s for the sad man, [Chorus] Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever and ever Forever young I wanna be Forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever, forever [Jay-Z] So we live a life like a video When the sun is always out and you never get old And the champagne’s always cold And the music is always good And the pretty girls just happen to stop by in the hood And they hop their pretty ass up on the hood of dat pretty ass car Without a wrinkle in today Cuz there is no tomorrow Just some picture perfect day To last a whole lifetime And it never ends Cos all we have to do is hit rewind So lets just stay in the moment, smoke some weed, Drink some wine, Reminisce talk some sh-t forever [ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/eQVV ] young is in your mind Leave a mark that can't erase neither space nor time So when the director yells cut, I'll be fine, I'm forever young… [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Fear not when, fear not why, Fear not much while were alive, Life is for living not living up tight, See ya somewhere up in the sky, Fear not die, I'll be alive for a million years, bye bye, So not for legends, I'm forever young My name shall survive Through the darkest blocks, over kitchen stoves, Over Pyrex pots, my name shall be passed down to generations While debating up in barber shops, young slung, hung here, Shorty, the n-gga from here With a little ambition just what we can become here, And as the father passed his story down to his sons ears, Younger kid, younger every year, yeah So if you love me baby this is how you let me know. don't ever let me go, that's how you let me know, baby, [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Slamming Bentley doors, Hopping out of Porsche’s, Popping up on Forbes lists, Gorgeous, Hold up, N-ggas thought I lost it, They be talking bullsh-t I be talking more sh-t They nauseous, Hold up, I'll be here forever You know, I'm on my fall sh-t, And I ain't waiting for closure, I will never forfeit, Less than four bars, Guru bring the chorus in, Did you get the picture yet, I'm painting you a portrait of young… [Chorus] |
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Trackback from :: Der Steppenwolf :: 2009-09-23 16:29:25
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