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JAY-Z lyrics - The Black Album

My 1st Song

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[Notorious B.I.G. interview] I'm just, tryin to stay above water y'know Just stay busy, stay workin Puff told me like, the key to this joint The key to staying, on top of things is treat everything like it's your first project, knahmsayin? Like it's your first day like back when you was an intern Like, that's how you try to treat things like, just stay hungry [Verse One: Jay-Z] Uhh, uhh, yes, yes Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop Let me tell you pe-eople why Came from the bottom of the block I When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit Had to pull the opposite out this bitch Had to get my ri-ide on Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to Had to had to get these chips Had to make moves like Olajuwon Started out sellin dimes and nicks Graduated to a brick No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip Legendary like a schoolboy Crushin merely nearly every every chick Heavy shit - that's how schoolboy got whipped And got left on some 'Just +Me, Myself and I+' On some Trugoy shit Had your boys threw place up, to a place of no return Had to play with fire and get burned Only way the boy ever gon' learn Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned [Chorus] It's my life - it's my pain and my struggle The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst is the same as - when I came It's my joy and my tears and the laughter it brings to me It's my ev-ery-thing [Verse Two: Jay-Z] Like I never rode in a limo Like I just dropped flows to a demo Like it's ninety-two again and And I got O's in the rental Back in the Stu' again, no prob' livin was a whole lot simpler When you think back, you thought that you would never make it this far, then you take advantage of the luck you handed Or the talent, you been given Ain't no, half steppin, ain't no, no slippin Ain't no different from a block that's hidden Gotta get it while the getting's good Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop Then you gotta bid it, good riddance Goodbye, this is my second major breakup My first was, with a pager With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the GAME This one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortune Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the FAME [Chorus] It's my life - my pain and my struggle The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst is the same as - when I came It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me It's my ev-ery-thing Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first And my thirst like the first song I sang [Outro: Jay-Z] Woo! It's like the blues - we gon' ride out on this one Ta-tah, be-hah Yo Hah, 'member you was makin them dashes for them niggaa at radio and shit? Clark Kent, that was good lookin out nigga Carlene - who ever thought we'd make it this far homey? Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin? Lenny S Dame whattup? Robbin the bank Niggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member uhh You had that fucked up ass handwritin You was writin all the numbers that we was spendin now for the videos we was doin ourselves, whattup? Original Flavor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shit But we we still put it together Bigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh But y'all my nizzle, your dog peed on homey leg and shit at his crib - I think that was Rudy And they was havin a lil trouble with the pool You and Ta-tah was laughin Emory was there, whattup Emory? What up Ta? Hip-Hop, whattup man? Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh You ain't have no muh'fuckin seat on your, on your bicycle Now you uhh, the head of black music That's what I'm talkin bout right there homey - G, whattup G? Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc Hey Guru, I know you spoiled man I be takin them shits in one take You gon' have to punch niggaz shit, STICK IT, you gon' be tight OG One, whattup? I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process But it's all good - whassup Dash? My whole family, my nephew, cousin Angie, whassup? Te-Tee (B, B, B, B) Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that? Bob Allah, rest in peace My pops, rest in peace (Sup A.J.?) Biggie Smalls, rest in peace Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Nigga, I'm bout to go golfin man Ay, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it! I'm goin somewhere nice where no mosquitos at nigga Holla at me - it's your boy!

New Year's Resolution

Lootpack "Soundpieces: Da Antidote!"
featuring Dilated People Chorus: The long awaited most accommodated Could never fade it cuz it's always hip hop related Wack MC's please or you'll get annihilated The LP's and the Peoples called the Dilated Long Awaited [Evidence] Freeze this shit is outta control For example an actor who never snapped out of his role So many try to hold me back in the end yo I prevail Watch for subliminals cuz devils in the detail 2020, no doubt will be confusing Catch the story of my life on VH1 Behind The Music (Ladies Gentlemen), The starting line ups at home We got four emcees and that's five with DJ Romes [Rokka] B-boy mission in life is to add creativity to the battle scene Got Dilated to detonate mic weapons for mic check fiends Yo, Evidence (What's Up?) What's that in your hand, is it a guidance missile? (Yes it is) Call up ya man Rokka tell 'em it's time to blow da spot up With metaphors, lyrically I slap MC's up with my ten inch Pull rhymes right out my chest like Popeye does spinach Because my song must stay strong with each bomb that we deploy Destroy fake decoy B-boys for those who can't avoid (Chorus) [Rokka] Yo if my peeps' are in the trenches then I'm where the battle is Rokka Iriscience A.K.A. the Catalyst The weight of the world's on my shoulder like I'm atlas Dealing with the villainous tactics of the facists Real heads gotta rock the Lootpack shit Defiant Dilated, yo I'll shoot back quick Vocab like refugees but I call it vocap Spit it, ventilate 'em, leave 'em laying on their back [Madlib] It's mostly snakes handing out contracts Trying to see where I at Innovations on the Dilated, Lootpack format We freak the physics, break emcees on contact Madlib don't lack, we'll be waiting for that payback You better get hittin, your soul when I drop my compound on contact All that played out shit will have you knocked out in the first round Cuz too many frauds walking around [Rokka] If you're not making ends meet than it's not healthy To be representin' like the wealthy If you're not knowing that my name is Rokka Dilated platform representin' with the LP [Evidence] Yo, I take control grab the horse by the mane I'm that New York type of driver on this L.A. terrain Make it rain, when it pours we flood, cover your system Intuitive, straight up, avoided you by instinct You could take cover, dodge radar detection But try to dodge weeded out by natural selection It's finally here, the moment of the long awaited We represent the West, Lootpack and Dilated [Wild Child] So, better back up cuz DJ Romes is gonna go off and Bringing his Technics turntable style straight out of his coffin I'll continue to pull out my menu of styles and bend you In half then laugh on behalf of my whole Lootpack staff Brothers be like I wanna hear y'all ish , at least you've waited First heard it hear, negative criticism is mad appreciated My direction takes course of a fraudulent, fake endorserer Thinking he's a dope rhyme style enforcerer (to the world of hip hop) If you don't support, you're amongst those who's gonna get dissed And dismissed when we come back with 10 times the force of a [Rokka] Earthquake, we laugh in Cali wild so watch the earth shake From the first take, pop in your box, the Long Await We rollin' like Jugganauts, plug in spots, Not talkin' bout runnin' glocks preparing for incoming stocks Yo it's the Pack with them Triple Optic kids While we keep this art real, y'all worry bout your pocket lids [Evidence] Hey yo, some are goin' Platinum, skills are still lackin' I meditate and coach, action like Phil Jackson Space invaders faded, undisputed Dilated Highly anticipated, Lootpack the long awaited (Chorus to fade)

I Killed Hip Hop 2

JJ DEMON "Limbo"
Yo, I killed hip hop, rim shot In my purple flip flops, flex for the burbs That's my word, I'm Alfred Hitchcock It ain't the size of your boat, but if you got your shit docked Then you're probably rappin' about your money Get your wrist watch, tick tock Maybe if I had it, I would do it, too But I would rather make that shit that you bang at your funeral Trashy and unusual, rugged like it's '93 I know you love it, but I love the way you keep remindin' me Finally, this is like a breath of clean air in the ruins of a dynasty Don't need to be scared Listen rappers, you complete me, I could never lose you Your emptiness inspires me entirely, it's voodoo It's blood inside my diary, my wiring is off Record labels should've fired me the day I flipped the cross Now I’m coming for your listeners to open up their minds to what is really goin’ on Here, let me open up the blinds (See?) [x3] Yeah, you’re in the same school, new grade level, class is in session And I hope you brought your grade shuffle,open to today’s lesson I watched these rappers gettin’ fatter while I starved But I ain’t starvin’ no more, darling, I’m just watching my carbs Everyone locking their cars like that shit’ll stop a beast Your little ass called the jaws of life, you ain’t got the teeth I know you’re lookin’ at my scars, it’s a hard brew to swallow But if pain is beauty, I could be a supermodel Hit the store, scoop a bottle I don’t know how much you noticed, but I’m a little more vicious now You’re licking your wounds while I’m ripping all your stitches out I’m listenin’ to a different tune, R.I.P. to rappers, we’ll be missin’ you, missin’ you I don’t really listen to your shit more than twice, all that tryna be creative shit is nice But I’m surprised to say that I don’t really feel it And plus, I got the feelin’ that these kids want something with a little more feeling (Really?) [x3] Yeah, really Now tell me, can you feel me in your bones? Am I the spider you see crawlin’ across the ceiling of your home when you’re alone Tryin’ to call yourself an artist, and you mean it But it’s hardest cause you know you ain’t as hard as JJ Demon I got your beating heart inside my hand, look at you all wide-eyed and entranced I will bring you right back from the dead, so I can say bye-bye again, try again Dyin’s what you wear the suit and tie for To watch you blow your brains out in a car with suicide doors Are you alive, whore? What the fuck you alive for? Try to survive less and die more, I’m the advisor Don’t fuck with me, you won’t-won’t be cool, it’ll be me, and it won’t be you Little me this on the little league list, you just use rap as a coping tool Now I don’t know what you’re hoping to do, I’m an early lead broken in two I’m doper than dope on the spoon, I’ll kill it and open a tomb I remember when they wouldn’t even look at me Now all the scene girls wanna throw a fuck at me Really? You won’t know you’re dead until the walls start peeling Revealing all of your fears had come true Did I kill hip hop, or just kill you? (Hip hop’s dead, hip hop’s not dead) Really? You won’t know you’re dead until the walls start peeling Revealing all of your fears had come true Did I kill hip hop, or just kill you? (Hip hop’s dead, hip hop’s not dead) [x5]


JAY ROCK "90059"
[Intro - Lance Skiiiwalker:] Take my mind on this road, you too I took my mind on this road, way through I take your mind on this road, you do I took my mind on this road, way through [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket The stench from the smoker's smoke, so ferocious Winos in the alley, nearly slumped over Demons in they eyes, glassy, no Folgers Wake up sober, kill you for a cold one Snotty nosed rascals, big ratchet toters Give it up slowly, click, clack, it's over Something like Velcro, stay attached to corners Hood rats plotting, riding for the blue cheese All for the Gram, grams and a new weave All they got is spandex pants, and some loose knees Niggas taking chances, tip-toeing with two P's No one's exempt, weak or strong they do bleed Candle light vigils, closure if they do leave Bullets have a name defined by different calibers Concrete jungle, beware of different challengers Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters Play your cards right or be scratching off them calendars [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket These waters are murky, crocodiles they lurking Murder rate merging, up and down virgins Guess you gotta play street versions of a surgeon Keep beat bursting, closing down all your curtains When shit don't go right, gotta question your purpose Denim with them serpents coming back to surface EBT, zero balance, worthless You either leave in limousines or them hearses Too much bad blood, another problem emerges You started the problem you motherfucking deserved it Politicking, a lot of liquor, that be the answer They Marlboro, trying to trick them, they be the cancer Gotta get that loose change, you gotta kick a nigga brain Like your name Liu Kang, that be the mantra Stop, look, listen, that's the words to live by Know you gotta stake your claim, like a rib-eye 90059, nigga, here's why [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket Ah, shit, get out my pocket Ah, shit, get out my pocket Get out my pocket A force from the rap game my nigga, this ain’t a circus There’s no Ringling Brothers, no Barnum and Bailey Clowned ass niggas get marked out daily, trucked out lately Bitch niggas get they hat brought to them, you don’t communicate Well hands and the gat talk to you, what’s the convo? Don’t think fast, you end up getting a combo Think situations is calm, then they bomb though Sleeping in the bando, it’s either death or jail Something you never planned for, dreaming about Lambos Wake up shivering, pillow next to a lamppost Straight up out the motherfuckin’ crockpot it’s Watts One stops leave you with dope, socks is not boxed No rats, re-rock that got them all losing weight Got all they teeth shot but got a sweet spot Gotta call up Dr. Dre just for the Detox All of this in one zip code, keep the streets hot [Hook - Lance Skiiiwalker:] I don't know why niggas keep fucking with me These streets make it so hard to breathe Highs and my lows Look both ways, where I'm supposed to go Ah, shit, get out my pocket

Big Thangs

Ant Banks "Big Thangs"
[Featuring Too $hort, 2Pac, And MC Breed] Too $hort: If your a real hustler your sure to get rich. Chorus: This is for the hustlaaaas, come on This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh This is for the hustlaaaas, come on This is for the hustlaaaas, ohh Ohh, come on, come on Too $hort: I make money like a motherfucker It ain't no thang to me $hort Dog in the house spittin game wit Breed Ain't no bust partner, that's the thrid week I'm going to pimp these hoes, they can't work me How the hell you think I get to ride a B-12? The phone and TV ended with a green smell I went from Oakland to Atlanta with my top down $hort Dog, my shit is nation wide now You can ask Breed or Pac it don't stop I ain't bull shittin make a mill when I rock Three players in the game and it's a major Bitch you wanna get me better hit me on my pager Today I'm on the westcoast Tommorrow I'm in Texas Flip the Benz and Farri, sold the Lexus $horty drop the bass in the mix You know what's next beitch I'm sure to get rich *Chorus* 2Pac: Haha I'd be the thuggin ass outlaw Til my fuckin casuct drops Fuck around and make me blast on these bastard cops This is for the hustlaaaaas Believe me coming stapped with the gak When you see me Label me a threat to society, but I ain't quitin Thug life motherfucker ain't no bull shittin Born in these projects destined to fate Collecting mail on these broke bitches Slanging that game Now shit done changed It ain't the the same I ain't lyin niggas are dyin Three strikes have you motherfuckers flyin In the penatentary or in the cemetary Gettin high no need to worry Last year niggas knockin up the block and in between shots Pumpin tapes from that nigga Breed and Pac This year bringin you the fix Including Ant Banks in the mix We're sure to get rich Still I ride. *Chorus* MC Breed: I'm a cold-hearted fool I mean a fool at heart, head strong and I won't be headed home if he falls apart Conatact niggas like a part time When I ride the beat Ain't no way to hide from the darkside Man of many mens till the very end and blend in and change my iden Just to mix up with the game They know me by the Breed and they don't know it's my last name It's mind over matter I don't mind, you don't matter Pull a glock and watch the whole block scatter and we can have us a gak to gak talk Do it old style and do a back to back walk Count to ten and say goodbye to your friends and we can put the bull shit to an end I figure if he plays around he lays around and he's a motherfucker ?????? calls a corner when I'm around Bodies are buried and found all around and parish and charish and thoughts just to be true Punk, fellas behave ya and it just might save ya So guard your girl and pickup your pistol cause you can't get wit Breed the weed head lyrical nit wit The shit won't change as long as I'm alive I gotta survive and keep it tight *Chorus*

That's That Shit

MYSTIKAL "Tarantula"
Shit Shit Mystikal That's That Shit [1. (1x)] That's the reason the bitches be trying to get the worm out the zipper That's the reason niggas gon' have to learn that I'm the ripper I scrape up crumbs and turn 'em into nickels Then bounce 'em into dimes then I turn 'em into flippers I can't do my rhymes like you do yo rhymes cause it isn't You can't make your shit try to sound like mine cause it isn't I run right at the top of the line, get your mind right nigga Murder was the case cause I shine at night nigga The man with the braids in his hair, two tounged live nigga Let him fire nigga, I ride with five niggas Live from the west, bring it back home Ducked off in the Bonneville, blowing up the zone Roamin', cutting up on my cell phone Hundred miles per hour in the wind and I'm gone Watch them jails find the twenty inch wheels twirls Hoes hatin' in the back, fuck 'em girl I stand up like a pit, swingin' my big dick Take a picture, feet stickin' like scotch tape bitch I swear to God I'll fuck over yay yay Have you sitting on your porch, gettin' pushed in your rocking chair [1.] That's That, That's That (How should I put it) That's That, That's That ewwww That's That, That's That (Watch it sucka, muthafucka!) That's That Shit [2x's] I come in to put my two cents on a two inch I'm tearing down the fuckin' building and the blue prints, any sign of intrudence Come your ass down here and ask them who the fool is Raise your hand and talk to the teacher, no, students, students I like to sing a about the boota and the tooters Smoke the purple bubble gum, merge crazy blue vooda Ya'll past tense, I'm the black prince ruler Sharp shooter, chopatula to talula Point blank bitch, gone, gone Full blast turning up the water all the way on Hi, my name is, Mystikal I handle my business, deliver my lyrics ever since I hit the door When I come around in this muthafucka your arms fall off You can't touch me, your jaw break, you can't say nothing Fuck around and let my second wind kick in I better be makin' it sound like the booty that the dick went in Bitch! [1.(2x's)] That's That, That's That Shit That's That, That's That shit bitch thats that, thats that watch it sucka muthafucka! thats that shit that's that thats that thats that thats that ewwww thats that thats that watch it sucka muthafucka! thats that shit that's that that's that

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