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JAY-Z lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse

U Don't Know (Remix)

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(feat. M.O.P.) [Lil Fame] Time to duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH! (U Don't 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 [Billy Danze] 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 [Jay-Z] 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!

Dollar

HAYSTAK "Car Fulla White Boys"
We gonna break this down and roll a blunt YEAH ( Verse 1 ) Since the seventh grade I was told I would never excel Hopeless, I would either be dead or in jail Destined to fail But I done came to far to turn back Just poor white trash from the wrong side of the tracks I learned to add and subtract And I never went back To that lil' school I had been sent to Find some shit I could get in to Been through more by the time I was eighteen Then most people go through before they thirty I'm from the motherfucking dirty ( dirtyyy ) Trouble-maker, hard-headed motherfucker In one ear and out the other I got a brother named bubba Different daddy same mother Remind me of when I was younger lil' bad motherfucker My told me son it's time to settle down Momma your baby's a player and I get around I be up all night gone on that Hennessey and weed The only thing that helped me deal with all this jealousy and greed ( Chorus ) If I had a dollar for all of y'all That wanna see me in my grave I could just pack up and move away And spend the rest of my days getting paid If I had a dime for every time Somebody tried to insult my game I'd be in the islands doing fine Counting money sipping some champaign ( Verse 2 ) Wooo, inhale the weed smoke, ease my tension I was a bad boy, in and out of juvenile detention I grew up making bargains to get back on the streets I concentrated on paper just to get back on my feet I'm money minded, saw my people progress Paranoid, I'm underneath a bullet proof vest Staying stressed, peeping out the curtains knowing death is certain I know them killers is lurking Ha, Ha, Smirking when I ride by they broke ass I aint stunting 'em, cause they aint making no cash I'm gonna let them royalty checks accumulate We so good with it there's nothing you can do but hate ( Chorus ) Repeat 1 ( Verse 3 ) Whooo I gotta be thinking I'm get my ass killed Filled with strap kneel Cause over the passed years it's bad here in Nashville This one's for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's real Dropped a CD at every jackhead club Out to get me thinking I'm a million dollar motherfucker But at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Visions of Benz's be bought and money being burned I might not hit the billboard but I'm keeping it crunk And I get much love in Beechwood and lil Will's trunk you know no eastcoast to westcoast may not see that I get big love where I be at, Bitch believe that So many setbacks I got to try to overcome I take another sip of liquor just to keep me numb I know these haters love to catch me straight buck me and laugh While that AK 47 shell cut me in half Yeah, then you woke up you hater Why don't you do something with your life Get money boy, get up off yo ass Stop hating on me and mine and get ya own That's what the hell you need to do Bring the hook back boy ( Chorus ) If I had a dollar for all of y'all That wanna see me in my grave I could just pack up and move away And spend the rest of my days getting paid If I had a dime for everytime One of y'all tried to insult my game I would just... ( Haystak ) First thing you know, Stak'll be a millionaire What couldn't I do if I had that ( ha, ha, ha, ha ha )

Heavy In Da Game

AZ
(One million, two million, three million, four) First off, it's the first in the loft First to peel off in that pretty little Porsche Pretty little women with their skin so soft And that triple beige linen stay big enough, New York You know them haters goin' talk And do what they do so a player can't floss Well motherfucker I'm a boss Fix boy, hustler, slimmer Rick Ross So don't get it criss crossed I'm a bit pissed off but the wrist still frost (word) Neck all chipped up, kicks still cost I leave foreign change, I done catered out the range (uh huh) Me and you the same, homie, get it out your brain South beach with it out and did it out of Spain (Spain) Was never heavy with the fame But the name still bang 'cause I'm heavy in the game Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey) I get mine and you better do the same (hey) If not then you're only in the way (hey) 'Cause this time (hey) I'm heavy in the game (hey) Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey) I get mine and you better do the same (hey) If not (hey) then you're only in the way (hey) 'Cause this time (hey) I'm heavy in the game (hey) (Come on) Different breed, different needs To newin' in Nova 'cotia, mixin' weed Infused to Costa Nostra, this is me B-K-A-Z-H and I see (come on) And I ain't here to hurt nobody I'm just here to watch chicks work their body, and Back somethin' like Laila Ali, and Head back to the hotel lobby, and Louis V, jewlery Who else could it be homie, who but me Fresh prince of the projects, kumodee With my Tom Ford shades and I'm up North ways (word) I'm just tryin' behave Tryin' get it how I get it 'til I'm finally paid (yes) Yes I'm finally made Joe Pesci in Casino I can honestly say Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey) I get mine and you better do the same (hey) If not then you're only in the way (hey) 'Cause this time (hey) I'm heavy in the game (hey) Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey) I get mine and you better do the same (hey) If not (hey) then you're only in the way (hey) 'Cause this time (hey) I'm heavy in the game (hey) So at this point, in the (uh) major is insignifigant It's all about the Cons' and the way that I be rippin' shit 'Cause I moved on from the fools I did business with There ain't no hard feelin's like I just became impotent Now they take to him, like valleys in California Come what you want, fire, that's when the hold is on you I'll still be on the corner and I feel no shame 'Cause I bet you they goin' kick it like When you're field goal range So if you don't know the name of the killer you see Let me spell it out for you like a kid at a bee See I gotta get mine, no matter the consequences That's why they fill the kid like one of the five senses The Wire raise the question about my demographic When everybody knows that my demo was a classic I'm in the drivers seat like chauffeur the traffic So you don't want to drive with the Cons' you bastards Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey) I get mine and you better do the same (hey) If not (hey) then you're only in the way (hey) 'Cause this time (hey) I'm heavy in the game (hey) Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey) I get mine and you better do the same (hey) If not (hey) then you're only in the way (hey) 'Cause this time (hey) I'm heavy in the game (yo!)

Soul Plan

Lord Finesse
featuring Marquee Chorus: Lord Finesse Times are shifting no time to be tricking on chickens (No doubt) Your opinion's different? Well man listen players front the role And then be forgetting (Straight tripping) Verse One: Lord Finesse Check out the elite player that keeps flavor Producer beat layer caters spectators to street data Real life portrayer rap sayer legit like tax payers Behavior's cool like sax players Conservative, it's all real, no preservatives God bless the illest player you ever heard of, kid Smooth as margarine, got the squadron, shit Don't front, I'll catch you on the rebound like Dennis Rodman Chorus: Marquee Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt) No time to be chasing a broke nigga Get on your job, you can keep those short figures '96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?) Verse Two: Marquee Marquee, like a diamond, shining, the light is blinding And many niggas want to fill this light hymen Nah men with the biggest teeth (Why?) Cause his chick is me Got him hooked, like smokers are to nicotine Queens mommy, keep the skeletons behind me Find me at universities scooping degrees with my mommy Rap's profoundness, slouches I out and out diss Skills be mountainous, so what you know about this? Chorus: Lord Finesse Marquee Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens (No doubt) Your opinion's different? Well man listen, players front the role And then be forgetting (Straight tripping) Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt) No time to be chasing a broke nigga Get on your job, you can keep those short figures '96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?) Verse Three: Marquee No wasting time, money bitch state of mind We on top of shit, ain't the generous kind Want to owning homes, money loan like the Rolling Stones Corleones, staying blown off of flowing poems Expanding, keeping Knots like Landing Eating steaks and salmon thinking of ways to scamming Damn if I ain't taking it, niggas flashing paper Trying to real me in, but a snake and I'll partake in Legal robberies, Henny flowing through my arteries Cloud my vision, controlling every part of me Official ties and links moves mind, body, and sinks Don't talk before I think, distraught before you blink Flawless performance, game enormous Bet you never met a shorty with this endurance Run with crime picks and fine chicks who specialize in mind tricks You got a good man? You'd better watch him in '96 Chorus: Lord Finesse Marquee Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt) No time to be chasing a broke nigga Get on your job, you can keep those short figures '96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?) Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens (No doubt) Your opinion's different? Well man listen, players front the role And then be forgetting (Straight tripping) Verse Four: Lord Finesse Lyrical invasions, blazing, got you gazing So amazing, break down opponents like equasions The stunning, weigh about a hundred eighty something I see you coming, on your toes, kid, you lunching Stop fronting, and trash that till you drop like a bad habit I'll have you folding like a Craftmatic Smooth as satin, this player's patented Be in the Himalayan caverns with some chickens playing Sega Saturn Keep papes like the amount won in sweepstakes Guaranteed every year to take triple what the police make Large, Fort Knox size, if I'm not rolling like a rock slide I'm laying in the cut like peroxide Colossal, soulful like gospels Spiritual, so follow the Lord like apostles I gots to clock dough, rock shows, I mock foes Drop flows that's deep like fucking potholes Supreme being, the one you hear but rarely seeing Out to hustle, strictly money like the Koreans Out to pile money, that's my style sonny While you foul honeys be lucky to get a Coke and a smile from me Chorus: Lord Finesse Marquee Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens (No doubt) Your opinion's different? Well man listen, players front the role And then be forgetting (Straight tripping) Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt) No time to be chasing a broke nigga Get on your job, you can keep those short figures '96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)

Outlaws

Fatal "In the Line of Fire"
[Fatal - talking] O.N.S. in this mother fucker We got The Plague in this mother fucker The Pentagon in this mother fucker [Verse 1 - Fatal] Around these blocks You know these hot glocks Cock till you drop All you wanna-be cops You don't wanna see shots I beef deep with the police Beat what the streets do to me Actin all new to me I'll creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the bad image Of this primace From here to East Crems Through every state with a sentence Frozen weight in a couther Six plates to soup ya On due we always cruise Right by the state troopers When I'm drinkin with Sal I start thinkin 'bout Al Ricardi coverin my body At the rink when I wow I bag a hotty or two This but a shotty for you I got more bodies than Drew I drink mine naughty or new Fuck your crew This type of shit we do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole world This Fatal dawg against everybody (It's on) Better be twenty-five once this shit you never fuckin heard Outlaw, Outlaw, we rate these breaks That shit we don't got be that shit we gotta take [Verse 2 - Merciless X] It's the merciless X Like Malcolm Black as a falcon How many shots I left depressed in your chest I wasn't countin But your back exploded (blaw!) I episoded, with the weapon loaded Let the next opponent Get possessed with this merciless omen The coldest crome to your dome Sewn and holdin it's own Let the barrel announce my ferocity Twist spacious velocities For haters watchin me Make your block an atrocity Break you down microscopic Only doctors see, what the topic be Drama through your armor Bustin my two through your school of piranhas My soldiers disapprove of your honor We close captives, no conclusions Let the revolver solve it Evolve in this evolution We shootin and pollutin [Chorus - Fatal] Pass the heat And let me wave it in the air (air) Guns bust, cowards fall Niggaz just don't care (care) To my Lord I swear We ain't never playin fair (fair) On the streets you can't sleep When the Outlawz there I know it's rainin on your block nigga (nigga) You can't quit it And you're prayin for it to stop nigga (nigga) You shouldn't of did it On a crash course chase of death (yeah, death) Still thuggin on the streets (yeah) Cause we the last ones left [Verse 3 - Mac Mall] I take this thug shit seriously Bought dirty gats with dope money ATF can't fuck with me My soldiers be All there quiet I'm holdin my crotch Sippin henne nigga You're life or you're not Thug Life my life It don't stop It's never too hot And when I die I greet haze with glocks Young Crazy Californians Postin bout six in the mornin On a quest to take the breath of my opponent Them alls can't live My cousins invite guns in they crib Honey I'm home Now nigga you're gone Your bitch sing them songs Like baritones to the rollers When I saw her, I dumped on her Like I supposed to Now tell me what's funk without a mob year And tell me what's a shrow without a witness I only fuck with savages, soldiers, and hogs From C.A. to N.J. Mac Mall be outlaws [Verse 4 - Fatal] Vocally undestructible Your crew ain't got enough To go clip to clip When we shootin out on the strip Cause I'm untouchable I'll blast your Chest through your back with Kastro Oh you ain't scared? What the fuck you walkin so fast for? Is you with me or against me Don't run up on me and tempt me To have your faggot ass bagged Like a mother fuckin empty And simply vengeance of dogs We gets a real nigga Let me borrow your bitch And watch me go and chill with her On a rise no lie Go against me and die Baby gated like a hive On the side of me with a nine Believe me This shit makes circumstances much more devious My murderous material Got shorties livin mischievous Smokin em is the easiest The hard part is dealin with the fact That I made it through rap And gotta go back to killin Cause broke niggaz be illin Wantin money for a shoot or somethin But you get nothin but murder when I be shootin somethin Chorus [Fatal - Talking] Yeah, we doubt y'all cause we Outlaws You better know breakin it all Tappin your pocket and your jaw In one swing nigga Merciless X, Fatal Hussein, nigga This ain't no game We re-arrange your whole frame Word is born, all y'all niggaz better maintain I leave a chain of blood stains Represent, never hesitant All we out for is fuckin dead presidents What? Hah, what? Yeah, it ain't hard to find Out with Nicco Storm and it's on Droppin bombs like Vietnam What you niggaz want? Fatal Hussein all seven You niggaz better know we pledgin And that's my word, Pentagon And I'm in this on

Fatima's Hand

OUTLANDISH "Bread Barrels Of Water"
(feat. Majid) Fatima is 21 And around here - when your 21 u gotta start thinking about getting a man getting a son - getting it done just like her mom when she was 21 but even though Fatima's not ready for it she not gonna say some she feels she gotta do this for the parents cuz they've been on her for the last 5 years a lotta men from motherland came up here hoping she say yeah but she ain't down wants somebody that can make her feel alive chill every time she wanna cry the one in a million type of guy but her mom keeps telling her compromise, this ain't no fairy tale my child do not waste your time u'll regret u didn't say yes to this guy everyday is the same like a battlefield she gets the blame bringing shame on the family name just cuz the streets be babbling like a Bedouin in a dessert storm she lays low from all their songs try to make'em understand but it's like talking to the wall her desire's burning to change her ill state it's strange - for the first time in a long time - she sees the light in the end [Chorus:] she brings the pain within your brain y'all don't really wanna understand her thang boo be really strong enough to maintain thru your bullshit it ain't nothing but pain but she knows in the name of Fatimas hand she don't go wrong in the name of Fatimas hand she will move on hey hoping everything will be alright!!! [Majid:] I see tears in everybody's eyes But I don't understand why Mama standing in the kitchen preparing dinner while she cries as the pain spreads inside cuz something that's going on denial of my first question second time got no respond to lose some one that had always been there She always had my back And she always did care So with these lines right here I wanna explain how much I love u No matter what u do I will forever stay true Until this day Can't nobody tear us apart 10 years is past But u are still living in my heart truly no poetry can explain how much I miss ya No matter where u are U will always be my sister [Chorus...] Con la mano de Fatima sobre su alma encantadora su camino es protegido no importa cual escoga y ella fue escogida para verla y admirarla en sus ojos tiene un algo impecable es su retrato y cada vez que pasa lo duro se ablandese la noche se agrandese lo malo desvanece no la olvidaran, la esperaran al otro lado de esta vida su amor alumbrara, su voz les cantara en las memorias hay momentos de pasion afecto y comprension, retratos y recuerdos dando vuelta en las fantasias su aura es alegria lleva la mano de Fatima [Chorus:]

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