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JAY-Z lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life

Money Ain't A Thang

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(feat. Jermaine Dupri) Uh uh So So Def Yeah, yeah [Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z] [Jermaine Dupri] In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang [Jay-Z] Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back Money ain't a thang [Jermaine Dupri] Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang [Jay-Z] Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips Money ain't a thang [Jermaine Dupri] Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang [Jay-Z] I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and Jermaine Dupri got it locked crazy Where you at haters [Repeat 1] [Jermaine Dupri] My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burnt than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing [Repeat 1] [Jay-Z] Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you owed some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice [Jermaine Dupri] Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what, you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gonna take a lot more to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy [Repeat Chorus] So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is rock Rock on

Stress Factor

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Sometimes I sit alone And look deep into my soul And I starrin' down at something That's very out a control Tolerence at zero Emotions dead and gone If indo was a pebble Man consider me stoned Patience low I rest to go I got's to get ahead Mothafuck these hoes And them po-pos I gots to get my bread The streets say nothing nice They crooked like the idus And everybody dippin seein Who can get the highest But check this out Man, without a doubt And about who's comin' fresher And about that cab And protect that ass Don't panic under pressure My stabbin' like a whip Or better an alligator Temper going up and down like a Like a fucking elevator Bitch I want it now Don't give me no delay's My hustle got me trippin Liftin' from my turn away's Man this life is real No time to be an actor And I'll play that no man Let me know It's just a stress factor I want to grow old Have a kid and a place to sleep A down ass wife And when I die I'll rest in peace But man that's all a dream This donja got me bleak It got me feelin good But I forgot what I did last week Now look at my face This shit ain't fake The pain done turn to pressure Every nigga that know man feel me tho Don't cop down to a lessa My mother woke me up One day said "boy you gettin grown" Your momma has 3 jobs Your momma is gettin old So I took it as a hint When on my mission spree Mind full of hatred Got me fucka, time is hard you see That monkeys on my back And I can't get him off So whatever I do Mom it's just for you No matter what the cost I put that on my life Everything I see is dark Money is rare But I don't care Man stop that niggaz heart He's comin like a big wheel I'm comin like a tractor Man take this hate Run it's too late Man it's the stress factor Some think that I'm The Man Some think my shit don't stink But yes it do I thought you knew I'm not a coward or a fink One side of my heart got love The other side is hate And boy that hate is stealin love Right in it's fuckin face Women ask me how I'm livin I tell them day by day With a donja joint That lovely voice Of Mr. Marvin gay Man I gots to get away That just might do some good But every time I gets away I miss the fuckin hood My homie lost his job He don't know how to react So I do our thangs to help him out Like took a little crack But that shit's over rated And it gets Complicated But you would never know From that cat flow And the way the pictures painted Motherfuckers whisper And think I don't hear them And wonder why I'm over high And never will go near them Much love to all my niggas From workin' men to jackas Cause no matter what you feel it's Cause it's called the stress factor

Get Up

AKINYELE "Aktapuss"
(Akinyele) Yo it should be a crime The way I murder these rhymes I flip hundreds of lines Cause I'm done hit this mic over 7 times I shine I glitter In niggers pussy like cat litter Who would ever consider this pepto bismol drinking nigga Bring a ruckas and I'll start shitting on you motherfuckers Cause the raps I give They running through your ass like a laxative Huh I could get drastic Like Rupaul swing that dried dick I get aggy when I hit I get you boombastic Cause Akinyele only give you boom back shit Original incredible lyrical hook for years But y'all wasn't trying to hear Like you hear them through (?) ears I kick it loud and clear Make you whisper like those motherfucking temptations is out Hey yea I end careers By the pier like pliers This mic get iced once I cream niggas like wires Paper weight fires Play them both sides of the fence like barbed wires But I will make your whole entire empire retire Once I'm dressed in army atire All you hear is repeated gun fire Leaving your chest heated like clunky dryers (Akinyele) Hook We came to fuck you right on up (3x) So if you want to Get up (8x) I'll bust you down We came to fuck you right on up (2x) (Akinyele) Even on a blind date You couldn't get with me I'll put these hot ass tecs on your neck And give you permanent hickies Leave you in lakes like Ricky Think that I was distributing whisky The way niggas be riding on me tipsy The rhyme chief maker, hittin punch lines like a rapper who slammed his sister loose leaf paper It don't get no better than this I got that medicine For rock veterans I'm bad to the bone like skeletons Or some dracula shit Biting mics turning niggas into vampires Cause they can't get no light huh Kid can't you tell That it's the Aki-NYELE I be holding this shit down like a bucket ina well Jammed like hell And plus I rock your dome without stones The black stallion Pack the certified chrome to make you think I'm Italian From the way that I roam I drunk and stuck the microphones like BOOOO Niggas think it's dial tones And start looking for Miss Jones You clones Are soft like foam I like rap superstars out of their twilight ass zone Like doo doo doo doo doo doo doo When n n n n n What the hell you think it's the AK You be like huh what Like I'm yelling it's my beat huh what Niagga don't sleep Hook (Women) We came to fuck you up (12x) Hook

Guilty Conscience

EMINEM "Slim Shady EP"
{sound of static} [announcer] Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old. Fed up with life and the way things are going, he decides to rob a liquor store. ('I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes') But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart. And suddenly, his conscience comes into play... ('Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this') [Dr. Dre] Alright, stop! (Huh?) Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store and try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence (But who are you?) I'm your motherfuckin conscience [Eminem] That's nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs Tell her you need a place to stay You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an aged razor blade [Dr. Dre] Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns [Eminem] Fuck that! Do that shit! Shoot that bitch! Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? [Dr. Dre] Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!) Not over this shit (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!) Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you (You know what Dre? I don't like your attitude..) {sound of static} ('It's alright c'mon, just come in here for a minute') ('Mmm, I don't know!') ('Look baby..') ('Damn!') ('Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?') ('Well OK..') [announcer] Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ('Give me a kiss!') After meeting a young girl at a rave party, things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom. Once again, his conscience comes into play... ('Shit!') [Eminem] Now listen to me, while you're kissin her cheek and smearin her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe.. (Yo! This girl's only fifteen years old You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair) Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair? (Uh huh!) Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there (Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie _Kids_?) No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest! (Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?) Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dawg and bail.. {sound of static} {pickup idling, radio playing} [announcer] Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker. After coming home from a hard day's work, he walks in the door of his trailer park home to find his wife in bed with another man. ('WHAT THE FUCK?!?!') ('Grady!!') [Dr. Dre] Alright calm down, relax, start breathin.. [Eminem] Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin While you at work she's with some dude tryin to get off?! FUCK slittin her throat, CUT THIS BITCH'S HEAD OFF!!! [Dr. Dre] Wait! What if there's an explanation for this shit? (What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?!) Alright Shady, maybe he's right Grady But think about the baby before you get all crazy [Eminem] Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her? Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her? That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped DEE BARNES??! [Dr. Dre] What'chu say? (What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?) I'ma kill you motherfucker! [Eminem] Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper! Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.? Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way? How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent? [Dr. Dre] Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went Been there, done that.. aw fuck it... What am I sayin? Shoot em both Grady, where's your gun at? {gun fires, is cocked, and re-fired}


[Intro: ASAP Rocky] Yo, ASAP here We 'bout to kill a fucking game You know who the fuck we are You know my motherfucking name I fucked your dame And she bought me a chain And a ring And a pinky ring, bling, bling And all my niggas here, they about to kill this shit What you say Nast? [Verse 1: ASAP Nast] Hold up dog, Nast in this bitch again Sipping Hen, I got that white girl from Michigan She was with a friend, fat ass fly ho I went in for the kill, ASAP, prime tone So wait boo, 'fore we hit your condo Got another letter from Whiney in Chicago Whitney love ta model? I'm thinkin' Minaj With a truck out front in a Chevy getting Tahoe Haters all in my face, can't see, blindfold Hoes at my feet, blew right by folks Nuttin' on sucker niggas is what I was designed for That fresh, fresh to death, I should have designed clothes But I'm blessing these tracks, sick flow, swine flu Y'all ain't fucking with Nast, I been nice, y'all knew Haha, nigga that shit times two I'm who your bitches wanna kick it with, kung-fu But what, dog? What is you saying? Nast in this bitch, ho, why is you playing Like I won't slay this stage on some gang shit? Ten-and-two I made him, beat hard, flow hurt ya Cali swag bitch, snapback, no jerkin' Fuck work, fuck money in hands, hoes know this Fast forward, past focus, I'm that on it One of the best to do, I think not, you bet on it Giant ass you be lumberjack Paul Bunyon Hoes love it, lover never put none above it Wanna hug me tighter than jeans ass sportin' Carry corpses to cemetaries, that's very often Sport fortune, Matchboxes, that awesome [Verse 2: SPACEGHOSTPURRP] So what I say, motherfucker Already know I never been a sucker See I lust ya, I bought ya Baby come home, babygirl, what's your name, Wanda? Do you wanna get up on me? Do you wanna bend over? Do you feel horny? Do you wanna feel the stroke? It's kind of like Facebook when you feel a poke ASAP, no joke Raider Clan, all back and we aiming at your throat [Verse 3: ASAP Rocky] I wanna rap but the bitches want me, though D&G briefs fit a nigga like a Speedo Skinny nudie jeans, though Boots before they be low He flow, 100 degrees, the jewels zero Rockstar rap, he reps Guitar Hero Leopard Louboutins like Speedo on Steve-O Charge me on the game, couldn't pause me on Tivo Beyonce, the Kanye, I got a big ego On to that next shit, you looking at the bestest Married to the game, treat you niggas like my stepkids Pull up in a Porsche, niggas get nausea Didn't write the rules but my status like the author Just crashed the range, so I pulled the Bent out Probably getting brains, chilling in the penthouse Swagging on you maggot and I'm about to lay the pimp down Christian Louboutin red bottoms come in blends now On to the next ones, skinny jeans fit in Pull up to the shows and these hoes know to get in Said they like my fitted clothes down to my split ends Little do she know, I got a big ego Automatic weapon need an order of protection Feeling all these records so my charges is molesting Assault with deadly weapons, got these rappers feeling threatened A hip-hop veteran, I'm a hip-hop felon [Verse 4: ASAP Twelvy] It's a war going on outside and we started it Believe that or die, nigga, on some martyr shit All my niggas on the scene like some Sparta shit And we came to double up on that Harlem shit We all eating, this is how it's supposed to go Stop speaking, this is how you supposed to flow The ins and out, never win this route I never lose again, it's like every day I lose a friend To some dumb shit, whore and dumb bitch So a hating nigga, whore cuff wrists I know a lot of niggas sitting in a cell now For the shit I've done, I'm probably even hell-bound But it's cool with me, jacking niggas' jewelry I don't give a fuck about your foolery Nigga keep a tool with me just to blast at you bitches Marvelous at the top and our rags to the riches ASAP, nigga [Verse 5: ASAP Ferg] On my Pokemon shit, you already know... I said, I said, I said I swear to God I want it all He gon' give it to me back And get on top [?] Purple label sweats, I swear to God I'm rich And once I get these many bitches, swear to God I'm in I be on my fucking shit, tell that shit to God, tell me what God sipping now Henny, and I'm out here and my dad was in bed So I down a whole bottle on that bitch with the mink I go haaaaaaaard I'm sorry, Mama Ferg, for all of these curse words But I'm so fucking serious Shit I'm street, like a curb And I'm tweaked, like a nerve And I'm smart, like a nerd Guess that's why my last name Ferg Herb, okay I've died in the fucking berg Yeah my name is Ferg but I'm a fucking terror, ya heard? Now I'm on some writing shit You done got yourself in beef Now you on some Gaga shit Red line on some Prada shit Now you want to know the deadline on some Project shit Black bitch an actor, put em in some toddler shit Pu-ray you buried then hair dyed like that Robyn bitch This ain't no bullshit, I ain't letting no fools in See my bitch ride that big thing, you on that little shit Trying to make noise, you squeaking like a little bit Put her into that dog, my attitude's a little Vick [Verse 6: ASAP Rocky] Next time my niggas fall back ASAP Raider Clan and we all blacked out Tell that bitch get it mapped out And I fuck a bitch, now she flat out Chest out, on the fucking floor, never hit it raw Got a condom and I got a towel by the door Just in case the smoke go into the hallways Cause I be smoking weed and fucking all day This is off the top of the dome, let me introduce my niggas before a nigga go home We got Ty Beats, the illest producer in the streets You know he come through with that motherfucking heat Got Twelvy, motherfucking Twelvy, got a bad bitch, Jewish named Shelby Got my nigga Nast in the back Got a snapback to the back, he don't even know how to act Got my nigga named Purrp, Spaceghostpurrp, do your bitch real dirt That's dirty, little flirty, fucked a bitch named Purdy, did her dirty Got my nigga named Ferg, what's the word And you know he fucking know these verbs, give them to the curb Got nerve in the bitch, got swerve, better get mine nigga, bitches got nerve Wait your turn Peace out, or kiss my ass! [ASAP Ferg:] Yeah, kiss my ass too! [ASAP Nast:] Suck a nigga dick! [ASAP Twelvy:] Kiss my ASAP, nigga!

We Ain't Playin'

Lil Wyte "Doubt Me Now"
[Chorus: repeat 4X] We ain't playin' (hell naw) we ain't playin' (hell naw) We ain't playin motherfucker we ain't playin' (hell naw) [Verse 1] Alright, I got a bunch problems throbbing in my noggin that ain't stopping me You pooping slugs from your glock on your block I'm staring killing sprees I'm 23's you 17's on vogues you can't weigh up to me You flex on me but really it's that hate driving incorrectly I'm on the road get the fuck up out my way I'm coming hoe You thinking we playing with the words we saying We ain't playing for all who didn't know Keeping it real I'm laughing at cha' I ain't laughing with cha' I'm glad to get your full attention comprehension listen to my opposition Make some money fuck the honeys twist a blunt and pass it to me Got no time no weak rhymes so when I write it comes out ebonics That's the way it's gotta be dirty south to vow with me Suddenly thousand miles per hour Renzo's on and out of me Ain't hit my peak but I'll keep climbing til' my lungs give out on me Won't take my seat but I'll keep standing flaming til' you feel the heat Competition is what the world revolves around so know the score I'm man the lil mo tasting your plate fuck it we ain't playing hoe [Chorus] [Verse 2] You ain't scared we ain't scared so let's take this out the doe Got your unit let's go do it I ain't got no time for hoes Think we playing we ain't playing and we can do this 10 on 4 With all this animosity around me I'm about to explode And if I blow it's for show the outcome is gonna be crucial Feeling neutral and if you say I'm useful and that truthful Bringing it brutal every time pass the fucking mic to Then your soul and giving music that's you guarantee to like it Ain't no stopping there nothing but air and opportunity every where Stop and stare or just take a peek at all that isn't fair Think I care yes sir cause all this shit is effecting me I'm gone keep on speaking my mind until these folks start respecting me Neglecting me no more taking that motherfuck what cha' say Tough as nails growing up in mempho living in the bay Mady Gray pick the rapping yes this nigga had to write No more joking legally roasting you up on track is tight [Chorus] [Verse 3] I got a million categories on my shit to do list And plus my anna that's been bottled building up through out this It's gone combine with the bad and the goods gone get great Be sad that you ain't make this far I can't help it that is fake And plus my legacy been charted through untraveled planet My prophecy got me to where I be I know you can't stand it My shit be slamin' like orgasms jamin' up in your throat Open up your read this vowels so you can get a breath fo' you choke I'm bout to give it like some stitches doctors place in sessions Bring up nothing but some fucking pain on every thang that I'm given And I got no love for them haters tryin to stop what I'm doing This shit goes on I rap po long and bet's believe I'm pursuing A higher ground on lert and that's so hard cause man ain't got wings See every one on nursery puppets dancing round on strings You got to grab life by it's neck and rip it's bones out of socket Cause if you don't you'll might slip up and you'll end up out of pocket [Chorus]

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