Jay Z - Guns & Roses

[Intro: Lenny Kravitz]

Yeah it's magic

Uhh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz

And it's a Heavy D production you bastards

Come on

Ha, hey yo stop playing man

This is real serious

Ha (It's the rock) yeah yo

Let's go

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Let's go

Post Positano, Hov' hanging with Bono

U2 can live like Salvatore Ferragamo

And you, too, can cool out poolside at the Delano

If you, too, flow like you was out of your mind yo

'Cause who knew dude that loved apple pies from McDonald's

Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know

And who knew dude that played ball for the NBA

Would make a mistake on the who knew estates, throw it away

Who knew that would be his last shot, who drew up that play

They giveth and they taketh life is cruel that way

But even a broken clock is right at least two times a day

You could have turned Guns into Roses like two times today

Now here's something you gotta say two times to Jay

I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my way

Got my boom box, suntan lotion waiting for action

They say when you play with skills, good luck could happen

Let's go

[Break: Jay-Z (Lenny Kravitz)]

(C'mon) It's the Roc

(C'mon) It's the Roc

(C'mon) It's the Roc

(C'mon) It's the Roc

Let's rock

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Things got too hot so I jumped off in this rap shit

You got it Kris-crossed ain't no turning me backwards

Too many District Attorneys concerned with the actions

Of one individual, he's criminally attached

I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors

By dating all the models and actresses

I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio

Trying not to mess up my axis kid

On the road to the riches through trafficking

Through rapping and whatever's happening

Rocawear, I'm the young black Ralph Lauren

Every time I get out they put me right back in

The Michael Corleone of the microphone

The Michelangelo of flow, I paint pictures with poems

I gather no moss like a rolling stone

In case the Grim Reaper visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon

[Break: Jay-Z (Lenny Kravitz)]

(C'mon) It's the Roc

(C'mon) It's the Roc

(C'mon) It's the Roc

(C'mon) Let's rock (c'mon)

[Chorus: Lenny Kravitz]

Life is all about Guns and Roses

Bittersweet like friends and foes is

Some get left behind and some get chosen

Just like life, Guns and Roses

Life is all about Guns and Roses

Bittersweet like friends and foes is

Some get left behind and some get chosen

Just like life, Guns and Roses

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Tote more Guns than Roses, foes is

Visibly shook of the invisible bully (let's go)

Flowers need water to grow, it gotta rain

In order to experience joy you need pain

Every time a baby is born, somebody's slain

You know the saying, somebody's lose is another's gain

The sun comes out when the water goes down the drain

A rainbow then the clouds come out we do it again

Everything evens up, you just wait

Even a garbage can gets a steak

You ain't even a garbage can you have faith

But when it turns your way before it turns away

Gotta turn that into something you gotta learn from Jay

You'll get return in your investment if attention you pay, let's go

[Break: Jay-Z (Lenny Kravitz)]

(C'mon) It's the Roc

(C'mon) It's the Roc

(C'mon) It's the Roc

(C'mon) That's right (c'mon)

[Chorus: Lenny Kravitz]

Life is all about Guns and Roses

Bittersweet like friends and foes is

Some get left behind and some get chosen

Just like life, Guns and Roses

Life is all about Guns and Roses

Bittersweet like friends and foes is

Some get left behind and some get chosen

Just like life, Guns and Roses

[Outro: Lenny Kravitz]

Life is all about Guns and Roses

Jay Z - Diamond ls Forever

[Intro]

Can you hear me now? Good! (Blueprint 2 baby!)

The best of times, it was the worst of times (aoww)

It's "The Gift & the Curse"

[Chorus]

R.O.C. yeah, number one clique here

If you represent us, throw them diamonds up YEAH

Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' nowhere

Now that you know, holla at your boy

HOV'.. (Hov', Hov', Hov')

(Hov', Hov', Hov', Hov')

[Overlapping first Chorus]

Yeah, Roc-A-Fella Records

You know what diamond is

We ain't goin' nowhere, put your diamonds up

[Verse 1]

Standin' in my b-boy stance

Free, Beans, Memphis where you at nigga?

(Right here) snatch Cam and it's a wrap

This here rap belong to us, nobody strong as us, it's a fact

Hold up I'm just warmin' up, gimme a second to get it back

Young Chris, Neef what? Oschino and Sparks

Next summer's yo' summer, tear this motherfucker up

Young is eternal, my youngins'll burn you

"The Blueprint" birthed, nigga I earthed you, you can't be serious

Young 'cause I'm thirty-two, dressed like I'm twenty-two

Flow like a 18, do what I wanna do

Goin on my 8th ring, got Phil Jackson's Zen

Flow is black magic, I'm at it again

Rose Gold with black karats, Horse & Carriage to spend

Like Mason Betha, chasin' this cheddar to the end

Of the road because the end I'm told is nearer than we know

What can I say but live for today, HOV'!

[Chorus]

R.O.C. yeah, number one clique here

If you represent us, throw them diamonds up YEAH

Now let's be clear, I ain't goin' nowhere

Now that you know, holla at your boy

HOV'.. (Hov', Hov', Hov')

(Hov', Hov', Hov', Hov')

[Verse 2]

Yeah, The Blueprint 2 homie, follow the moves

You put on two tube socks, you couldn't walk in my shoes

I was dealt a bad hand, fuck what else could I do

But keep somethin' up my sleeve that'll help me through

But can you believe, everywhere I'm at, models come through

Cat-fightin', cat-walkin', it happens often

It's true how society don't want me to move

Into the penthouse building with spectacular views

They're like uhh, "He's a menace he could never be a tenant"

I'm like ooh, what's a young nigga to do?

I bring the brothers to the building give a feeling that I don't

Give a fuck we just chillin' watchin' chandelier ceilings high as fuck

Old lady, don't blow my high

'specially if you don't know my life, don't make me bring

Sharpton in it 'cause I'm dark-skinned-ed or

Dude with the 'fro and the Rainbow Coalition, I'ma

Victim of a single parent household, born in a mouse hole

Mousetrap, niggas wanna know

How so, how Jay get up out that, here, yeah

I snatched purses, I per-se-vered, yeah

I had work, fiends purchased, it was clear

I was out there sellin' hope for despair, but stop there

I swear, I only make good from my mouth to God's ears

Had to get out the hood

And I can't justify genocide

But I was born in the city where the skinny niggas die

Born in the city where the skinny niggas ride

And as a skinny nigga I had beef with high size

[Chorus]

R.O.C. yeah, number one clique here

If you represent us, throw them diamonds up YEAH

Now let's be clear, I ain't goin nowhere

Now that you know, holla at your boy

HOV'.. (Hov', Hov', Hov')

(Hov', Hov', Hov', Hov')

Jay Z - l Did lt My Way

[Intro: Paul Anka (Jay-Z)]

Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)

So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain

(No the REAL hood the hood, not the RAP hood)

(The REAL hood, like three pair of pants)

My friends, I'll say it clear (pair of sneakers)

(My moms is bustin' her ass) State my case

(Nigga I'm goin' to Japan tomorrow!) Which I'm certain

(You understand what I'm sayin'? Can you believe that?)

I lived a life that's full (They have people, waitin'

At the airport like five days like I'm a Beatle or somethin')

(That's really somethin'!) And I traveled each, and every highway

(Seen the best of the best, the worst of the worst) and more

Much more than this (still here) I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy

(Let's try this one, uhh, yeah!)

[Break: Jay-Z (Paul Anka sample)]

Gangsta nigga

Put my hustle down, tore the game up, nigga

Took your high score down, put my name up, nigga

Tore the doors down to the Hall of Fame is Jigga

I did it my way (and more.. much more than this)

That's right, it's a beautiful thing man!

(I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy) I did it my way -- Hovi baby!

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Momma's youngest and strongest, survived summers like saunas

Mastered a corner like Deion in his uniform

Pop hurtin' assertive, flirted with death

Damn near murdered before my first album hit the shelf

Grandma's favorite, she could not understand

How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor

Has to explain to her, you think these folks want me in the penthouse

As a reminder that I make top paper?

Black entrepreneur, nobody did us no favors

Nobody gave us shit, we made us

The Rap Pack, I'm Sinatra, Dame's Sam Davis

Biggs the smart one on the low like Dean Martin

We came in this game, not beggin' niggas pardon

Demandin' y'all respect, hand over a check

And while y'all at it, hand over the jet

We the reason they ain't hand over Def Jam so quick

They knew every year I was droppin' new product

I was raisin' the stock up, while buildin' the Roc up

But that's alright, 'cause they knew they had to see us

When it was time for us to re-up, make us multi-million-aires

Je-je-jeah!

[Chorus: Paul Anka sample]

And more, much more than this; I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Jeah! In my lifetime

I caught smaller cases, but I had capital

Hypocritical system let me right back at you

You better hope a rich rapper never attacks you

Not even that scratches you, 'specially if you black dude

They don't give a shit unless the accused just happen to rap

And they can look good by paintin' him as bad news

'Cause in my past, I seen dudes get half of they views

Exposed to the curb and nobody said a word

So imagine how disturbed I was

When I seen how big they made my fight scene at the club

Let me explain exactly how this shit was

This nigga Un yo I scratched him, he went home without an aspirin

But it’s cool 'cause we back friends, it happened and it's over

It's in the past and I'm glad, now I'm back to bein' Hova

Maybach with the chauffeur, laid back

Helicopter seat, feet inclined, shit feelin' like a sofa

Helicopter meet me, Teterboro take me over

Somewhere peaceful for the weekend now it's back to speakin' to vultures

So the next time that page six approaches us

Here's a quote from Jay, nigga I did it my - way

[Chorus: Paul Anka sample]

And more, much more than this; I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy

Jay Z - The Bounce

[Intro: Jay-Z]

Uhh, just point out the bounce

Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah

Just point out the bounce, yeah

Timbo the king, yeah

Young Hov' the king, yeah

Just point out the bounce

Yes, just point out the bounce nigga

Yo, listen

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Rumor has it The Blueprint classic

Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden

So September 11th marks the era forever

Of a revolutionary Jay Guevera

Now it's a whole museum of, Hov MCers

Everybody dupin' the flow, you see 'em

Everybody loopin' up soul

It's like you tryin to make The Blueprint 2 before Hov

Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy

See how we adjusted the game so easy

Chicks barely dancin, glancin every chance they get

Like - oh shit, he's so handsome

Still in demand in the longest run standin

Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom

Can't one nigga get it back no rap

Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Point out the bounce, and show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts 'til it's hard to count

Point out the bounce, I turn a 8 to an ounce

To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce, Timbo the king nigga

Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce, jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

Uhh, I got y'all

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n

Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English

They only know what the single is, and single that out

To be the meaning of what he is about

And bein I'm about my business, not minglin' much

Runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin'

But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin'

The album width to keep the registers ringin'

In real life, I'm much more distinguished

I'm like a bloke from London, England

Jeah, you jinglin' baby

See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby

Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul

Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row

Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good

Slangin them O's like a real OG should

Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out, he's so hood

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Point out the bounce, and show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts 'til it's hard to count

Point out the bounce, I turn a 8 to an ounce

To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce, Timbo the king nigga

Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce, jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

[Verse 3: Kanye West]

Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star

Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star

Chi-Town go-gettin' pimps, we mobsters

Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!"

Yeah, that's how I feel

To be down, you must appeal

To the crew, we're rated R

O.C., OG, Bobby Johnson son

Ask me, "Ray Ray, is that yo' car?"

I seen MTV, I know who you are

You did Takeover, do you got beef with Nas?

I did take over the game, brought back the soul

Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold

Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow

All I, know, I gots to blow

And I don't play pause I'm from Chicago

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Point out the bounce, and show you how to get this dough in

Large amounts 'til it's hard to count

Point out the bounce, I turn a 8 to an ounce

To a whole ki to the R.O.C

Point out the bounce, Timbo the king nigga

Uhh, yeah, uhh

Point out the bounce, jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga

[Outro]

Point out the bounce

Point out the bounce

Point out the bounce

Point out the bounce

Point out the bounce

Jay Z - Fuck All Nite

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

You used to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!)

But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!)

Why not? You should be comin' home with me

Sittin' in this lap with the luxury

Now you be, comin' home while I'm wakin' up (yeah!)

Actin' like you behave and stuff

Uh-huh, you should be comin' home with me

Sittin' in this lap with the luxury, now check it

[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Pharrell Williams)]

Yes, a lime to a lemon, my V-A women

Walk in Manolo Blahniks 'cause my condo with elevators in 'em

She wanna wrinkle my linens

So I sprinkle her with gin and then we begin sinnin', uhh

Blasphemy, oh my God, every sentence

She keeps scratchin' me like she have tiger in her

This is exact-a-ly, why I had to pin her

To the bed like a wres-tl-er, had to pretzel her, uhh

Her man kept pagin', stressin' her

So I told her what to say just in case he question her

(Situations will arise, but you gotta be smart about it)

No matter what you do, don't talk about us

Don't give him no info, he'll be lost without it

Just keep your mouth shut, we could do this again

Bring a friend!

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

You used to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!)

But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!)

Why not? You should be comin' home with me

Sittin' in this lap with the luxury

Now you be, comin' home while I'm wakin' up (yeah!)

Actin' like you behave and stuff

Uh-huh, you should be comin' home with me

Sittin' in this lap with the luxury, now check it

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Guess who's back in my motherfuckin' house

Half black, half white chick; I call her Minnie Mouse (wooo!)

We always hook up when we out

We do what we like to do and then we out

But lately I've been havin' the strangest feelings

Your boy Young Hov' catchin' feelings

And it's messin' up my dealings 'cause mami's not willin'

To leave her boyfriend, she call me her toy-friend

Said, we was just 'sposed to hook up and have a blast

She called me her emergency dick-in-a-glass

Hehehe, I had to laugh for a second

Had to check myself, get my mackin' back in perspective

I slack for a second but I'm back, no question

Like I walk with a cane, Ain't No Half-Steppin'

Jeah, and on that note

Iceberg Slim is back to rock a boat, c'mon

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

You used to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!)

But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!)

Why not? You should be comin' home with me

Sittin' in this lap with the luxury

Now you be, comin' home while I'm wakin' up (yeah!)

Actin' like you behave and stuff

Uh-huh, you should be comin' home with me

Sittin' in this lap with the luxury, now check it

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams & Jay-Z]

Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah

Until we both start yawnin'

Yeah

To the bright Shirley Murdock morning

Yeah

Until we both start yawnin'

Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah

Let's have breakfast baby

Yeah

Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast baby

Yeah

Let's have breakfast baby

Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast maybe

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

This is - if that kid don't get too suspicious

Stop blowin' up your digits

Showin' up livid, claimin' he wanna fight

But Shawn all business with his type (uh-uh), nah!

Shawn just tryna keep the friendship tight

Shawn to Sean Paul 'em if you Gimme the Light

And this way you can stay for life, aight?

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

You used to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!)

But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!)

Why not? You should be comin' home with me

Sittin' in this lap with the luxury

Now you be, comin' home while I'm wakin' up (yeah!)

Actin' like you behave and stuff

Uh-huh, you should be comin' home with me

Sittin' in this lap with the luxury, now check it

[Bridge: Pharrell & Jay-Z]

Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah

Until we both start yawnin'

Yeah

To the bright Shirley Murdock morning

Yeah

Until we both start yawnin'

Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah

Let's have breakfast baby

Yeah

Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast baby

Yeah

Let's have breakfast baby

Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast maybe

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]

You used to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!)

But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!)

Why not? You should be comin' home with me

Sittin' in this lap with the luxury

Now you be, comin' home while I'm wakin' up (yeah!)

Actin' like you behave and stuff

Uh-huh, you should be comin' home with me

Sittin' in this lap with the luxury, now check it

Jay Z - Poppin' Tags

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags!

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags!

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

We arose, let's go

So Fresh, So Clean like 'Kast

Jay-Z be poppin' tags

Leavin' the mall with heavy bags

You know the boy got a love for the cash

Aw fuck, there he go again

Talkin' 'bout hoes and dough again

Yup! Can't hold it in

I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend

But, back when I was poorer then

You wasn't focusin', about the dough I spend

But I was holdin' then, I was a roller then

I was a baller back then, all of that man

Fall back, I bought that

What would you do if you was in my shoes?

Leave dudes in the rear view

V-12 engine, corners spinnin'

Twinkies shinin', pinky ring

Armadale, nigga stinky stink

Top down, my cash is up

Gold chain, I don't give a fuck

Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma

That's right, you in luck ma

You see me cruisin' down, better step inside

Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride

First come, first serve basis

You know Hov' be goin' to nice places

That's right, and I'm droppin' cash

Leave the mall with garbage bags

Gucci this, Prada that

Roll witcha boy you'll be poppin' tags

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags!

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags!

[Verse 2: Twista]

It's a party when I go up in the sto'

Shoppin' while I'm zooted off the dro'

Rollin' like a nigga that just came up on a mill'

And I got 'em sweepin' and pickin' up tags off the flo'

Bag full of clothes, I remember havin' rocks in the hall

On the corner with the Glock by the balls

Servin' up a jab and workin' security 6 to 6

Then it's straight from the block to the mall

Buy what's on the wall, go ahead and treat yo'self

When you come up on some cheddar better pop that tag

Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off

To the lot and lay the paper down and cop that Jag

I got a closet full of ammunition and funds

Mink, Rocawear and some guns, Pelle and a fresh pair of Jordans

Dro packs and Bo Jacks and Air Maxes; throwbacks and 1s

No max for none

(When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough)

I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now

(Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up)

And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it now

I be choppin' up cheddar with Kanye

Chop a little cheddar up with Jay

Chop it up with the O-to-the-Kizay

Poppin' big tags with the flow and the dough, we get bi-zay!

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags!

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags!

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]

Uh-huh, whattup? Tell you somethin 'bout me

My throwback game is whiffle wicked

Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n

Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin New Era fitted

White boys say my style is bitchin', keepin' coke in the kitchen

Keep a Glock that will shock and bring the rest

Tucked underneath my Mitchell & Ness

(HA!) Scramblin', handlin' with a .45 cannon

It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan

Extra clips and shells in the lambskin

Two deep by Pelle Pelle

Westside how they felly fell

More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather

Worn by the great Rakim himself

Stitch my Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand

I leave your blood squirtin'

No offense, I'll put your face on the chest

Of a sweatshirt drawn by Shirt Kings

I been fuckin', a hustle, married to a racket

Since the first Air Jordans and Starter jackets

I slept with a package, under mattress

I carry guns heavy speak easy, slight with the fight words

I'll put somethin hot through your motherfuckin' Iceberg

Got a project chica, named Rica

She keep a purse full of dro' reefer

Small, pinkies like that, talk 'til the paper fat

I rock somethin', roll chief Sacks like Daddy Fat!

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags!

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags!

[Verse 4: Big Boi]

Pop tags in reverse, you'll be needin' a nurse

Leave you layin' on your back in a Cadillac hearse

Now your momma in all black with a matchin' purse

I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts

What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball 'til you fall

Have to make a collect call, but your cell cut off

Trot to the mailbox expectin a check but the mail's run short

No more MD, DD, LD, that means Movie Date

Dinner Date, Lunch Date, help me please

My sheets is gone

Long bread to the short bread, word is bond

Meticulously pimpously serve the song

Act a damn donkey

Like the pilgrims when they popped a tag on the Indians home

Drop top rag-o with the weed gone

Chillin', bags in the trunk full of FAO Schwartz for the chill'uns

Spent a few shillings

Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin'

A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and

Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs

Or are you actin' mad 'cause the money done

Slowed, down, just a lil bit, dipped, poked out, did some shull-bit

Actin' like a pitfall bull-pit, dead game is the pul-pit

Leave a motherpumper with his John Doe toe tag clipped

Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin', a miracle happenin'

Jay-Z, Killer Mike and Big Boi rappin' and rhymin' and smabbin'

Pop that tag on some of this game

Holla-tic, swallow and keep the change

[Chorus: Sleepy Brown]

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags!

And we gon' stay hustlin' on that block until we caught

And we gon' stay showin' off that jewelry that we bought

And we gon' stay leavin' out the stores with heavy bags

'Cause we be poppin' tags, pimpin', we be poppin' tags!

Jay Z - All Around the World

[Intro: Jay-Z]

Swear to God I just touched down

[Chorus: Jay-Z (LaToiya Williams)]

All around the world.. (same song)

Killer Cali, nigga (same song)

A-T-L (same song)

Real-adelphia.. dude it's all around the world

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

London, England, South of France

And all points between they know about your man

Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan

I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am

Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew

Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw

Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri

Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like "Oui"

Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin' a steak

And handlin' a model, standin' about five-eight

Five-nine, fine wine, fine dine, either that

Or I'm mixin' in Switzerland, tryin' to buy time

Ballin' out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali

Brunchin' at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy

Then it's back home, nigga, back to the zone

Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me

[Chorus: Jay-Z (LaToiya Williams)]

All around the world.. (same song)

Brooklyn bombers (same song)

Detroit players (same song)

Chi-Town.. all around the world

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Said it's all love, Shore Club, M-I-A

Party at bungalow eight, when I stay

Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's

A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante

Come and Talk to Me, mami in the Yves Saint

Laurent, I hope, she ain't too young

Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her

I'm just tryin' to show her how a baller and a roller

Sleep one place, tell the pilot to keep the engine

Runnin', then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard

St. Bart's this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas

Reminiscin' 'bout the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas

Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list

Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl

Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy

A ticket and your favourite CD - sweet Sade

[Break: LaToiya Williams]

Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade

All around the world

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at

Real niggas out in Brooklyn, some niggas don't clap

It's real killers out in Cali, some niggas just act

Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good

Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed

Slackin' on they mackin', rest haven for hoes

Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks

Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know

Shit, it ain't about your city or borough

It's 'bout if you really as thorough

And if you are, holla at your boy

I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you

Real recognize real and you lookin' familiar

I'm a Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death

I promise I'm in St. Thomas homie eatin' at Chef's

One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet?

Then we party like the sun don't set

[Outro: LaToiya Williams]

We gon' take you all around the world.. it's the same song (same song)

Everywhere (same song)

It's the same song (same song)

We gon' take you all around the world.. same song (same song)

Same song (same song)

Same song (same song)

All around the world..

{*harmonizing to the end*}

Jay Z - What They Gonna Do

[Intro: Sean Paul]

Yo yo yo, yo yo yo

Show out her wild side, stick out her backside

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sean Paul)]

If you with us, throw the diamond up one time

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Ladies, if you with us, just grind to the bass line

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Homie, don't be scared to grab her from behind, nigga

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo

And make her show out her wild side

Stick out her backside)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Now what the fuck they gon' do with me

Got money, got broads, got a crew with me

Real as banana clips, I got a zoo with me

Get down or lay down nigga to shoot with me

Now how the fuck they gon' deal with me

I ain't going nowhere, they gotta deal with me

Got the whole BK ready to kill with me

You scared motherfucker, keep it real with me, keep it real with me

Now what the fuck they gon say to me

Got to clap, yi mean all day with me, CLAP, yi mean

Don't play with me, CLAP, yi mean

Stay with me, don't lose me y'all

And please don't confuse me with dog, I'm different

I bought it back for a living

33 O's on a bitch back like Pippen

3 She can keep for herself and distribute

36 O's in ki, you do the addition

Before Mitchell and Ness did it

I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted

I'm Cal Ripken Jr., let's get it

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sean Paul)]

If you with us, throw the diamond up one time

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Ladies, if you with us, just grind to the bass line

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Homie, don't be scared to grab her from behind, nigga

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo

And make her show out her wild side

Stick out her backside)

If you with us, throw the diamond up one time

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Ladies, if you with us, just grind to the bass line

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Homie, don't be scared to grab her from behind, nigga

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo

And make her show out her wild side

Stick out her backside)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Hon' what they gon' say to you

Got your hair did and your favorite shoes

Tell 'em don't play with you, get 'em away from you

You need a baller like I, call 'em like I

See 'em like naaaah

Move over y'all amateurs

No, you not balling that's Pro-Am shit

Oh, stop calling that's ho-man shit

Stop falling asleep that's old man shit

I stands up in it like a champ up in it

Be up in it so long, get my calls transferred in it

No more minute man in it

Get my Soundscan, BDS, and Market at Glance in it

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sean Paul)]

If you with us, throw the diamond up one time

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Ladies, if you with us, just grind to the bass line

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Homie, don't be scared to grab her from behind, nigga

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo

And make her show out her wild side

Stick out her backside)

If you with us, throw the diamond up one time

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Ladies, if you with us, just grind to the bass line

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Homie, don't be scared to grab her from behind, nigga

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo

And make her show out her wild side

Stick out her backside)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

What they gon do'

You got starch in your flow

I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow

All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilke

I am art with the flow

Even if I'm guilty, you gotta pardon the flow

Niggas taking me lightly, had to darken the flow

Way I put it together, tear 'em apart with the flow

I'm too smart with the flow, you just started the flow

Stop it youngin, you 106th & Park with the flow

I am pro, as you see I'm off the charts with the flow

Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow

In some places they say this, I am God with the flow

Like my office, but they're biased, too involved with the flow

(Although) I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow

Troubled man, dare I say, I am Mar with the flow

I come up hard but I evolve with the flow

Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sean Paul)]

If you with us, throw the diamond up one time

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Ladies, if you with us, just grind to the bass line

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Homie, don't be scared to grab her from behind, nigga

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo

And make her show out her wild side

Stick out her backside)

If you with us, throw the diamond up one time

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Ladies, if you with us, just grind to the bass line

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo)

Homie, don't be scared to grab her from behind, nigga

(Yo yo yo, yo yo yo

And make her show out her wild side

Stick out her backside)