Jay Z - 2 Many Hoes

[Intro: Jay-Z]

Uhh, yeah, uh-uhh-uh

Uh-huh, uh-uh-uhh, uhh, uhh

I ain't tryin to be rude dude

But give a nigga some space

I ain't tryin to be rude dude

Just, give a nigga some space

Just tryin to talk honey dog

I ain't got time to waste (check it)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Why is you over here lookin' at me

While all these girls up in here?

What you gay? Nigga, Jay straight like Indian hair

Y'all don't want me to spray the semi in here

I mean if you a fan I consider you fam'

But shake a nigga hand, well shit god damn

All that ("Do you remember me dawg?") Nah I'm drawin' a blank

You got me feelin like a fish, in a fish tank

Just think, if you came to a club

Tryin to find a little hon for some one-night love

'Stead you got another nigga all up in your mug

You make me uncomfortable thug, go thatta-way!

And kill the ice grill holmes

'Cause I keep enough heat to melt that away

I came in some sweats, I came to get met

Tryin' to find a chick that make it hard for me to "next!"

We exit stage left, hop in her Lexus

Treat me like a baby, mouth on her breast-es

.. may I suggest that it's

A lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses

.. go find you one

Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn

.. go find you one

Go get your dance on, go grind on one

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Quick question - yo, why you over here?

So many hoes in here

My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there

It's so many hoes in here

I ain't tryin' to be rude dude, whyon'tcha disappear?

There's so many hoes in here

I understand you got issues but I really don't care

There's so many hoes in here

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Yeah yeah yeah I know you rap and your sister spit too

You been callin' the office and you can't get through

I understand all that, but now ain't the time

I came to the club to get that off my mind

And all you thugs with your war stories startin' to bore me

I ain't tryin' to hear about your guts and glory

I'm tryin' to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from N.O.R.E

And you keep talkin' over the beat like Clue ("Do you remember?")

.. go find somethin' to do

You're a janitor, go find somethin' to screw

Disappear like Copperfield, go cop a feel

Play hide and seek witchaself for real, huh

The chick came dressed up just to get messed up

She got her hair done, just to get it sweated up

Shit I'm tryin' to help her out

Whyon'tcha help me out and be out?

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Quick question - yo, why you over here?

So many hoes in here

My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there

It's so many hoes in here

I ain't tryin' to be rude dude, whyon'tcha disappear?

There's so many hoes in here

I understand you got issues but I really don't care

There's so many hoes in here

Jeah, jeah, jeah

[Timbaland]

You're invadin' my space

You need to, be easy, ahh

You're invadin' my space

You need to, be easy, ahh

You're invadin' my space

C'mon dawg, be easy, ahh

[Timbaland]

Uh-uh, I don't know why they do that

Heh, I don't understand

Heh, what you need to do, is..

[Timbaland]

Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here

Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here

Stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here

C'mon dawg, stop spittin' in my face and go talk to them hoes in here

Be easy

Jay Z - Nigga Please

[Intro: Pharrell (Jay Z)]

What, uh, c'mon.. uh

Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late

(Uh, uh, Young, Neptunes)

It's too late for that

(Young Chris)

Don't gotta to spit that game

Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that

(ROC in the building)

Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that

(Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars)

Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that

(Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla)

[Chorus: Pharrell (Jay-Z)]

My nigga, please - you ain't signin' no checks like these

My nigga, please - you pushin' no wheels like these

My nigga, please - you ain't holdin' no TECs like these

My nigga, please - you don't pop open vests like these

(My nigga please, uh-huh, uh)

(This my world, pimp stroll, let's do this)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Nigga please, you ain't start out from your trunk

Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk

Nigga please, chumps don't tour like us

You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus

Nigga please, you ain't got your neck all froze

With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes

Nigga please, you don't be getting no hoes

With La Perla on they cheeks, can't be messin with cheap chicks

Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans

Manolo Blahnik, I'm goin through they body like an ultrasonic

You ain't got 'em blowin no chronic

Divine intervention, y'all can't prevent me from shinin

Nigga please, I been around the world

I damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world

Nigga please, you can't even hold my shoes

I got wannabes who wanna be me that sound better than you

[Chorus: Pharrell (Jay-Z)]

My nigga, please - you ain't signin' no checks like these

My nigga, please - you pushin' no wheels like these

My nigga, please - you ain't holdin' no TECs like these

My nigga, please - you don't pop open vests like these

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Ahhh! Pimp strollin' on 'em

Black diamonds, rose goldin' on 'em, paper foldin on 'em

Snuck pass the dog noses with the Folger's on 'em

Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on 'em

Snitch got pinched but he told it on him

Lawyers got it adjourned, 'til I squeeze 'em on him

There's no witnesses, it's no holdin on him

Just George Jefferson strollin' on 'em, uhh

Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be

My, videos is like Real TV

That chick, that's me, that 6, that's me

That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea

Nigga please

[Chorus: Pharrell (Jay-Z)]

My nigga, please - you ain't signin' no checks like these

My nigga, please - you pushin' no wheels like these

My nigga, please - you ain't holdin' no TECs like these

My nigga, please - you don't pop open vests like these

[Verse 3: Young Chris]

Yo, yo

Nigga please, y'all ain't seein no checks like these (no)

Y'all don't run up in record labels demandin respect like we

Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we

Y'all coach class, y'all never private jet like we

My nigga please, y'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us

You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us

Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us

And repeat it we must, y'all don't re-up like us

Ay, y'all ain't bein like us, 'cause y'all don't see it like us

They move the D's when they rush

My nigga please, they must be on E's and dust

Them niggas F'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us

My nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got O.G.s like me

B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame Dash, Kareem

Nigga please, somebody must've gassed your team

Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (GangGreen)

My nigga please

[Chorus: Pharrell (Jay-Z)]

My nigga, please - you ain't signin' no checks like these

My nigga, please - you pushin' no wheels like these

My nigga, please - you ain't holdin' no TECs like these

My nigga, please - you don't pop open vests like these

[Pharrell]

Amazin man, got your Elvis soul

I made my money! I don't trouble the law

I keep the womens around

I drive the gremlins crazy

You wanna know the time?

Better have your shades, see

My nigga please

[Chorus: Pharrell (Jay-Z)]
My nigga, please - you ain't signin' no checks like these

My nigga, please - you pushin' no wheels like these

My nigga, please - you ain't holdin' no TECs like these

My nigga, please - you don't pop open vests like these

Jay Z - Blueprint²

[Intro]

"JAY-Z this," "JAY-Z that."

("JAY-Z won't hold my hand no more.")

"JAY-Z this," "JAY-Z that."

"JAY-Z that," "JAY-Z this."

("JAY-Z won't give me no money.")

Get off JAY-Z' dick!

What, y'all niggas get front page articles?

Y'all mention JAY-Z name?

(This thing on?) JAY-Z, JAY-Z

(Check) In JAY-Z news

I understand what y'all tryin' to do

I brought the flutes this time, though (Check)

Unleash the flutes on 'em, Guru

Give me some more music in the headphone

Let's get to the proceedings preceding this evening

Let's do this thing (let's do it right this time)

C'mon!

[Verse 1]

H-O-V-A

I got my mojo back, baby, oh behave

Naw, naw, don't be afraid

Y'all and your articles hock spit at Jay

Y'all from afar threw darts my way

What you thought, I would not have nothin' to say? Nope!

Y'all fell into the booby trap

I set the trap just to see dude react, and now

And now you's can't leave

You opened the door, God, I'm at you annually

And I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez

I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is

But you can't give cred to anything dude says

Same dude to give you ice and you owe him some head

Shorty, it's time to wake up the dead

You sound a little naive in them articles that I read

[Chorus]

H-O-V-A

The Blueprint 2, baby, on the way

H-O-V-A

I got my mojo back, baby, oh behave

H-O-V-A

The Blueprint 2, baby, on the way

H-O-V-A

I got my mojo back, baby, oh behave

[Verse 2]

Can't y'all see that he's fake, the rap version of T.D. Jakes

Prophesizin' on your CD's and tapes

Won't break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes

And this is with whom you want to place your faith?

I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine

When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line (It's real)

Donatin' proceeds off every ticket sold

When I was out on the road, that's how you judge Hov, no?

Ain't I supposed to be absorbed in myself?

Every time there's a tragedy, I'm the first one to help

They call me this misogynist

But they don't call me the dude to take his dollars to give gifts at the projects

These dudes is all politics, depositin' checks

They put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lot of lip (Yap, yap, yap)

And y'all buy the shit, caught up in the hype

'Cause the nigga wear a kufi, it don't mean that he bright

'Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice

It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write (The fuck is you sayin'?)

Is it Oochie Wally Wally or is it One Mic?

Is it Black Girl Lost or shorty owe you for ice?

I've been real all my life, they confuse it with conceit

Since I will not lose, they try to help him cheat

But I will not lose, for even in defeat

There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens up for me

When the grass is cut, the snakes will show

I gotta thank the little homie Nas for that, though (Ha ha)

Savin' me the hassle of speakin' to half of these assholes

And I'ma let karma catch up to Jaz-O, whoa

I'm back before you had a chance to miss me

My mama can't save you this time, niggas is history

Who you know flow vicious as me?

Yet so religiously, that's why they call me Hov'

I get the spoils 'cause the victor is me (Me, nigga!)

You're an actor, you're not who you're depicted to be

You street dreamin', all y'all niggas livin' through me

I gave you life when niggas was forgettin' you emcee

I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me

You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee

I'm Big Dog, Glenn Rob – listen, God, you a flea

And the little homie Jungle is a garden to me

What's the problem, B? You not as hard as me, nigga

Hard as we, nigga, R-O-C, nigga

That's why they follow me

They feel my pain and my agony, nigga

I won't rest 'til you on one knee

You want war, then this war's gon' be, nigga

Until you on one knee

You want war, then this war's gon' be, nigga

[Chorus]

H-O-V-A

The Blueprint 2, baby, on the way

H-O-V-A

I got my mojo back, baby, oh behave

H-O-V-A

The Blueprint 2, baby, on the way

H-O-V-A

I got my mojo back, baby, oh behave

Jay Z - Some People Hate

[Intro: Refrain]

That old fashioned word

It's a word called love

Called looooove

Called looo-oooo-oooo-oooo-oooo-ove

[Intro: Jay-Z]

Oh, this must be the way the nigga Pac felt when he made

Me Against the World, All Eyez on Me

Y'all niggas got me feelin' like all eyes on me, me against the world

Mmm, y'all got me on my shit

Thought niggas would appreciate what I did to this game

Being that I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood

Come from the same hood you come from

We share basically the same stories

Thought niggas would appreciate what I came and did

Since ninety-six, every year

Something must be seriously wrong with the world

I know y'all ain't hating

[Chorus: Jay-Z & (sample)]

(Some people hate) Don't tell me niggas is hating

(Some people hate) Uhh, nah, you know what I think?

(Some people hate) I think...

(I think they've lost their minds) Think y'all lost your mind

Y'all got me on my shit

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Raw, rough and rugged, when addressing the mass public

My attitude is fuck it 'cause motherfuckers love it

Got a chip on my shoulder the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas

And fuck being famous, I came to get the butters

I came from the gutter, my success in this game

Is sort of like Pro-jectic Justice

A payment for brushes with police officers

A peace offering from the Gods for the streets I was tossed in

Til I'm deceased in a coffin

I'ma be a beast on these beats releasing early and often

Please, your disdain for the brothers ain't gon change the numbers

It's the strengthening of chain among us

Please we ain't afraid of none of ya's; who want it with us?

Ain't nuttin changed since the ninety-six summer, c'mon

[Chorus: Jay-Z & (sample)]

(Some people hate) Yeah

(Some people hate) Uh, uh, uh

(Some people hate) Yeah! You know what I think?

(I think they've lost their minds) They say success breeds envy

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

I guess it's just the penalty of leadership

I guess I'm what niggas wanna be and shit

Or niggas just bored wanna be in shit

'Fore they get to rappin', start believing it, think they Ali and shit

I roll with the punches so I survive

I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side

I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise, surprise

They try to take me out the game but I's alive

It's like a old Negro spiritual, but I mastered Tobey

With a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga

You bastards know me, the one and only

Big homie from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely

You need Jesus in your life

It's either that or y'all gon' make me

Put the double Desert Eagles in your life, nigga

[Chorus: Jay-Z & (sample)]

(Some people hate)

(I know nigga's ain't hating man, let me find out)

(Some people hate) Jealousy is a weak emotion, man

(Some people kill their brothers)

C'mon man, be stronger than that.. you know what I think?

(I think they've lost their minds) You'll be alright though

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Au contraire, nigga, I am here 'cause I earned this shit

By riding out when niggas had learners' permit

We bring then knives out or we let them burners spit

I bring them pies out if niggas wanna burn the strip

Bring your rides out, bring your buggy eyes out

Turn your six, I laid back in the Maybach

Nigga this the payback, I know you bitch niggas from way back

Niggas wanna clown, but the pound, it don't play that

Get yourself found drowned where the lake at

Run up on 'em notoriously, take that, take that

And then we coming where your wake at

Eight maniac cats strapped with gats, you can hate that

Face facts, fake rap cats

Can't take back what I took back to the Brook, look

[Outro: Sample]

Some people hate

Some people hate

Some people kill their brothers

I think they've lost their minds

And I'm hung up.. ohh..

Jay Z - Some How Some Way

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Please believe that, some how some way

We gotta make it up out the hood some day

Some how some way

We gotta make it up out this life, c'mon

Some how some way

We gotta make it up out this life

Some way, we gotta make it up out this life

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Whether we dribble out this motherfucker

Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker

Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker

Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker

Some day the cops'll kill a muh'fucker

I don't always wanna be this drug dealing muh'fucker, damn

Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride

Through the sky, I

Used to play the hall and fifth floor, me and my boys

We all poor getting high, I

Seen the worst of the worst, I deserve every blessing

I received I'm from the dirt

I, planted my seed on unfertile land

Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand, and

Still I grew, some how I knew that the sun'll shine through, and

Touch my soul, take hold of my hand

Look man, a tree grows in Brooklyn

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Some how some way

I gotta make it up out the hood someday

Some how some way

I gotta make it up out this life, c'mon

Some way, I gotta make it up out this hood someday

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]

(To Lil' Nell, Sigel Street, I ain't forget you)

Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck

Nosey neighbors and haters keep they face on stuck

Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up

Moms smoke, kids can't chase the ice cream truck

Girls fighting over rope, the young boys hype things up

Niggas fighting over coke, the young boys light things up

All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up

'member Lil' Eddie draw, man how he light mean up

Then they wonder why we light green up

Back to back steamers trying to relax but I can't, I lean up

Ain't the L or the reefer that steam up (that steam up)

It's my head and I'm stressed to the point I get a fever

Thinking 'bout the block and all the mothers and kids

That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed 'em

For the rest of their life

Fucking wings, fried vegetable rice (gotta be kidding)

No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night

Our kids eating lunch at night

In their beds all bunched in tight

No less than three or four (you know how it go)

Two by the foot two by the headboard

Man I'm getting scared for them (yeah I know)

That's how I feel for them

And we gotta grip of shorties on the block

All they do is smoke weed and drink forties, cop their quarties

Enough to get the latest ROC, newest Glock, and old Jordies

[Chorus: Beanie Sigel]

Some how some way

We gon' make it up out this hood one day

Some how some way

We gon' make it up out this life, yeah

And some how some way

We gon' make it up out the hood one day

Some way, we gon' make it up out this life

[Verse 3: Scarface]

Right here another lil' story 'bout this clique I claimed

Got another chapter based on how I get that game

Just hanging round my neighborhood, bang my street

Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep

South-side, Sunnyside

Is the blocks I run, South Acres, South Park

Nigga all got guns

Over here we got this code Charlie, get that there

We know tomorrow ain't promise so we get that now

Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps

Working inside a smoke house starving to death

Serving these niggas flippers, quarter-ounces and jippers

Agents snapping your picture

Neighbors plotting to get ya

Situations is critic

I was out here be getting it

Living it like a savage 'cause nigga I gotta have it

They holding back on a motherfucker, I'm in it for the haul, dog

Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all y'all

Lord be willing and the creek don't rise

I'ma be a nigga and these streets gon' rise

(Some how some way)

(Some how some way)

I'ma be a nigga and these streets gon' rise

(Some how some way)

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

Some how some way

We gotta make it up out the hood some day

Some how some way

We gotta make it up out this life, c'mon

Some how some way

We gotta make it up out the hood some day

Some way, we gotta make it up out this life

[Whistling outro]