Friday, January 31, 2020
Jay Z - Bitches & Sisters
[Chorus: N.W.A. sample]
Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
(Bitch) you know my name and the company I own
(Bitch) you like my style and you smell my cologne
(Bitch) don't try to act like my track-record ain't known
(Bitch) you probably gotta couple CD's in your home
(Bitch) don't make me say it twice, you acting all up tight
All sidity like, like, like you ain't a (Bitch)
I ain't no ball player, you ain't gonna get pregnant and get
Hit off with paper, you gonna get hit off and slid off
Before the neighbors take off to go to work
So just, take off your shirt, don't hit me with that church shit
(Bitch) I got a sister who schooled me to shit you chickens do
Tricking fools, got a whole Robin Givens crew that I kick it to
They be hipping dudes, how you chickens move, I be listening too
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Don't make me say it thrice, you acting all up tight
All sidity like, like you ain't a (Bitch)
You ain't no better cause you don't be fucking rappers
You only fuck with actors, you still getting fucked backwards
(Bitch) Unless you fucked a dude on his own merit
And not the way he dribbles or ball or draw lyrics
You're a (Bitch), No ma, you're a (Bitch)
[Chorus: N.W.A. sample]
Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
Let's describe a certain female
[Interlude]
Say Jay-Z, why you gotta go and disrespect the women for, huh?
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
(Bitch) Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve
Sisters work hard, bitches work your nerves
Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up
Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up
Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids
Bitches in street with their nose in your biz
Sisters tell the truth, bitches tell lies
Sisters drive cars, bitches wanna ride
Sisters give-up the ass, bitches give-up the ass
Sisters do it slow, bitches do it fast
Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live
Bitches have niggas all up in your crib
Sisters tell you quick "you better check your homie"
Bitches don't give a fuck, they wanna check for your homie
Sisters love Jay 'cause they know how Hov' is
I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch
Jay Z - Show You How
[Intro]
Catch up, niggas
[Verse]
Damn you fadin' Hov', how you gave 'em that?
Audemar Piguet with the alligator strap
Sick of y'all niggas with ya now or later raps
Rap about it now, hope you get it later
Do a couple shows, hope you niggas is savin' up
(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)
But this particular watch be a one of one
That means none before it, none to come
The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it
(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)
You ain't heard? I push the six when the fives is out
You can't fight me, in the Porsche I'll box you out
(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)
We don't drive X5s we give 'em to baby-mammas
Push the big top that shaped like a Kansas chicken snack box
I get it crackin' when I'm backin' out the garage
A 360 drop Ferrar', shutdown manhattan
Bucket low, like fuck it, though
Nikes on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it, though
(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)
Nigga I'm a check writer, you're royalty recievers
Y'all eatin' off Per Diem, on the low like a caesar
Pay ya taxes, y'all niggas hustlin' backwards
I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard
(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)
How you want it, my jeans is 300
These ain't Diesel, nigga, these is Evisu
Top is Roc, you know the rest
A big bucket of frozen water on my chest
(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)
Listen man, get a crate, some crack, and some house slippers
A newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips up
Or get a gun, a mask, an escape route
Some ducktape'll make 'em take you to the house
And ma don't give him nothin', unless he's treatin' you special
Soon he'll get desperate, and go down and bless you
And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair
Just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah
(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON)
Look, think big, fuck gettin' your nails done
Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son
Don't let 'em give you, hard dick and bubble gum
Make him cop the Lex bubble, 2001 hon
(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON)
And if your man got you baggin' up, it could be worse
Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse
Jay Z - A Ballad for the Fallen Soldier
[Intro: Jay-Z]
This here's a ballad for all the fallen soldiers (this ain't music)
I'm 'bout to show you how a hustlers life (this is life man)
And a soldier's life, parallel
And the one thing they got in common is a mother's pain
(Forget about me for a second)
Picture split screen (forget musicians)
On one side we got a hustler getting ready for the block (human beings)
Other side you got the soldier (people) getting ready for boot camp (it's life)
They're both at war
Stay with us
[Chorus: Marc Dorsey]
Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast
So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
You lost him mama, the war's calling him
Feel it's his duty to fall in line with all of them
He's a soldier
Rose through the ranks as the head of your household
Now its time to provide bank, like he's supposed ta
Now just remember why he's gone 'til November
It's part of him growing up
His shirts soaks up your tears as he holds ya
Your heart beating so fast speeding his pulse up
Yeah I know it sucks, life ain't all rosebuds
A couple of speed bumps, you gotta take your lumps
Off to boot camp, the worlds facing terror
Bin Laden been happening in Manhattan
Crack was anthrax back then, back when
Police was Al'Qaeda to black men
While I was out there hustling, sinning with no religion
He was off to war killing for a living
[Chorus: Marc Dorsey]
Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast
So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Days turn to nights, nights turn to years
Years turn to, "How the fuck we make it in here?"
My barracks average couple fights a day
Get you locked in a hole won't see the light of day
And I feel like I'm just writing my life away
I never thought shit could end up quite this way
There's a war going on outside no man is safe from
I'm here for the good fight only the fakes run
I'm here for the purple heart, if I can't take one
For my team or my siblings whats my reason for living?
I love my niggas more than anything else
This war's about my family, me needing the wealth
You don't understand how useless as men we felt
'Til you become a 5 star general
Shout out to my niggas that's locked in jail
P.O.W.'s that's still in the war for real, for real
[Chorus: Marc Dorsey]
Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast
So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass
[Bridge: Pharrell Williams & Jay-Z (Marc Dorsey)]
Your baby boy is getting grown
So your baby boy is moving on
I've gotta chase it
I'm gon' chase it
And I'm gon' make it, gon' make it
Yeah, your baby boy is getting grown
So your baby boy is moving on
I'm gonna make it, I'm gon' make it
Even if I gotta chase it
You gotta take it, wooo, yeah
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Mama say prayer your son's becoming a man
This wars taxing to 'em like Uncle Sam
He ain't gon' always make the right choice, understand
Every choice that he make he makes it for his fam
It's death before dishonor
And if he's gone you should honor his memory
Don't cry we all gonna die eventually
But if he's locked in the penitentiary send him some energy
They all winners to me, what's up Emory
[Chorus: Marc Dorsey]
Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast
So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass
Jay Z - As One
[Intro: Jay-Z & Rell]
(We're the ones with the flame) Yeah
(We're the fire that remains) Turn Rell up a lil bit
(We're controllin' the game from now on) Huh
Yeah! It's the world-renowned, internationally-connected
Locally-accepted, Roc-A-Fella Records
Don't get it confused (Roc, baby)
Doin' what we do (It's the Roc, baby)
B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk
Free, Young H-O, Bleek (You understand)
And introducin'
[Verse 1: Young Chris (Neef Buck)]
It's Young C (Young C!), home of Philly, young and hungry
All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me
And every hood in the world discussin' me
I hit it once, then I'ma give it up to Neef
[Verse 2: Neef Buck (Young Chris)]
It's Neef Buck (Neef Buck) out the cut (out the cut)
All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us
It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us
They can't fuck with us (AAAWWWWWW)
[Verse 3: Omillio Sparks]
I'm the one, man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows
To do with your ho all wrapped in one, I'm not done!
Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done
The one to cop one, come back for another one
Quick fast, like rapid refund
I'm the grrrrrrr, mean green out the money machine
I'm not done! I'm Omillio
And interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood
[Break: Jay-Z & Young Chris]
And you like it
All those haters talkin shit we don't like it
[Verse 4: Beanie Sigel]
We love it, that black mask, black glove shit
Roll up on him don't budge, bitch
With my MAC, and my TEC, and my vest, just like that
For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets
I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast
[Chorus: Rell]
Those seen here will lead you forever
And we will not leave you, never
And our voices will ring (rrrring!) together
As one (AAAWWWWW)
[Verse 5: Freeway]
It's young Free! Move, workin' the wheel, hand jerkin' the V
Busters know if you cross the line, thinkin I'm off my job
But I'm on like Chris when he popped his cuz
Thinkin them slugs'll fly
[Verse 6: Peedi Crakk]
Call me P.C.! Tempers spillin', I peel, look how I'm killin' the wheel
The fitted tilt to the left, the shirt blend with the sweats
Your girls skirts and veils, she undressin', don't stare
Take a picture, nigga, packin' the bills
[Verse 7: Jay-Z]
I'm the one! Young H-O, a game of none
What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung?
Listen hon! Twist up one, this is Armi, sip some
It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151
When I'm done! Make a run with The Roc
Rock Air Force 1's, rock a bun, hide shit in her hair
When I come! Through customs, cops can't bust him
It's Hov' the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run!
[Break: Jay-Z & Young Chris]
And you like it
All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it
[Verse 8: Memphis Bleek]
No, we love it, I got a mami with a body
Don't touch it, you can't fuck with
Young Easy, up on the Just Blaze production
You get nothin', we get enough spins
Can't stop us from coppin bottles while we clubbin'
It's the R-O-C forever, tell the public, huh!
[Chorus: Rell]
Those seen here we'll lead you forever
And we will not leave you, never
And our voices will ring (rrrring!) together
As one (AAAWWWWW)
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