MP3: Jay-Z-Jay-z feat. Dr Dre and Eminem
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Yeah D R E, Jay-Z What the fuck? Watch me! Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom boom Gotti, Gotti ya heard? Yo, come on!
You gotta pop that styles, rock that watch dial See that Benz? Cop that now Drop that top down, they gon' kill us anyway Them cops uptown hit holmes with forty-one rounds Live yo' life, get yo' ice She been with you since day one nigga, trick on yo' wife Spend that dough, when in doubt take that trip She ain't livin' for the moment homey, shake that bitch
He that cool, he can't take you nowhere? Then leave that fool, be that rude if he that cool Save for what? Ball till your days is up This place is fucked, all type of AIDS and such How they make it where you afraid to fuck They gave us drugs then turned around and investigated us Life is short, then you on life support So in between it all I'ma say I seen it all, watch me
Place yourself in the shoes of true felons And tell me you won't ball every chance you get At any chance you hit, we live for the moment Makes sense, don't it? Now make dollars
You see me around some cheese See me with hustlers around them G's Blowin' dro, runnin' through pounds of weed At the bar baby, round's on me
Watch me turn somethin' out of nothin', turn platinum from gold Watch me light the coal, heat blow off the Viking stove I take an empty bank account, fill it with oh's I take an empty building then I fill it with hoes Watch me, cop that Coupe, shine for the ladies Have 'em sayin', "Damn I never seen a watch that blue" And while they still mesmerized I pop that cooch' Shit, law enforcement couldn't stop that dude
Guess who? Fresh off of 'Volume 2' Back at you, peep the numbers my album do They call me Cham-pagne-hovah, wake up with a hangover When y'all think the game's over, do the same thing over Still with the same soldiers Still gettin' brain and it's plain ain't a thang gon' change over Hop out the truck, hand on my cock and nuts Who got the bank, I'm stoppin' it up, watch me
Place yourself in the shoes of true felons And tell me you won't ball every chance you get At any chance you hit, we live for the moment Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars
You see me around some cheese Hanging with hustlers around them G's Blowin' dro, runnin' through pounds of weed At the bar bitch, round's on me
Yo, the watch too rocky, need shades Continental sittin' on blades, spinnin' like waves Gun too Brocky, behave Big shot, plus I'm feelin' like Rocky these days Ice don't melt, I could ski through a heatwave Nights won't help you see Jay, it'll be day My shit too bright, I rip through mics Plus I push more powder than Crystal Light
Chick mad said I hold my pistol too tight Get a grip bitch, this how I get through life I buy out the bar, spit Crist' through the mic See Jigga in the 6 and all the shit you like See Jigga givin' dick to every bitch you like I told her, "It's Jay-Day and hit you night" You wanna, see me again you gotta get two dice I got rules, I can't hit you twice, you heard me? Watch me
Place yourself in the shoes of true felons And tell me you won't ball every chance you get At any chance you hit, we live for the moment Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars
You see me around some cheese See me with hustlers around them G's Blowin' dro, runnin' through pounds of weed At the bar baby, round's on me
You see me around some cheese Hanging hustlers around them G's Blowin' dro, runnin' through pounds of weed At the bar bitch, round's on me
Jigga Jigga shit huh? Brooklyn, Brooklyn shit huh? Gotti, Gotti shit huh? Lil' Rob shit huh? Roc-a-Fella, shit y'all Murder, murder, shit y'all Watch me!
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