Jay-Z Lyrics
Jay-Z Lyrics
"20 Bag Shorty Lyrics"
Somebody Lyrics
Somebody I need someone To treat me right I need someone To hold me tight Somebody Gotta love Gotta love Gotta love Gotta love I want some, need some Got to have some Take some, make some Got to get it Gotta get it Good loving Oh oh somebody Looking for somebody 'Cause what seems real to me Was just a fantasy My infatuation<
Somebody I need someone To treat me right I need someone To hold me tight Somebody Gotta love Gotta love Gotta love Gotta love I want some, need some Got to have some Take some, make some Got to get it Gotta get it Good loving Oh oh somebody Looking for somebody 'Cause what seems real to me Was just a fantasy My infatuation<
JAY-Z:
no more reasonable doubt im provin to be da illest MC somthing wrong wit ya
motor skills cause yall aint movin me im who u see musically when u want it
done hot payin u to meanzlest infratillity stop i paint pictures beatufully but
niggaz is near sighted dont worry about plageris it'll take em years to bite it
which the greatest fears i dont write it it just appears outta no where like da
information contain by the phycic like it or not i pay dues and expect to be
paid back why da fuck should i freestyle im gettin paid to rap i slang a track
laid back almost till its a sin tell ya god somebody's doin a good job
impersonatin him J-Hova spittin game from da range rover what da fuck is yall
doin in da third lane get over slow ya rode up i got it sewed up like a tella
relatively easy like j
Everyman 4 Himself Lyrics
Born alone die alone guess whos on the microphone *Project Nigga* Deep voice put your boots on Come take a walk down the alley with the gat enter my cypher where everythings black the rap makes me act the beast I attack from every angle I bring pain sharp as the blade on Excalibur quiet as a silencer I challenge ya Meet me at sundown or after school bring your tools ain't no fuckin rules don
erry hella cream is cherry vanilla got chicks in da telli Born alone die alone guess whos on the microphone *Project Nigga* Deep voice put your boots on Come take a walk down the alley with the gat enter my cypher where everythings black the rap makes me act the beast I attack from every angle I bring pain sharp as the blade on Excalibur quiet as a silencer I challenge ya Meet me at sundown or after school bring your tools ain't no fuckin rules don
belly up soundin like mayhelia tryna tell yall yall know da style burn da town
down and change the locale im doin da same shit except its legit
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got a twenty cart shorty better play dat shit you owe me twenty baby better pay
dat shit got twenty bag son better blaze dat shit they said i wasn't seeing
twenty but i made dat shit
GOTTI:
pimp gotti get da dues in them double down like them kids wit tips who tops
down bricks who get money quick see me representin bomb city on da bill block
and mic before they get a mill i sold pills all night the illest outta life got
my mind on fate cause even im tour nigga still aint safe i keep a tre eight on
my left smoke a L for stress countin dirt bag lex i be da X like malcom puff
below zero i should have tried but it was no use i am one of the lonely no one speaks to me i am me... myself... the one and only i looked the door and threw away the key trapped in a room full of nothing where it's getting hard to breathe confronted with my anger i seeked harmony but i'm starring in disbelief ... staring maybe it's just me maybe i'm the one to blame<
cause where u at might put da dagger in yo back its like livin wit yo homey dat
be on crack and fat my niggas know my styles phat like hoes in da L Darodo my
mine toatin fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont trust em
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move wit da nigga huh frum man chilla burge shit word shit i slpurge big
scrilla observe when you work spit bird shit killah not to be purterb with herb
shit deala can make me feel yall foreal ya tock ticking bust a rapper bust a
cap hustler stop flinching you fresh off the corner calling dog shit brog shit
soon as you feel that sog shit you be like oh shit broke niggas resort the
glass looking opposite the track ass whooping opposite the black class hooker
the fat a
Itchy Bitchy [Dance Version] Lyrics
The same lyrics as regular itchy bitchy
ss fooker triple your cash criple your stash pass shooker the past The same lyrics as regular itchy bitchy
aint never the last to teach lessons my peeps fucking up in the streets keep
guessing my brew dont becomming a preach i be blessing lotta kids commmin out
da wrong way like sea sections know da bro gone flow even if it cross shorts
fuck weed cop coke cause da shit cost more but niggas say i floss to much but
when i take it off and such they say i lost my touch those bitches like the
money i wear what its funny how they stare dumb bunnies with they cunnin little
glare shorty let me see the tail if its really that shittin she hit me with a
felion a young pair kitten my boy hit that shit now every body splittin even
holdin snow balls and i aint talkin bout mittens what i talkin bout mittens
foreal snowballs
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