Álbum American Gangster de Jay-Z - Canciones

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1. American GangsterVer letra
   

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   letra de American Gangster

   I'm from the 80's,
   Home of the heroine,
   Era of the hustlers, uh
   The world is my custy
   New rich porter
   The way I flip quarters
   Fronting on all these other rap artists, but me
   Momma was a mink wearer, Papa ran numbers
   So it's plain to see, where my whole plan come from
   American dream, I'm living the life still
   The way I shine is like a zillion dollar light bill
   Still I'm grinding, army jacket lining
   40 below timbs on, getting my M's on
   My best friends gone, I seen bad days
   Still find songs that I hear him on
   Getting my Mary J. Blige my Reminisce on
   I hear his voice in my mind, like, nigga live on
   So I get on that fly shit I been on
   Spin on corners in enzo with rims on
   But for info, puffin on Endo-Nesia
   Give me amnesia
   I ease up, that right, I'm high nigga
   I want the sky,
   The world when I'm done
   I'm give it to my sons
   Let 'em live it up, split it up, switch it up,
   Sixes kit it up, man I did it up, done
   The rest of my belongings belong in the hall of fame, a list of hits next to all my names
   I came, if the sky should fall
   And it all goes tomorrow, and they foreclose on the house and auction off all my cars
   Don't cry for me Argentina, I mobbed the beamer
   Took trips abroad, got mobbed in Sardina
   In Ibiza I had pizza in the club
   Ladies know I'm that guy, they wanna piece of my love
   Now they wanna ya boy like Mike in his prime
   Billie Jean the goddamn boy ain't mine
   And the Roc break up, had the people losing hope
   Can't lie they had Muhammad Hovi on the ropes
   Now I'm back in the go mode, back in the go-go's
   Throwing the diamond up, repping the logo
   Rose gold rosa flow, I'm okay though
   What Don't kill me makes stronger than before so
   Here we go and I'm not domino
   When it all falls down, I'm like Kanye's jaw
   I might break but I don't fold, till I hold the sky in my hand
   Yeah that's my goal
   And then I bid you Freddy Adu
   Prodigal Child, y'all not ready for the future
   Then I disappear like Bermuda Triangle
   My name will be viewed such
   Here's to the man that refused to give up
   I want the sky nigga, Chuuuuuuch

   Composición: Curtis Mayfield, Justin Smith (3), Shawn CarterMezclas: Gimel Músicos invitados: Andy Snitzer (Alto Saxophone), Eileen Moon (Cello), Jeanne Leblanc (Cello), Sandra Park (Contractor [Strings Contracted By]), Stillphil (Drums [Live Drums]), Andrew Wright (2) (Mixed By [Assisted By]), Curtis Mayfield (Performer [Short Eyes]), Curtis Mayfield (Written-By [Short Eyes]), Canei Finch (Piano [Additional]), Ryan West (Recorded By [Live Strings & Horns]), Andrew Wright (2) (Recorded By [Music]), Gimel (Recorded By [Vocals]), Charles Pillow (Tenor Saxophone), Mike David (Trombone), Jeff Kievit (Trumpet), Dawn Hannay (Viola), Sue Pray (Viola), Elizabeth Lim (Violin), Jeanine Wynton (Violin), Lisa Kim (Violin), Matt Lehmann (Violin), Minyoung Chang (Violin), Sandra Park (Violin), Sarah O'Boyle (Violin), Sharon Yamada (Violin)
2. Blue MagicVer letra
   

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   letra de Blue Magic

   (feat. Pharrell)
   
   Roc-a-fella records
   The imperial Skateboard P
   Great Hova
   Y'all already know what it is (Oh shit!)
   
   C'mon!
   [Verse:]
   Yeah
   So what if you flip a couple words
   I could triple that in birds
   Open your mind you see the circus in the sky
   I'm Ringling brothers Barnum and Bailey with the pies
   No matter how you slice it I'm your motherfucking guy
   Just like a B-Boy with 360 waves
   Do the same with the pot, still come back beige.
   Whether writers are par, whether powder the jar
   Whip it around, it still comes back hard.
   So easily do I w-h-i-p
   My repitition with wrists will bring you kilo biggers.
   I got kreole C. O. Bitches for my niggas who slipped, became prisoners
   Trees taped to the visitors
   You already know what the business is
   Unnecessary commissary, boy we live this shit
   Niggas wanna bring the 80s back
   It's okay with me, that's where they made me at
   Except I don't write on the wall
   I write my name in the history books, hustling in the hall (hustling in the hall)
   Nah, I don't spin on my head
   I spin work in the pots so I can spend my bread
   
   [Chorus (Pharrell)]
   And I'm getting it, I'm getting it
   I aint talking about it, I'm living it
   I'm getting it, straight getting it
   Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
   (Don't waste you time, fighting the life stay your course, and you'll understand)
   Get it boy
   
   [Verse]
   It's '87 state of mind that I'm in (mind that I'm in)
   In my prime, so for that time, I'm Rakim (I'm Rakim)
   If it wasn't for the crime that I was in
   But I wouldn't be the guy whose rhymes it is that I'm in (that I'm in)
   No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
   Cherry M3's with the top back (top back)
   Red and green G's all on my hat
   North beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
   Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
   Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
   Can't you tell that I came from the dope game
   Blame Reagan for making me into a monster
   Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra
   I ran contraband that they sponsored
   Before this rhyming stuff we was in concert
   
   [Chorus (Pharrell)]
   And I'm getting it I'm getting it
   I aint talking about it, I'm living it
   I'm getting it, straight getting it
   Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
   (Don't waste you time, fighting the life, stay your course, and you'll understand)
   Get it boy
   
   [Verse 3:]
   Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck Bush
   Chef (chef), guess what I cooked
   Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books
   Rockstar, look, way before the bars my picture was getting took
   Feds, they like wack rappers, tried as they may, couldn't get me on the hook
   D. A. Wanna indict me
   Cause fish scales in my veins like a pisces
   The pyrex pot, rolled up my sleeves
   Turn one into two like a Siamese
   Twin when it end, I'm a stand as a man never dying or admiring these
   Last of a dying breed, so let the champagne pop
   I partied for a while now I'm back to the block
   
   [Chorus (Pharrell)]
   And I'm getting it I'm getting it
   I aint talking about it, I'm living it
   I'm getting it, straight getting it
   Get get get get get get get it boy
   (Don't waste you time, fighting the life, stay your course, and you'll understand)
   Get it boy

   Composición: Bernard Kaun, Cindy Herron, Dawn Robinson, Denzil Foster, Maxine Jones, Pharrell Williams, Shawn Carter, Terry Ellis (2), Thomas McElroyMezclas: DuroMúsicos invitados: Jordan Young (Mixed By [Assisted By]), Andrew Coleman (3) (Recorded By), Gimel (Recorded By), Hart Gunther (Recorded By [Assisted By]), Pharrell Williams (Vocals [Additional]), Cindy Herron (Written-By [Hold On]), Dawn Robinson (Written-By [Hold On]), Denzil Foster (Written-By [Hold On]), Maxine Jones (Written-By [Hold On]), Terry Ellis (2) (Written-By [Hold On]), Thomas McElroy (Written-By [Hold On])
3. Fallin
   
4. SuccessVer letra
   

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   letra de Success

   (feat. Nas)
   
   [Jay-Z:]
   I got these niggas breezy, don't worry about it
   Let that bitch breathe!
   I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less
   What do I think of success
   It sucks too much to stress
   I guess I blew up quick, cause friends I grew up with
   See me as a primi, but I'm not and my nut's big
   I don't know what the fuss is
   My career is illustrious
   My rep is impeccable
   I'm not to be fucked with, with shit
   Let that bitch breathe!
   I'm way too important to be talking extorting
   Asking me for a portion is like asking me for a coffin
   Broad daylight I off ya on switch
   Ya not too bright, goodnight, long kiss,
   Bye-bye, my reply, blah-blah
   Blast burner then pass burner, to Tyty
   Finish my breakfast, why?
   I got an appettite for destruction and you're a small fry
   Now where was I
   Let that bitch breathe!
   I used to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more
   Truth be told, I had more fun when I was piss poor
   I'm pissed off, is this what success all about
   A bunch of niggas acting like bitches with big mouths
   All this stress, all I got is this big house
   Couple cars, I don't bring half of them s***s out
   All this ace of spade I drank, just to piss out
   I mean I like the taste, could have saved myself six hours
   How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu
   Hold up, let me move my bowels
   I'll shit on y'all niggas, og tell these boys
   
   [Juan:]
   Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga
   
   [Jay-Z:]
   I got watches I ain't seen in months
   Apartment at the Trump I only slept in it once
   Nigga said Hova was over, such dummies
   Even if I fell I land on a bunch of money
   Y'all ain't got nothing for me
   Nas, let that bitch breathe!
   
   [Nas:]
   Success, Mclaren, women starin'
   My villain appearance
   Sacred blood of a king
   In my vein ain't spillin'
   Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill, Romero
   Camaro driven
   I climax from paper then ask why is life worth livin'
   Is it the hunt for the shit that you want
   To receive is great but I lust giving
   The best jewelers want to make my things
   I make Jacob shit on Lorraine, just to make me a chain
   Niggas mention of one love, came home to paper in hand
   Ain't got to brag about the feds young man
   Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
   Google Earth Nas, I got flats in other continents
   Worst enemies want to be my best friends
   Best friends want to be enemies, like that's what's in
   But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den
   Take everybody's chips, about to cash them in
   Up your catalogue dog, mines worth too much
   Like Mike Jack's atv Pub, Mottola can't touch
   Let this bitch breathe!
   
   [Jay-Z & Nas:]
   Let this bitch breathe!

   Composición: Ernest Wilson (2), Larry Ellis, Nasir Jones, Shawn CarterMezclas: DUROFeaturing: NasMúsicos invitados: Juan Perez (2) (Backing Vocals), Jordan Young (Mixed By [Assisted By]), Larry Ellis & The Black Hammer (Performer [Funky Thing Pt. 1]), Gimel (Recorded By), Larry Ellis (Written-By [Funky Thing Pt. 1])
5. Say HelloVer letra
   

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   letra de Say Hello

   It's that Rocafella music...
   Soulful...
   
   Say hello
   To the bad guy
   Hello
   They say I'm a bad guy
   I come from the bottom
   But now I'm mad fly
   Say Hello
   They say I'm a menace
   That's the picture they paint
   Hello
   They say a lot about me
   Let me tell ya what I ain't
   Hello
   They say I'm a bad guy
   Say Hi to the bad guy
   Hello
   I come from the bottom
   But now I'm mad fly
   They say I'm a menace
   That's the picture they paint
   They say a lot about me
   Let me tell ya what I ain't
   Say hello
   Hello
   Ay, ay, ay, ay
   They say a lot about me
   Let me tell you what I ain't
   
   I ain't playing,
   Life's short, so I aint
   I ain't waiting for life to start portrayin' em
   It's twice as hard to get a job that's paying
   So I ain't payin' attention to what you saying
   Rain-drops keep falling on my brain
   Cousin in the drop on flames
   I'm so hot even if the weather change
   I don't have no top, I'm insane
   Remember darkskinned Jermaine?
   Suede in the rain, I'm sorta kinda the same
   Except I'm no lame and you gonna know my name
   Before I go to work and feel my pain
   Saying, I'm a bad guy, why's that?
   Cause when my back's against the wall, nigga, I react
   Secretly though, I know you admire that
   You wish you had the balls to fire back, prrrrat
   Say hello, uh, uh, hello, uh. uh
   You wish you had the balls to fire back, prrrrat
   
   Say hello
   To the bad guy
   Hello
   They say I'm a bad guy
   I come from the bottom
   But now I'm mad fly
   Hello
   They say I'm a menace
   That's the picture they paint
   Hello
   They say a lot about me
   Let me yell ya what I ain't
   Hello
   They say I'm a bad guy
   Say Hi to the bad guy
   Hello
   I come from the bottom
   But now I'm mad fly
   They say I'm a menace
   That's the picture they paint
   They say a lot about me
   Let me tell ya what I ain't
   Say hello
   Hello
   Ay, ay,
   They say a lot about me
   Let me tell you what I ain't
   
   I ain't no ordinary nigga
   Look around, this aint what 'ordinary' gets ya
   Extraordinary figures
   I'm an extra-ordinary nigga
   Before my name became Jigga
   Before I sang, I had that thang on zippers
   Can't complain bout what they ain't gon' give ya
   That ain't gon' get you shit, mightaswell give up
   Or get up, get out and get something, nigga
   Get a job, my nigga, or get to dumping
   Only God can judge him, only he without sin
   Can tell me if my means can justify my ends
   Til' then, I'm just gon' fly in the benz
   Wire my friends through Western Union
   Sssshhhh... surprising my system knockin'
   Here comes the bad guy again!
   Say hello
   Uh uh
   Hello
   Uh uh
   Hello
   Here comes the bad guy again
   
   Say hello
   To the bad guy
   Hello
   They say I'm a bad guy
   I come from the bottom
   But now I'm mad fly
   Hello
   They say I'm a menace
   That's the picture they paint
   Hello
   They say a lot about me
   Let me tell ya what I ain't
   Hello
   They say I'm a bad guy
   Say Hi to the bad guy
   Hello
   I come from the bottom
   But now I'm mad fly
   They say I'm a menace
   That's the picture they paint
   They say a lot about me
   Let me tell ya what I ain't
   Say hello
   Hello
   Ay, ay,
   They say a lot about me
   Let me tell you what I ain't
   
   We ain't thugs for the sake of just being thugs
   Nobody do dat where we grew at, nigga, DUH!
   The poverty line, we not above
   So out come the mask and glove cause we ain't feelin' the love
   We ain't doing crime for the sake of doing crime
   We movin' dimes cause we ain't doin' fine
   One out of three of us is locked up doing time
   You know what that type of shit can do to a nigga mind?
   My mind on my money, money on my mind
   If you owe me ten dollars, you ain't giving me nine
   Ya'll ain't give me 40 acres and a mule
   So I got my Glock 40, now I'm cool
   And if Al Sharpton is speaking for me
   Somebody get him the word and tell him I don't approve
   Tell him I'll remove the curses
   If you tell me our schools gon' be perfect
   When Jena 6 don't exist
   Tell him THAT's when I'll stop saying bitch - BIIITCH!
   
   Say hello
   To the bad guy
   Hello
   They say I'm a bad guy
   I come from the bottom
   But now I'm mad fly
   Hello
   They say I'm a menace
   That's the picture they paint
   Hello
   They say a lot about me
   Let me tell ya what I ain't
   Hello
   They say I'm a bad guy
   Say Hi to the bad guy
   Hello
   I come from the bottom
   But now I'm mad fly
   They say I'm a menace
   That's the picture they paint
   They say a lot about me
   Let me tell ya what I ain't
   Say hello
   Hello
   Ay, ay,
   They say a lot about me
   Let me tell you what I ain't

   Composición: Aldrin Davis, Shawn Carter, Tom BrockMezclas: DUROMúsicos invitados: Rhonda Robinson (Backing Vocals), Keke And Amy (Coordinator [Production Coordination]), Jordan Young (Mixed By [Assisted By]), Tom Brock (Performer [The Love We Share Is The Greatest Of Them All]), Derrick Selby (Recorded By), Gimel (Recorded By), Jordan Young (Recorded By), Tom Brock (Written-By [The Love We Share Is The Greatest Of Them All])
6. Ignorant Shit
   
7. Party LifeVer letra
   

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   letra de Party Life

   Oh...
   I like the party life...
   Break Out The Red Lights
   The city in bright lights
   Welcome To The Party Life
   These girls dressin' skintight...
   Welcome to the 70's--Sweet!
   
   Ordered some Patreezy
   While talkin' to this breezy
   Brushin' off my three-piece, I make this look too easy
   So tall and lanky, my suit?
   It should thank me
   I make it look good to be this hood, Meyer Lansky
   Mixed with Lucky Lefty
   Gangster effortlessly
   Poppa was a rolling stone is in my ancestry
   I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never catch me
   And I sport fly shit, I should win the espy
   
   (Baby I, I said I sport fly shit, I should win the Espy...
   I'm really in another league, babe...
   I got a slick mouth, you might wanna roll with me,)
   
   I'm on her bra strap, she's on my diiiick
   Ain't nothin' wrong with that, that's my biiiitch
   I be the boss of that, I'm on her shiiiit
   So all you niggas fall back, I'll split ya wig
   She's my little quarterback... Ya dig?
   Cause I'm all that and a sack... Ya, ya dig?
   I spoiled her
   Foiled it if you fakin', Jack
   She's used to million-dollar vacations
   Fuck ya'll gon' do with that?
   
   When you're blue
   You got nothin' to do
   (Ay, baby, see,...
   When you're used to Filet Mignon,)
   Head into the party life
   (Its kinda hard to go back to Hamburger Helper...)
   If you're feelin' low
   We got to go
   (Its your choice though, baby...)
   Get into the party life
   
   Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
   (Yeah, baby...)
   Is you headin' to the party life?
   (Is you rollin'?
   You can stall out or ball out...)
   Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
   Is you headin' to the party life?
   (Make a choice...
   It's so gangster, baby...)
   Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
   
   Sippin' on my vino
   Got me cooler than Pacino
   And Deniro put together my real life it's like casino
   They should pay me for some B-roll
   Takin' G-strolls through the ghee-to
   And rap-p-p-pid fire's just a neccesary evil
   Hola Hovito', cooler than zero
   Below fresh one blade, no chemo
   Art with no easel
   Please, it's no equal
   Ya boy's off the wall, these other niggas is Tito
   
   Oh...
   I like the party life
   The city in bright lights
   These girls dressin' skintight...
   (Damn,...
   Ay baby, I said I'm, I'm Off The Wall, I'm like a...
   Young Michael Jackson, these other niggas is Tito...
   Shout out to Randy, Real Talk!)
   
   When you're blue
   You got nothin' to do
   (I'ma just let this ride out...)
   Head into the party life
   (I might let it ride out for like 7 minutes, you can groove to it, whatever)
   If you're feelin' low
   We got to go
   (Lets two-step... Aaow!)
   Get into the party life
   (Guru, turn the lights down, lets keep it smooth...
   This that shit you roll up, like a lil' tight J to...
   Sip ya lil' wine...)
   Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
   Is you headin' to the party life?
   Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
   Is you headin' to the party life?
   (Whatever your vice is, you know?
   Whatever you like to do... Get into yo' comfort zone, baby...
   Get into yo' comfort zone... Uh huh)
   
   When you're blue
   You got nothin' to do
   (Head into the party life...)
   Head into the party life
   If you're feelin' low
   We got to go
   (I don't even want it to stop, tho, forreal tho...)
   Get into the party life
   
   Step into my bedroom
   I call it the Red room
   C-cause it gets h-h-hot-t-t
   I trust you gon' like it
   See, why are we talkin' all this fly shit?
   C-c-c-c-cause I'm the flyest
   Hovito, baby
   No equal, baby
   So, petite n' gold
   Let the beat go
   Now I'm eatin' gold, baby
   Hovito, baby
   No equal, baby
   So, petite n' gold
   Let the beat go
   Now can we go crazy?...
   (Ooh!...)
   
   When you're blue
   You got nothin' to do
   Head into the party life
   If you're feelin' low
   We got to go
   Get into the party life...

   Composición: David Stone (6), Deleno Matthews, Levar Coppin, Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, Willie HaleMezclas: Victor Abijaoudi IIMúsicos invitados: Ed Goldson (Bass), Ed Goldson (Guitar), Mario Winans (Drums), Matthew Testa (Engineer [Assistant Engineer]), Anthony Palazzole (Mixed By [Assisted By]), Steve Dickey (Mixed By [Assisted By]), Bashiri Johnson (Percussion), Little Beaver (Performer [Get Into The Party Life]), Gimel (Recorded By), Steve Dickey (Recorded By), Victor Abijaoudi II (Recorded By), Keyon Harrold (Trumpet), Shannon Jones (Vocals), David Stone (6) (Written-By [Get Into The Party Life]), Willie Hale (Written-By [Get Into The Party Life])
8. I KnowVer letra
   

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   letra de I Know

   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   I know what you like
   Everything you love
   I know what you like
   Everything you love
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   I know what you like.... Hov
   Baby you love.... Hov
   Baby you love.... Hov
   Baby you like.... Hov
   
   Uh-
   She wants that old thing back
   Uh- uh- uh-
   She want those Heroin tracks
   She likes me
   She fiends for me nightly
   She leans for me
   Morning she rush for my touch
   This is about lust
   Cold sweats occur when I'm not with her
   My presence is a must- must- must-
   Bonita Applebum, I gotta put you on
   If I didn't when we cuttin' the feeling would be too strong
   In any form, I'm giving you sweet dreams
   That Sugar Hill, she call me her sweet thing
   That Black Rain that take away your pain
   Just for one night, baby, take me in vein
   Now that feelin' got you trippin'
   You no wanna feel no differently
   Said lust has got you itchin'
   All wide open and its' drippin' -eh -eh -eh -eh
   I know what you like, I am your prescription
   I'm your physician, I'm your addiction
   
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   I know what you like
   Everything you love
   I know what you like
   Everything you love
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   I know what you like.... Hov
   Baby you love.... Hov
   Baby you love.... Hov
   Baby you like.... Hov
   
   I am so dope
   Like Louboutins with the red bottoms
   You gotta have 'em, you glad you got 'em
   Like every color Giuseppe's, your guilty pleasure is me
   Its so much fun, you shun therapy
   Although it never be, the feeling is fleeting
   Shopping's like coppin', you constantly need it
   I'm never around, you constantly seek it
   You'll never be down, I know where your peak is
   9 1/2 weeks is better than 12-steps
   I keep tryin' to remind you to keep tellin' yourself
   Now your conscience is interfering, like "Better yourself!"
   Like you better get help
   But when that medicine's felt?
   We're back together
   Don't ever leave me
   Don't ever let 'em tell you that you'll never need me
   My China White, 'til we D. O. A.
   Its Montego forever, baby, lets get away....
   
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   I know what you like
   Everything you love
   I know what you like
   Everything you love
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   I know what you like.... Hov
   Baby you love.... Hov
   Baby you love.... Hov
   Baby you like.... Hov
   
   How could you leave me?
   I thought that you needed me!
   When the world got too much and you pleaded with me--
   Who helped you immediately?
   How speedy of me!
   How could you deny me so vehemently?
   Now your body is shakin' trying to free it of me
   And your soul is in control, trying to lead it from me
   And your heart no longer pledge allegiance to me
   Damn, I'm missing the days when you needed the D
   
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   I know what you like
   Everything you love
   I know what you like
   Everything you love
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   And I Know And I Know
   I know what you like.... Hov
   Baby you love.... Hov
   Baby you love.... Hov
   Baby you like.... Hov

   Composición: Pharrell Williams, Shawn CarterMezclas: Chad Hugo, DuroMúsicos invitados: Jordan Young (Mixed By [Assisted By]), Andrew Coleman (3) (Recorded By), Gimel (Recorded By), Jordan Young (Recorded By [Additional Recording]), Hart Gunther (Recorded By [Assisted By])
9. SweetVer letra
   

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   letra de Sweet

   [1st Verse:]
   Sweet!
   And still there's pain
   If I would have grew up to be a doctor, my nephew would have grew up to do the same
   But since I grew up through the game, and my influence is the same
   And my therapy is music, they ask if you ashamed
   And though I wish I could separate, two things,
   I cannot, so my answer to you remains
   I can walk down the hall or mirrors, in Versailles
   And be so satisfied when I look a myself in the eyes
   No shame, no sir, just big boats and tearing the coast up
   Tight coup like I'm wearing the roadster,
   For any coup I'm bear hugging the holster.
   
   [Chorus:]
   Hov, alright, alright
   And that may not be
   What you call perfect
   But, but it's my life
   The life, the life, the life
   Once again it's the life
   
   [2nd Verse:]
   So I make no apologies
   Crooked policies
   So a G a nigga gotta be
   We playing for property, no monopoly
   So I'll pass go and let my nephew follow me
   They say the child shall lead,
   So I take it far as I can, and then we shall see
   Shall we dance with the devil, for a beat
   I pray to God I ain't got two left feet
   Do the hustle, put keys in the street
   Then I'm ballroom dancing, ke-ke'ing in the suite
   Sweet.
   Bb's on the feet, tv's in the seat
   Enemies on the creep
   It's so corrupt
   Soak it up
   It's a lesson, never fuck up
   One day you're up, next day you're down
   Long as you stay the same, it will come back around
   
   [Chorus:]
   
   [3rd Verse:]
   I'm even better, I'm eating better
   Best thing about it is, my niggas eating together
   With each endeavor
   We reaching levels, niggas ain't seen in like forever
   I'm hyman roth I make all my partners rich
   I can vouch for you, if you ain't a part of this
   So pardon me as I pave my wrist
   As I parlay my chips, Hov!
   Alright, alright, American Gangster, ganster, business like I'm white
   But I'm not, I'm just bright
   So fly with no fear of the flight
   So if y'all hear my plight
   And if you think you can make it this far without a fight
   Couple mistakes here and there, not always right
   But I'm always real, that's how I sleep at night
   
   [Chorus:]

   Composición: Deleno Matthews, Levar Coppin, Rudy Love, Sean Combs, Shawn CarterMezclas: DUROMúsicos invitados: Ed Goldson (Bass), Ed Goldson (Guitar), Andy Geel (Engineer [Assistant Engineer]), Steve Dickey (Mixed By [Assisted By]), Bashiri Johnson (Percussion), Rudy Love And The Love Family (Performer [Does Your Mama Know]), Gimel (Recorded By), Steve Dickey (Recorded By), Victor Abijaoudi II (Recorded By), A.J. Walker (Vocals [Additional]), Carmen Cameron (Vocals [Additional]), Cassie (2) (Vocals [Additional]), Rudy Love (Written-By [Does Your Mama Know])
10. Roc Boys (And the Winner Is)
    
11. No HookVer letra
    

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    letra de No Hook

    Poor me, dad was gone, finally got my dad back
    Never that he wouldnt live long, they snatched my dad back
    Guidence I never had that, streets was my second home
    Welcomed me with open arms provided a place to crash at
    A place to study math at, matter fact I learned it all
    Burnt it all this music is where I bury the ashes at
    Flash back not having much, not having that
    Had to get some hollerest you can holla back at
    Holla that my jewish lawyer do enjoy the fruit of within my cash stack
    Just in case a nigga got to use his rat-ta-ta-ta-tat
    Own boss own yawt, masters, slave
    The mentality I carry with me to this very day
    Fuck rich lets get wealthy who else gon' feed we
    If I need it imma get it however God help me
    
    (And I don't need no hook for this shit!!!!)
    
    I'm so for sure is known for sha
    Stay out of trouble, momma said as momma sighs
    Her fear her youngest son being victim of homocide
    But I got to get you out of here momma or imma---die
    Inside--and either way you lose me momma so let loose of me
    I got the rain our direction'll soon change
    To live and die in N. Y. In the hustle game
    Hustle cane, hustle clothes, or hustle music
    But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick
    Skinny nigga toothpick but, but I do lift
    Weight like I'm using roids rolls royce
    Keep my movements smooth while manuvering
    Through all the manuers in the sewers that I grew up in
    Choi-ces we make trying to escape
    
    (And I don't need no hook for this shit!!!)
    
    This is not for commercial usage
    Please don't catagorize this is music
    Please don't compare me to other rappers
    Compare me to trappers I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris
    And Luda's my dude I aint trying to diss
    Like Frank Lucas is cool but I aint trying to snitch
    Imma follow the rules no matter how much time imma get
    Imma live and die with the decisions that imma pick
    So fuck the haven for cave in, that's why we don't speak
    Made men aint supposed to make statements
    End of the story I followed the code cracked the safe
    Other niggas aint in the game so they practice hate
    Leave that boy Hov alone why don't ya
    You don't have to if you don't want to but don't say I didn't warn ya
    
    Oh (And I don't need no hook for this shit!!!)

    Composición: Barry White, Deleno Matthews, Levar Coppin, Sean Combs, Shawn CarterMezclas: DUROMúsicos invitados: Ed Goldson (Bass), Ed Goldson (Guitar), Mario Winans (Drums), Heather Boyden (Engineer [Assistant Engineer]), Michelle Figueroa (Engineer [Assistant Engineer]), Arden Altino (Keyboards), Arden Altino (Electric Piano [Rhodes]), Arden Altino (Piano), Steve Dickey (Mixed By [Assisted By]), Bashiri Johnson (Percussion), Barry White (Performer [Love Serenade]), Gimel (Recorded By), Steve Dickey (Recorded By), Victor Abijaoudi II (Recorded By), Arden Altino (Strings), Mario Winans (Strings), Jayms Madison (Vocals), Barry White (Written-By [Love Serenade])
12. Hello Brooklyn 2.0Ver letra
    

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    letra de Hello Brooklyn 2.0

    (feat. Lil Wayne)
    
    [Lil Wayne]
    Hello Brooklyn how you doin? Where you goin? Can I come too
    And if I can I'm a be yo man you could be my lady
    And have my baby and drive my cars and drive me crazy
    Wherever you goin baby girl jus take me 'cause I'm so taken
    If you taken I'm jus sayin' baby I'm jus sayin'
    
    [Jay-Z]
    Like a momma you birth me Brooklyn you nursed me schooled me wit Hard knocks better then Worked me
    They say you murked me by the time I was 21 that shit disturbed me but you neva hurt me Hello
    Brooklyn if we had a daughter guess what I'm a call her Brooklyn Carter when I left you for
    Virginia it didn't offend ya 'cause you no I only stepped out to get dinner and now I'm eatin so
    Much I bought extra so much doe the dinner's now turn in to Breakfast I only roll lexus to Hug
    Ya road I love ya corners I'm half ya soul
    
    [Lil Wayne]
    Hello Brooklyn how you doin? Where you goin? Can I come too
    And if I can I'm a be yo man you could be my lady
    And have my baby and drive my cars and drive me crazy
    Wherever you goin baby girl jus take me 'cause I'm so taken
    If you taken I'm jus sayin' baby I'm jus sayin'
    
    [Lil Wayne]
    Hello Brooklyn what's ya story she said she eatin on da run But she ain't "Nore"
    She said she got a man but he ain't worried but baby I'm a have to rob em like "Horry" she
    Said She love B. I. G and she like Tupac and when I said jay- Z she said it's da roc but I'm a
    Leave it like this like this like that where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?... Have you seen her?
    And if she tell you somethin' you betta believe her she told me she like my New Orleans Demeanor
    And so I said goodbye Katrina
    
    [Lil Wayne]
    And Hello Brooklyn b-b-baby you are the sweetest thing eyes
    Can see I said Hello Brooklyn but baby I hope you
    You neva say goodbye to me I said Hello Brooklyn b-b-Baby
    You are so damn fine to me n I remember da time, place, &
    The weather on the day you said hi to me
    N I say hello Brooklyn
    
    [Jay-Z]
    Brooklyn you crazy look how you made me razor blades in my mouth walk around behaving all demented
    Black Hoodies and timberlanded always scheming you see da gleam
    On dat niggas pendent Hello Brooklyn you bad influence look what you had me doin but I ain't mad
    At you look at my attitude it says my life's too real pick up my ice grill baby I'm cold as ice
    Like I'm from Brownsville but my Bed's in da stuy though while I flatin ya bush till we smoke a
    C. I what up 2 da boy B. I you no I handle B. I I don't have steps on da caine ask da dreads about I
    How you want so she likes it hard co... So I grind slow illa den outa square mall back in da 9. 0'
    My find hoe we got some victims to catch so in a couple years I'm a bring you sum nex
    
    [Lil Wayne]
    Hello Brooklyn how you doin? Where you goin? Can I come too
    And if I can I'm a be yo man you could be my lady
    And have my baby and drive my cars and drive me crazy
    Wherever you goin baby girl jus take me 'cause I'm so taken
    If you taken I'm jus sayin' baby I'm jus sayin'
    
    Hello Brooklyn b-b-baby you are the sweetest thing eyes
    Can see I said Hello Brooklyn but baby I hope you
    You neva say goodbye to me I said Hello Brooklyn b-b-Baby
    You are so damn fine to me n I remember da time, place, &
    The weather on the day you said hi to me
    N I say hello Brooklyn

    Composición: Derrick Baker, Dwayne Carter, Shawn CarterMezclas: DUROFeaturing: Lil WayneMúsicos invitados: Jordan Young (Mixed By [Assisted By]), Beastie Boys (Performer [Hello Brooklyn]), Big D. (Instruments [All Instruments]), Drew Hollywood (Programmed By [Additional]), Angel Aponte (Recorded By), Ced Hollywood (Recorded By), Drew Money (Recorded By)
13. American Dreamin
    
14. PrayVer letra
    

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    (feat. Beyonce)
    
    [Beyonce talking]
    Delivery me from my enemies oh god
    Defend me from those that rise up against me
    Deliver me from the work of inequities
    The savior from the blood of me
    
    [Jay-Z - Verse one]
    Look, mind state of a gangster from the 40's
    Meet the vicious mind of Motown's Berry Gordy
    Turn crack rocks into a chain of 40/40's
    Sorry my jewelery so gordy
    Slid into the party with my new pair of Maury's
    America meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
    Hey young world wanna hear a story?
    Close your eyes and you could pretend your me
    A cut from the cloth of the Kennedy's
    Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genovese
    This is the genesis of a nemesis
    Mother America's not witnessing
    The Harlem renaissance birthed black businesses
    This is the tale of lost innocences as the incents burn
    And the turn tables turn and that Al Greens plays
    I see my mother's afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays
    And my poppa just left the house, in search of the killer of my Uncle Ray
    And she's trying to calm my nerves, as I observe this is just one day
    And what tomorrow has in store we could never be sure so all we can do is
    Pray
    
    [Beyonce Talking]
    Because of your strength
    While I walked upon the
    For god is my defense
    
    [Jay-Z]
    As I head towards my home room I observe the rooms though needles on the ground
    I hear a car go vrooom drug dealer in the bm with the top down
    As the girls start to giggle I ask why you laugh they say "you too little"
    One day you'll understand when you become a man 'bout things you have to get you
    Fast forward freeze frame on my pistol
    Fist full of dollars ignorance is so blissful
    I didn't choose this life this life chose me
    Around here is the shit that you just do
    I just left school, the same bm is pulled over by the boys dressed blue
    They had they guns drawn screaming just move
    Unless there something else you suggest we can do
    He made his way to the trunk, opened it like a huh
    A treasure chest was removed
    Cops said he'll be back next month
    What we call corrupt he called paying dues
    Now when the rules is blurred as they hears a what am I to do
    But pray, pray the lord forgive me
    Pray guys goodbye for what I'm about go through
    Pray
    
    [Beyonce Talking]
    Delivery me in thy righteousness
    It cause me to escape and climb thy air until I am
    Save me lord
    
    [Jay-Z]
    Anyway there's oppression the drug profession
    Flourishes like beverages refreshing
    Sweet taste of sin everything I've seen made me everything I am
    Bad drug dealer or I victim I beg
    What came first moving chickens or the egg
    This is why I be so fresh I'm trying to beat life
    Because I can't cheat death
    The truth is the shamelessness ain't stainless is that aim this is
    You know who's game this is
    Move coke like Pepsi it don't matter what the brand name is
    I stand behind mine everything I do I'm a man behind mine
    I'm not a angel I'm sure but every night before I lay
    I drop my knees to the floor and I pray
    
    [Beyonce Talking]
    The name shall endure forever
    The name shall continue as long as the sun will
    Men shall be blessed in him
    All nations shall call him blessed
    In your name I pray
    For you blessings

    Composición: Alan Hawkshaw, Deleno Matthews, Levar Coppin, Sean Combs, Shawn CarterMezclas: Victor Abijaoudi IIMúsicos invitados: Aaron J. Johnson (Bass Clarinet), Aaron J. Johnson (Bass Trombone), James Lewis (4) (Bass), James Lewis (4) (Guitar), Andy Geel (Engineer [Assistant Engineer]), Steve Dickey (Mixed By [Assisted By]), Hank Marvin (Performer [New Earth]), Gimel (Recorded By), Steve Dickey (Recorded By), Victor Abijaoudi II (Recorded By), Mario Winans (Strings), Mario Winans (Drums), A.J. Walker (Vocals), Adonis Shropshire (Vocals), Carmen Cameron (Vocals), Cheri Dennis (Vocals), Jayms Madison (Vocals), Leisa T. Johnson (Vocals), Shannon Jones (Vocals), Beyoncé (Vocals [Additional]), Alan Hawkshaw (Written-By [New Earth])
15. IntroVer letra
    

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    letra de Intro

    [Jay-Z]
    It's the Dynasty niggaz... As promised...
    The world's most infamous...
    Roc-A-Fella Records...
    This is Roc La Familia...
    It's Young Hova... Beanie Sigel... Memphis Bleek... Amil-lion...
    It's the Dynasty niggaz... 2000 to infinity...
    This is ghetto to ghetto.. Gutter to gutter..
    Street corner to street corner.. Project to project..
    Worldwide... Walk with us niggaz...
    Hoffa... Dash... It's the Dynasty niggaz
    Check it out...
    Uhh... Walk with me... Talk to me... Yo..
    
    The theme song to +The Sopranos+
    Plays in the key of life on my, mental piano
    Got a strange way of seein life like
    I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag
    Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
    Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare
    On the highway of life, nigga it's sharp in my sight
    Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches
    Everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned
    I would turn green, me, bein in the trenches
    Him, livin adventureous not worryin about expenditures
    I'm bravin temperatures below zero, no hero
    No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga
    But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure
    Is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my liver
    Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be calm but I'm gon' get richer
    Through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture
    Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures
    Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz
    Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious
    Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures
    Niggaz, say it's the dawn/Don but I'm superstitious
    Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted
    I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz actin too suspicious
    This is, food for thought, you do the dishes

    Mezclas: Hector Delgado (2)Músicos invitados: Marty Reid (Guitar), Hector Delgado (2) (Edited By), Idris Elba (Performer), Seth Firkins (Recorded By), Timon Abuptah (Strings [Additional]), Angel Wood (Vocals [Additional])

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