Álbum Vol. 2: Hard Knock Life de Jay-Z - Canciones
Vol. 2: Hard Knock Life
1998 | 
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Listado de canciones del álbum Vol. 2: Hard Knock Life
- Money Ain´t a Thang
- It´s Alright
- It´s Like That
- Reservoir DogsVer letra
[X][Sheek]letra de Reservoir Dogs
Fuck -- shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, lox, takin the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From tv your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola? Bid?
And walk the streets up in? ? Like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing
[Beanie Sigel]
Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans
[Jadakiss]
Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin your pops
You feelin The lox, nigga why you grillin The lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L. O. X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered
I told you the pain was comin
You wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell
[Sauce Money]
You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them s***s they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull
[Styles]
I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarella
[Jay-Z]
I know pop you can't stand us cause you c*** them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa.. Watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I c*** the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range
Shit main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the tolls we got ez passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I. B. On the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint - Paper ChaseVer letra
[X][Foxy Brown]letra de Paper Chase
Uhh, uhh, uh-huh
Uhh (paper chase)
Bonnie n Clyde
Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin down
(gotta get that paper y'all)
That's right, uhh
(Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah
Paper chase y'all, paper chase what? Uh)
Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this bitch
Half a brick of yea, bout to lay down this bitch
(til November?) Nah, I'm here to like slay down this bitch
What you think? I don't wanna have to spray down this bitch
Call my whole team, from around the way down this bitch
I'm tryin to stay down this bitch, play down this bitch
Had a sound, so my nigga Jay drown the six
Roll the windows down and, weight round this bitch
But there's a couple things 'fore it's ok round this bitch
Gotta talk to the natives, let em know I'm here
For all to get the paydays, first I line up all the haters
I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya
More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya
Money providentials hope that's not a problem for ya
If so, Jigga be here, day after tomorrow for ya (That's right!)
[Chorus: Foxy, Jay-Z]
[F] Gotta get that paper dog
[F] Gotta touch that, love that, paper dog, uhh!
[J] Gotta get that paper dog
[J] Gotta have that grab that paper dog!
[F] Gotta get that paper dog
[F] Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that
[J] Gotta get that paper dog
[J] When I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at?
[Jay-Z]
I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones
A down ass bitch and she down to click
Got a nice little hooptie that I get around with
And my plan is, not to leave this town til I'm rich
Gotta find a nigga sellin all them ounces and shit
Tell them get down with the click or get found in a ditch
See I drop down and strip, I turn around and spit
Not to hit em, just to let em know the sound of shit
Return later that evening in the club with Fox
And I got the snub nosed for those that love to box
I'm in search of them young niggaz that hug the block
All day, til it's like gray outside
Shoot dice talkin shit all day outside
And even when it's hot, they outside
Let em know, how it's gon' go, Bonnie n Clyde
And aiyyo, you will want me on your side
[Chorus:]
[Jay-Z]
Yo, yeah, I got that stress and I got it the best
I ain't got it to give but I got it to test
And if you wanna get down, all you gotta invest
Is your time, I gotta move this in a, week or less
For the next couple of days I brought her all I posess
The Rolex, necklaces with the vvs
Twin to drive in the passenger with a tv rest
For my top draft picks I cop the new gs
Now all the little soldiers wanna roll with my team
Cause I ain't sold em a dream, I just showed em the cream
Picked em up in the afternoons and told em some things
You know the regular shit you do when you moldin them teens
Yo, never lay your head where you holdin them things
From family, to your business, nothing goes in between
Never feared no man, put four in his Beem
Drop your gun then, blow the scene, ya heard me?
[Chorus:] - Can I Get A...Ver letra
[X][Jay-z]letra de Can I Get A...
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it!
Verse one: jay-z
Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond rings bitches kill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin?
If wasn't ah, eight figure [nigga] by the name of jigga
Would you come around me, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on my wood, kiss it - could ya
See yourself with a [nigga] workin harder than 9 to 5
Contending six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? So you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with a [nigga] when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo...
Chorus: repeat 2x
[Jay-z]can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
[Amil]can I get a woop woop
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for players without dubs?
[Amil]now can you bounce wit me, uhh
[Jay-z]bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil]uh uh... Major coins
[Jay-z]bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil]yeah, not done
[Jay-z]can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil]uh-uh uh uh
Verse two: amil
You ain't gotta be rich but fuck dat
How we gonna get around your bus pass
Before put this pussy on your mustache
Can you afford me, my niggas breadwinners, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the
Front end, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
"git up, git out and get somethin" [shit! ]
I like a, lot of pravada, alize and baca
Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the c*** up
Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My coochie remains in a gucci name
Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance
High class, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdin, I dash yo
Chorus
[Jay-z] now can you bounce for me, bounce for me
[Ja]uhh
[Jay-z]can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja]uhh!
[Jay-z]gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah
[Jay-z]can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja]uhh!
[Jay-z]gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja]uhh! Yeah
Verse three: ja
It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes
Like my puss wet and dry like damn floes
What ya'll niggas don't know it's easy to pimp a hoe
Bitches betta have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be dickin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred
Makin em feel, slutted even if they don't want it
It's been so long
Since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell em be gone
So hold on to the feelin of flossin and platinum
Cause from now on, you can witness ja the i-con
With hoodies and timbs on, cause I thugs my bitches
Veve, studs my bitches, then we rob the snitches
I'm talkin bout straight figures, if you here get wit us
If not boo, you know what, I still got you
Chorus
[Jay-z]
Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me bitch
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce... Bounce... Wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wi me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah... - Coming of Age (Da Sequel)Ver letra
[X][Jay-Z]letra de Coming of Age (Da Sequel)
Uh-huh uh yeah, gi-gi-geyeah
Time to come up, hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush -- part two
[Bleek] Cocaine whiter now
[Jay-Z] Operation is sweet
[Bleek] Whole game tighter now
[Jay-Z] Movin a brick a week
[Bleek] Plus a nigga price is down
[Jay-Z] We them niggaz to see
[Bleek] Time to start the arisin now
[Jay-Z] I don't know what's wrong with Bleek
[Jay-Z]
It seems, I'm like Keenan, pickin up on the vibe
That he ain't too happy, I could just see it in his eyes
I don't know if it's the chicks or how we dividin the loot
Time to pay his ass a visit 'fore he decide to get cute
Jumped out like a star with the flavest car
Matchin the gator shirt, softer than my next door neighbors
These young niggaz think I fell out the loop
Cause the last time they seen me hoppin, out the Coupe
I hopped out in a suit
[Memphis Bleek]
Look at this nigga Jay frontin tryin to take my shine
I didn't say this verbally, just had some shit on my mind
Plus I'm puffin like an ounce, more than I used to puff
Takin advice from these niggaz but they ain't used to stuff
They had me thinkin, "shit, I'm the one that moved the stuff
While he drive around town in brand new Coupe's and stuff"
Swear to God, they had me practically hatin his guts
As he approached I spoke, "Jigga whattup?"
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (what?) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine
(uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)
[Jay-Z]
Look at that fake smile he just gave me, it's breakin my heart
Should I school him or pull the tools out and just break him apart
I felt his hatred it was harsh, 'fore this fakin shit start
I should take him in back of the building and blaze him
[Memphis Bleek]
Uh-oh, this nigga Jay he ain't slow, he musta picked up on the vibe
And had I, not been so high I woulda been able to hide
Tried to cover up myself, as I gave him a five
Hugged him, as if I loved him
[Jay-Z]
To the naked eye
It woulda seemed we was the closest, but to those that know us
Could see that somethin was about to go down
[Memphis Bleek]
Stay focused
I'm tryin to concentrate, but it's like he's reading my mind
As if he can see through this fog and all this weed in my mind
Could he see I had plans on, bein the man
Ever since we first spoke and he put that G in my hand
And I gave it back to show him, I was down for the cause
As he approached ("Whattup Bleek?") and I paused..
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek, Jay-Z]
I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (what?) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine
Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine
Time to change up, no more second in line
[Bleek]Nine-eight, these streets is mine
[Jay-Z]
Right, yo we wild out in Vegas, styled on haters
Mouthed off at the cops, I done crammed every drop
Copped whips the same color, we tighter than brothers
With different fathers but same mothers, this life don't love us
So til death do us, I'm never breakin my bond
Nigga we Lex movers, V-12 pushers
[Memphis Bleek]
As I stand
One leg of my pants up, in a stance like, "Man what?"
I know these niggaz are peepin my mind cancer
But in time's the answer
Seems mind-blowin, this weed and Hennesey
Got my mind goin, trust me nigga, I'm knowin
Chicks used to ignore me, and my aunt sayin I need fifty
Not sixty-forty
[Jay-Z]
Oh God, don't let him control y'all
Your gun is my gun, your clip is my clip baby
[Memphis Bleek]
Your fun is my fun (uh-huh) your bitch is my bitch
Any nigga tryin to harm Jay I'm feelin for you
I ain't only touchin you, I'm killin your crew
[Jay-Z]
Give it a year, you'll be sittin on a million or two
Records sold nigga, perfect your roll, geyeah
[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
I done came up (came up) put my life on the line
Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (change up) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine (what, geyeah geyeah)
I done came up (came up) put my life on the line
Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (change up) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine
Time to change up, no more second in line
Yeah, yeah
Coming of Age Two, brand new - A Week AgoVer letra
[X][Jay-Z]Uh-huhletra de A Week Ago
[$hort] That's right
[Jay-Z] Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
[$hort] Last week I had everything
[Jay-Z] Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
[$hort] I had the money.. Had the cars, the bitches
[Jay-Z] Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
[$hort] and the jewelry..
And then my motherfuckin niggaz started snitchin
[Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh uh, yo
[$hort] Beyotch!
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Growin up in the hood just my dog and me
We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see
Problems, I called on him, he called on me
We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P
Met him unlocked doors, off my keys
Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me
The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly
Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed
Used to call me from the joint til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I heard his name
I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
He's talkin reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?"
He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet cause you're home."
I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
The crackers up there bleachin your dome, you're reachin
I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on."
From there I sensed the beef was on
I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone
To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
Can't be too safe cause niggaz is two-faced
And they show the other side when they catch a new case
It's on
[Chorus: Too $hort, Jay-Z]
It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)
Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin names
Uh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago)
[Verse Two: Jay-Z]
Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had more clientele
Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin for bail
Seventeen and I'm holdin on to around a mill
I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill
Had niggaz thinkin I was from Uptown for real
I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill
Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty
Freezin on them corners still holdin my crack
Lookin up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?
Came from flat broke to lettin the dough stack
You tell them feds I said I'm never goin back
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious
[Chorus:]
[Verse Three: Jay-Z]
The lawyer I retained you said you leakin some things
All this after a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang
Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
We sposed to c*** the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor
Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?
Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
And your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labelling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars
[Chorus:]
[Too $hort]
Shit is crazy man
All these niggaz out here snitchin
We was one step away from takin this crack money
And recyclin it through the ghettoes
And buildin back up our own hoods
Now all you niggaz start snitchin on each other
I got partners doin 15-20
Wouldn'ta been doin shit
If you didn't snitch
Beyotch!
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all good
Shut your mouth
Just watch the game
And don't snitch
It sure will do a lot for you
Believe that baby
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it
Got it goin on
We got the money
Ain't got nuthin to do with crime baby
But I'm recognizing
[Jay-Z]
You rat bastard! - Money, Cash, HoesVer letra
[X][Jay-Z:]letra de Money, Cash, Hoes
Turn the lights all the way
Turn the lights all the way down
What Uhhuh Yeah
(Uhh)
Come on
Big flow
(GGRRRRRR)
Come on yeah come on
Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick
Fuck all y'all haters blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes money cash chicks what
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death
That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us
We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us
Fuck it
Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz
Y'all can't floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture
If you get close enough you can read the scripture
It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON)
Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT)
Flavors robust platinum and gold touch
Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what
Us the villains, fuck your feelings
While yall playa hate we in the upper millions
What's the dealings (huh) it's like New York's been soft
Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings
I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealing
More money more cash more chilling
I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world
Shit I led a life you can write a book on
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Man and I tell ya it'll be the best seller
[Chorus: 2X]
[DMX:]
D-M-X and my dogs bite
Jigga my nigga rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night with this rap shit
Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen
When we clap shit
Actin like we owe em something
Then we show em something
Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something
Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood
Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food
And the only thing that's stoppin him is you
Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you
Topic include; choppin in two
Drop it to Clue and the response from the street
This was one dog that loves raw meat
But gettin back to just cause I, love my niggaz
I she'd blood, for my niggaz
Let a nigga holler where my niggaz
All I'ma hear is right here my nigga
[Chorus: 2X]
Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh
Ruff Ryders
My nigga Swizz
Uhhuh uhhuh
Don't stop biatch
Uh
Uhhuh yeah
Inspect the game yo - Nigga What, Nigga Who (Originator 99)
- Ride or DieVer letra
[X]I'm rollin with Roc-a-Fella manletra de Ride or Die
Cause they got money man, heh heh
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh uh, uh-huh, 'Hovah
Yeah, Stevie J nigga
Y'all ready? Yo, yo
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 3X]
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Aiyyo fuck y'all, niggaz I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all
Little motherfuckers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a Chrysler before, but I forgot?
The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
Much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
This nigga ready for war, well where that fool at?
I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them
Especially those that get fucked for they publishing, heh
Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get everytime I come through
Check your own videos, you'll always be number two
Niggaz talkin real greasy on them R&B records
But I'm platinum a million times nigga, check the credits
S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make yo' shit tighter
I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya
Take your little jewels and put the toast to niggaz like ya
You know what the fuck we do and why we done it
How I bring it to niggaz who, probably want it
Keep playin, you gon' find me in your lobby blunted
And I don't even smoke nigga, ain't no joke
Niggaz cat fightin with Jigga, kickin sneaky shit
Makin little tapes but keepin it secret
Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit
Now I don't know if you fuckin with Jigga
Spittin that weak shit y'all
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 2X]
Yeah, yeah
Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Jigga's the Don, bitches scream "Jigga dandy,
Dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm"
Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit and the charm
Bitch I'm tryin to tell you like Nichalous Bond
I'm a big cat, listen mami, can you dig that?
Cars, jewelry, homes, I did that
Oh's, shootouts, keys, I live that
Actresses, models, chickenheads, hit that
I get stacks and still I kick back
And run up on niggaz with the midac, where the shit at?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 2X]
Time to seperate
The platinum from the white gold, right from the door
The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw
The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick
From the cats with the numbers, the five from the six
I got cop n crash money, pop the dash money
Press the button, alluva sudden, glock in the stash money
Beef with Jigga, watch yo' ass Money
It's El Presidente, top brass money
Now I don't flash the steel, I blast for real
My motto: you only good as the last nigga you kill
I'm here to snatch this meal, nigga that's for real
If you rollin with me grab the wheel, let's ride huh?
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
[repeat 4X] - If I Should DieVer letra
[X][Jay-Z]letra de If I Should Die
Come on... Life... Death... Here... Gone... Yo
If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Get on my niggas when it's real
Say word to Shawn my niggas
If I should die [*echoes*]
Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Rocked jewels dropped school still didn't fail
Rhymes still written well hold court in the street
Never sit in the cell for a second then I'm gettin' my bail
Shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck
Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me
Everybody around us become one for that day
To live life get your shit right & play
Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that's ok
But life's short don't miss a day uhh
If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Get on my niggas when it's real
Say word to Shawn my niggas
If I should die...
[Wais]
... Don't cry my niggas
It's been one hell of a ride my niggas
Say word to Wais my niggas
When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Just keep gettin' it on my niggas
Say word is bond my niggas
I got a lot to look back on in '88
Got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on
Gettin' shorties like a thespian
Had an episode with two lesbians got a fetish for that
Drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks & pulled the root out
Squeeze my whole clip to survive shootouts
Been on both coasts fired all kinds of heat
Probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets
I got dead mens to meet and questions to fulfill
Like is that mystery God real?
And how was Kennedy killed? I ain't mad
I must've smoked a ton of reefer sipped Coronas
With Latifah broke the code of Geneva
I know when I reach the other side I'ma see the
Cat I had beef with who blood remains on my sneaker
Then it's on again if I could be born again
I live my life through my son
And tell him never have a friend
Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time
That I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid
Niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run thicker
Never she'd tears cry liquor my nigga
If I die don't cry my niggas
It's been one hell of a ride my niggas
Say word to Wais my niggas
When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Just keep bangin' these songs my niggas
Say word is bond my niggas
If I die...
[Half Dead]
... Don't cry my niggas
Just stay gettin' high my niggas
Don't wonder why my niggas
When I'm gone live on my niggas
Just follow my path my niggas
Say word to Half my nigga
I'm the aftermath of pleasure never die alone
Born to live forever through life's struggles
I cut corners & took drastic measures
See you niggas life expire right in front of me
Time could never mend what these cold streets
Mentally done to me too often I close my eyes
And see my own coffin feelin' haunted ready to leave
This world that I'm lost in my only chance
To see the seeds I lost through abortion
When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn
Keep flossin' as long as my name
Lives on what's most important
I'll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights
& I'd return on the 3rd like Christ
Without my physical portion
My spirit a poltergeist for sure
I'll be back through the heist tomorrow
Blood over y'all fake niggas door
What you thought? (huh)
What you thought? (nigga)
If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just stay gettin' high my niggas
Don't wonder why my niggas
When I'm gone live on my niggas
Just follow my path my niggas
Say word to Half my nigga
When I die... - Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)
- Hand It Down (Intro)
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