Intro:
"Are you not entertained!!! Are you not entertained!!!!"
"Is this not why you are here?"
Jay-Z:
Uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh!
Turn the music up, turn me down
Guru, let's go get 'em again, this time it's for the money n***a
Brooklyn, stand up!!!!
Verse 1:
Never been a n***a this good for this long
This hood or this pop this hot or this strong
With so many different flows this one for this song
The next one I switch up, this one would get bit up
You f**ks, too lazy to make up s**t they crazy
They don't, paint pictures they just, trace me
You know what, soon they forget where they plug they whole style
From they try to reserve the outcome I'm like, huh
I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
I sell you a big verse I'm only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thoro, plus I know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and things you sing about bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth
I'm in, new sneakers, duel seaters, few divas
What more can I tell you, let me tell it for you
W-I- double L-I-E nobody truer than H-O-V
And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
Priminister back to finish my business up
Chorus: ? (Jay-Z)
What more can I say, what more can I do!!!
I give this up to you, I know this much is true!!!
(My life) Look at, my life
(Jay-Z: What more can I say to you?!)
See what, I see (Jay-Z: You heard it all!)
Verse 2: Jay-Z
You already know what I'm about flyin birds down south
Movin wet off the step purple rain in the drought
Stuntin on hold, brushin off my shirt
But ain't nothin on my clothes except my chain
My name Young H-O picks the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid fo', friends they roll, private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Cris caseloads I don't give a s**t
N***a one life to live, I can't let a day go
By without me bein fly fresh to death
Head to toe till the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus
Give me a criss pair of jeans n***a button up
S dots on my feet make my cipher complete
What more can I say Guru play the beat
Chorus: ? (Jay-Z)
(Look at my life) Look at, my life
(Jay-Z: We 'gon let this ride into the hook, I'm a snap my finger on this one)
See what, I see
(Jay-Z: What more can I say to you, get my grown man on, let's go!!!)
Verse 3: Jay-Z (?)
(What more can I say!)
Now you know your a** is willie when they got you in the mag
For like half a billy, and your a** ain't lilly
White that mean that s**t you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly, it's both
I don't mean to boast but damn if I don't brag
Them crackers 'gon act like I ain't on they a**
The Martha Stewart that's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it in fact I'm just previewin it
This ain't the show I'm just EQuin it
One two when I won't stop abusin it
To groupie girls stop false acusin it
Back to the music the made back roof is translucent
N****s got a problem Houston
Huh, what up B they can't shut up me
Shut down I not even P.E. I'm a ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
So picture me lettin these clowns nit pick at me
Paint me like a pickney
I would literally kiss TT in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you fo' head
I'm not the one to score points off
In fact, I got a joint to knock your points off
Young, Hova the God n***a blast for me
I'm at the Trump International ask for me
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there
N***a why would I ever care?
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excludin nobody, look what I embodied
The soul of a hustler I really ran the street
A C.E.O.'s mind that marketin plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up s**t in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated like say I'm Busta Rhymes
But the real s**t you get when you bust down my lines
And that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culture
I suppose to be number one on everybody list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist.....F**k this man!!!
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