[Intro: Jay-Z]
Roc-A-Fella Records, the imperial Skateboard P
Great Hova! Y'all already know what it is! Oh s***! Come on!
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yeah! So what if you flip a couple words I can triple that in birds
Open your mind you see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling Brothers Barnum & Bailey with the pies
No matter how you slice it I'm your motherf***in guy
And just like a b-boy with three-sixty waves
Do the same with the pot, still come back beige
Whether right or southpaw, whether powder or jar
Whip it around, it still comes back hard
So easily do I W-H-I-P
My repetition with wrists is to bring your kilo business
I got Creole, Seoul b****es, for my n****s
Who slipped became prisoners, treats taped to the visitors
You already know what the business is
My necessary commissary boy we live this s***
N****s wanna bring the eighties back
That's okay with me that's where they made me at
Except for I don't write on a wall
I write my name in the history books hustlin in the halls
Nah I don't spin on my head
I spin my work in the pot so I can spend my bread
[Chorus: Jay-Z] [Pharrell]
And I'm gettin it, I'm gettin it
I ain't talkin about it, I'm livin it
I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it
Get-get-g-g-get-g-get get it boy
[Pharrell] (Jay-Z):
Don't waste your time, fighting the light
Stay your course, and you'll understand (Get it boy!)
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Eighty seven state of mind that I'm in
In my prime so for that time I'm Rakim
If it wasn't for the crime that I was in
But I wouldn't be the guy who rhymes it is that I'm in
No pain no profit
P, I repeat if you show me where the pot is
Cherry M3's with the top back
Red and green G's all on my hat
North Beach leathers, matchin 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 makin me to a monster
Blame Oliver North when I ran contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhymin stuff we was in concert
[Chorus: Jay-Z] [Pharrell]
And I'm gettin it, I'm gettin it
I ain't talkin about it, I'm livin it
I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it
Get-get-g-g-get-g-get get it boy
[Pharrell] (Jay-Z):
Don't waste your time, fighting the light
Stay your course, and you'll understand (Get it boy!)
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Push, Money over broads you got it? F*** Bush
Chef, guess what I cooked?
Baked alot of bread and kept it off the books
Rockstar... Look
Way before DeBarge my picture was gettin took
Feds, they like wack rappers
Try as they may they couldn't get me on the hook
D.A. wanna reindict me
Cause fishscale's in my veins like a Pisces
The Pyrex pot, roll up my sleeves
Turn one in to two like a siamese
Twin when it end I'm a stand as a man
Never dyin or admirin these last of a dyin breed
So let the champagne pop
I partied for a while now I'm back to the block
[Chorus: Jay-Z] [Pharrell]
And I'm gettin it, I'm gettin it
I ain't talkin about it, I'm livin it
I'm gettin' it, straight gettin' it
Get-get-g-g-get-g-get get it boy
[Pharrell] (Jay-Z):
Don't waste your time, fighting the light
Stay your course, and you'll understand (Get it boy!)
[Excerpt of Denzel Washingston from the movie "American Gangster"]
Blue magic, that's a brand name, like Pepsi that's a brand name
I stand behind it I guarantee it
They know that even if they don't know me anymore than they know the-the-the
Chairman of General Mills... My man...
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