| Letras de Canciones de Jay-Z | | |
| Artista: Jay-Z |
| Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life |
| Canción: Intro - hand it down |
| | Sorry boys..
but all the money in the world couldn´t bring me back again
Lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
All those new niggaz stop there
but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well
maybe not the last
Bleek´s gonna be a good rapper
New, IMPROVED Jay-Z
I quit
I´m retirin
Ain´t enough money in THIS game, to keep me around
Sorry Big, I tried
Honest
Can´t go with me on this ride though
I´m callin the shots
The bar´s closing
Where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-a-Fella y´all
OKAY, I´M RELOADED!
"Bringin the drama"
"Tryin to come up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a couple of dollar signs to my name"
"Roc-a-Fella y´all"
"One of the best!"
"Waitin for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"
[Memphis Bleek]
Nah this ain´t Jigga it´s your lil nigga Bleek
Reportin to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all those
with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys
Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D´s
First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it
Niggaz tryin to kill me dog, who wouldn´t?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ´s
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger
You find a bitch that don´t be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that´s why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I´m tryin to come up on y´all
Get one up on y´all, that´s why I hustle in these streets
from sundown to sunup on y´all
Mama said keep bullshittin they´ll kill you dead
One week of this hustlin brought a living room set
Went to ? D´s, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan´s, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little nigga
Nosy bitch from the third floor like "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees
Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That´s my answer, life´s like cancer
And I´m serious
"Waitin for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"
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