Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What, yeah Come on Big flow 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 cant 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
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 forever CEO what what Us the villains, fuck your feelings While y'all player hate we in the upper millions Whats the dealings (huh) its 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
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 Acting like we owe em something Then we show em something Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something Fucking wit a madman in a bad mood Its like fucking wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food And the only thing that's stopping him is you Cause the only thing that he'll be dropping is you Topic include, chopping in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the street This was one dog that loves raw meat But getting back to just cause I, love my niggas I shed blood, for my niggas Let a nigga holler where my niggas All I'ma hear is right here my nigga
Roc-A-Fella shi Ruff Ryders My nigga Swizz Dont stop biatch yeah Inspect the game yo
Writer/s: Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean, Shawn C. Carter
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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