Jay-z - Run This Town Lyrics

Rihanna, Jay Z and Kanye West release this single!
Feel it comin' in the air
And the screams from everywhere
I'm addicted to the care
It's a dangerous love affair
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight...
Is who's gonna run this town tonight...

We gonna run this town
We are
Yeah I said it
We are
This is Roc Nation
Pledge your allegiance
Get y'all black tees on
All black everything
Black cards, black cars
All black everything
And our girls are blackbirds
Ridin' with they dillingers
I'd get more in depth
If you boys really real enough
This is la familia
I'll explain later
But for now let me get back to this paper
I'm a couple bands down and i'm tryin' to get back
I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah i'm talkin' five comma
Six zeros
Dot zero
Here it go...
Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas
Now we squared up
Hold up
Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don't give up now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy
Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy
Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy
(Is who's gonna run this town tonight)
Hey-hey-hey-heyyy
We are
Yeah I said it
We are
You can call me Cesar
In a dark Czar
Please follow the leader
So Eric B. we are
Microphone fiend
It's the return of the god
Peace god...
(Auh! Auh!)
And ain't nobody fresher
I'm in Mason
(Ah!)
Martin Margiela
On the tape we're screamin'
Fuck the other side, they jealous
We got a bankhead full of broads(?)
They got a table full of fellas... (?)
And they ain't spending no cake
They should throw they hand in
'Cause they ain't got no spades...
My whole team got dough
So my bankhead is lookin' like millionaire's 'fro
Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don't give up now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy
Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy
Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy
(Is who's gonna run this town tonight)
Hey-hey-hey-heyyy
It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
To everybody on your dick, no homo
I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos
Next time I'm in church, please no photos
Police escorts
Everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This a fast life
We are on a crash course
What you think I rap for
To push a fucking raft forward?
But I know that if I stay stun-ting
All these girls only gonna want one thing
I could spend my whole life good will hun-ting
Only good gon' come is as good when I'm cumm-ing
She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string
And up top, unh...
Two bee stings
And I'm beasting
Off the riesling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that you do bring
I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood wing
Reebok
Baby
You need to drop some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
What's that 'Ye?
Baby, these heels
Is that a may?
What?!
Baby, these wheels
You trippin' when you ain't sippin'
Have a refill
You feelin' like you runnin', huh?
Now you know how we feel
We gonna run this town tonight!
Wassup!

Jay-Z - Cashmere thoughts Lyrics

[Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
What it is player?
You player, it's all about you
How you gon' say that man
If I had your hand I'd turn mine in
Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off
Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealin that hoe money
You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money
Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch
this this is what you tell her

Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot
Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry
like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December
Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth
I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I
yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough
Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal
The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb
then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite
I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know
From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary
From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now
notice, the child swift like a locust
Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it
Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero
Worn da red eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly
I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin
You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet
I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice
Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
and the only time you love em is when your dick hard

Whoooh! That's cashmere baby
Nah, you know, that's just laid back man
Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z
Yeah baby
Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be
Cashmere baby
Don't get no hotter than that
Sho' you're right
Them niggaz know

Check it out, check it out
Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin
Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in
I gotta keep your tricks intact
Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man
The star player, the golden bar layer
The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right
I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night
Go tell your peeps dawg I'm lethal til it ain't right
I pimp hard on a trick, look
Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot

Jay-Z - Can't Knock The Hustle Lyrics

verse I

I'm makin sure it turns gold, when the weather folds,
just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold,
chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy,
hi-stakes, I got more at stake than philly,
shopping sprees, coppin 3, deuce fever I.S'n,
fully loaded, aahh yes,
bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like budah,
50 g's to the crap shooter, niggas cant fade me,
chrome stocks beamin, through my peripheral,
I see you schemin, stop dreamin, I'll leave ya body steamin,
niggas is fiendin, whats the meanin?,

I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine'n,
my cup's runneth, over with hundreds,
I'm one of the best niggas that done it,
6 digits and runnin, y'all niggas dont want it,
I got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco,
swear to god dont get if fucked up

chorus (Mary J. Blige)

takin out this time,
to give you a piece of my mind,
(Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle,
who do you think you are?,
wel baby one day youll be a star

verse II

last seen outta state, where I dropped my slang,
I'm deep in the south, kickin up top game,
bouncin on the highways, switchin 4 lanes,
screaming though the sunroof money aint a thing,
your worst fear confirmed, me and my fam roll tight like the firm,
gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn,
why play when fire burns?,
we get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire,
we do dirt like worms, produce g's like sperm,
till legs spread like germs,
I get extensive hoes, with expensive clothes,
and I sip fine wines, and spit vintage flows,
what y'all dont know?
cuz ya cant knock the hustle

chorus (Mary J. Blige)

runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy,
cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel),
(Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle
I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time,
to knock the hustle for real

verse III

y'all niggas lunchin, punchin the clock,
my function, is to make much and lay back munchin,
sippin remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch,
nothin to stop, un-stoppable,
scheme on the ice, I gotta hide ya crew,
I gotta, let you niggas know the time like movado,
my motto, stack rocks like colorado,
while I order champagne, kristals by the bottle,
its a damn shame, what ya not though, me,
slick like a gato (cat), fuckin jay-z,
my pops knew exactly what he did when he made me,
he tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what!,
straight bananas, can a nigga, see me,
got the U.S Open, advantage jigga,
serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a canvas,
le tigre, son youre too eager,
you aint havin it?, good, me either,
lets, get together and make this whole world believers huh,
at my arraignment, screamin,
all us blacks got is sports and entertainment,
until we even, leavin, as long as I'm breathin,
cant knock the way a nigga eatin, fuck you even, (fuck you)

chorus (Mary J. Blige)

takin out this time,
to give you a piece of my mind,
who do you think you are?,
well baby one day youll be a star

runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy,
cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel),
I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time,
to knock the hustle for real

Jay-Z - Can I live Lyrics

Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella
We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know?
Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness
Sort of a desperation
Through that desperation, we 'come addicted
Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin
But we feel we have nothin to lose
so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right
What do you bring to the table?

While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely
my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me
I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be

Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet
I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days
a brother gotta admire from four fiends away
My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine
til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie
At the time it never bothered me, at the bar
gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me
lack of respect for authority, laughin hard
Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief
I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation
for dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in
No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William
Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light
channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic
Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia
I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure
Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily
explain why we adapt to crime
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it
Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it
Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend
Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin
The INXS rental, don't be fooled my game is mental
We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into?
Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables
meet me by the one that starts a G up
This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up
And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas
Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live?
Can I live?

My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle
like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you
Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me
commit atrocities like we got immunity
You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods
Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease
we buy the whole care, as you should
My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE
on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
When it balls to steam, it comes to it
we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this
True this, history school us to spend our money foolish
Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders
I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist
Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of
gettin cream let's do this, against T-D-S
So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me
stressed right? Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all

Jay-Z - Brooklyn's Finest Lyrics

[Skit - Pain in Da Ass]

(Gun shots)
(Gun cocked)

OKAY, I'M RELOADED
You muthafuckas, think you big time
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gonna die, big time
You're gonna pay
(Gun shots)

Jigga...(Jigga), Bigga...(Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure...(how you figure)


[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay yo
Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh)
I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh)
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas
Take that witcha...

[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. hit ya, back split ya
Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related
Most hate it..

[Jay-Z]
.. can't fade it
While y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me
But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli
Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin' soft on him
What's ya name?

[Notorious B.I.G.]
.. Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet
Tryna push 700's, they ain't made them yet
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too
Niggas 'round the way call me Igloo
Stick who?

[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin out for all
(Marcy) - (that's right) - you don't stop
(Bed-Stuy)..(uh huh)..you won't stop, nigga!

[Jay-Z]
What, what, what?
Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
Brooklyn represent y'all, hit, ya fold
You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me?
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV
(Jigga) Jay-Z

[Notorious B.I.G.]
...Baby, baby!
My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious
Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches
From sixty-twos, gem stars, my mom's dishes
Gram choppin, police van dockin
D's at my doors knockin

[Jay-Z]
What? Keep rockin'
No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit
The fuck back with them pistols, blazin'
Hot like cajun
Hotter than even holdin' work at the Days Inn
With New York plates outside
Get up outta there, fuck your ride

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper
Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank Wright
Leave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right)
Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me
You're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin' me
So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place
And here's six shots just in case
(Brooklyn...Brooklyn...Brooklyn...)

[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Crown Heights...) You don't stop
(Brownsville...) You won't stop, nigga!
(Brooklyn...Brooklyn...Brooklyn...)
Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where we from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Bushwick...) You don't stop
(Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggaz!

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
For nine six, the only MC with a flu
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryna to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, China white heron
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on (CLEAR?) Gone!

[Notoriuos B.I.G.]
Me and Gutter had two spots
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin "Too Hot"
If Fay had twins, she'd probably have two-Pac's
Get it? .. Tu-pac's

[Jay-Z]
Time to separate the pros from the cons
The platinum from the bronze
That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye class don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?!
Brook-Nam, sippin on

[Notorious B.I.G.]
Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather
The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans
Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin' ya
Mad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin' ya
(Hah, what the fuck?)

[Chorus]
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(Flatbush...) You don't stop
(Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga!
(Brooklyn...Brooklyn...Brooklyn...)
Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all
(East New York...) You don't stop
(Clinton Hill...) You won't stop, nigga!
("Is Brooklyn in the house?")

Uhh, Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Superbad click, Brook-lyn's Finest, you re-wind this
Representin' BK to the fullest

Jay-Z - Bring it on Lyrics

[Sauce Money]
Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack
Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
For real; with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen
Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin
like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistols
just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella

Chorus: Fat Joe
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
(repeat x4)

[Jay-Z]
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms
in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean
Liason for days on in
Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow
like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
horizontal, get your weight up, I am
two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...

[Fat Joe] "Bring it on if you think you can hang..."

[Big Jaz]
Money is power
I'm into cheddick with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N.
So what the fuck you doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the commas
bangin bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather
Fry hotter, you die gotta
Fuck with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

Chorus

[Fat Joe] "Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..."
(repeat x5)

Jay-Z - Ain't No Lyrics

I keep you fresher than the next bitch, no need
For you to ever sweat the next bitch, with speed
I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know ya thoroughly respected, by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
Got ya own ninety-six suh-um, to ride in
Keep ya ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch ya friends, you got to watch me, the conniving shit
The first chance to crack the bank, they'll try me

All they get is fifty-cent franks, and papayas
From the village, to the telly
Time to kill it, on ya belly
No question, had more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet ya death in less than eight seconds
Still poundin' in my after life, laughin'
My shit is tight, who you askin', right

[Chorus]
Ain't no nigga like the one I got
No one can fuck you better
Sleeps around but he gives me alot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone (Haha..haha..haha..haha)
Tell them freaks to find a man of they own (Man of they own, man of they own)

Yeah, yeah
Fresh to def in Moschino
Coach bag lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrounded ya feet in Joanie Degas and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove, but love
You know these hoes be, making me weak
Ya'll know how it goes B, and so I creep
I been sinnin' since you been playin' with Barbie and Ken, and
You can't change a players game in the ninth inning
The chrome rims spinning keeps 'em grinning
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle they face like linen
I play hard un-til they say "God, he's keepin' it real, Jigga stay hard"
Naw, don't even trip, I never slip
Nigga, get a grip, what you don't see is what you get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck ya'll feel
When ya niggas play sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)

[Chorus]

Right, right, yo
Ain't no stoppin' this no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love you know these hoes be, makin' me weak
Ya'll know how it goes B, so I stay deep

[Foxy Brown]
What up boo
Just keep me laced in the illest snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tub
Mackin' this bitch, wifey nigga
So when you flip that coke 'member the days you was dead broke
But now you stylin', I raised you
Basically made you, into a don, flippin' weight, heroin and shit
You know the pussy is all that
That's why I get baguettes, five carats and all that
From Dolce Gabbana, to H. Vendell
I'm ringin' bells, so who the playa
I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor-made, so we can lay up in the shade
Reminiscin' on how I fuck the best and shit
'Specially when I'm sippin' Baileys
Don't give a fuck 'bout how you move with them other mamis
I push the Z, eatin' shrimp scampi
With rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who ya wife was
I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters
Before this rap shit when you was in leathers and bullshit Berettas
And E-class-es with Mo' in the glasses
Shows in Cali with all the flavors suede Bally's
Now all your mens-es up in ya Benz-es
High post, I swear you be killing me
Playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks
Cause you proved who was your wiz
When you was spinnin' that bitch
I tripped a little, when you was up north
Ya commissary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on a island
All them collects had me vexed, but when you come home
Knew I was comin' off with half of them checks
Now we on a rise, your diamond mami with the slanted eyes
Holdin' this brick, copped the ? and shit
Fucks no, I see half of the dough (whoa, whoa)
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollars cars

[Chorus 2x fadin' out]

[Adlibs during the chorus]
Uh, what nigga,
Foxy Brown, (uh, uh, uh, Jay-Z ya'll) Jay-Z niggas
Copped the ? and shit (That's right, whoa, whoa)
(Jay-Z, what, Fox Brown, Roc-A-Fella ya'll)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

Jay-Z - 22 Two's Lyrics

Yo, what's up everybody
This is Marie Davis, "Mad Wednesdays"
We here to have a good time
Wait a minute, I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me here that little tape of yours
And it's phat
Why don't you come up here and kick a little freestyle?
Put that champagne down
And kick a little freestyle for me tonight


Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Ya'll muthafuckas must ain't hear that Tribe Called Quest
Let's do it again

Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it ?
(Yes you can)
Well I'm gone

Check this out
Too much west coast dick lickin'
And too many niggas on a mission
Doin ya best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough muthafuckas
I got my suspicions
That you're just fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too many bitches wanna be ladies
So if you a hoe, I'ma call you a hoe
Too many bitches is shady
Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances
Too many brothas wanna be lovers
Don't know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from
Too many sexual advances
No questions, Jay-Z got too many answers
I been around this block too many times
Rock too many rhymes, clocked too many nines
Too, to all my brothers it ain't too late
To come together
Cause too much black and too much love
Equal forever
I don't follow any guidelines
Cause too many niggas ride mines
So I change styles every two rhymes

What the fuck
That's twenty-two twos (too, to) for ya'll muthafuckas out there
Naw, mean
Shall I continue?
Check it out, what?

Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it ?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it ?
(Yes you can)
Well I'm gone...

Yo, yo, yo
Copped to reach my quota
Push rock, roll up smooth-like on ya
Whole groove like hold up
Swole up...too many faggot niggas
Clockin my spendin', exercisin' your
Gay-like minds like Richard Simmons
If you can catch Jay right on a late night
Without the eight right
Maybe you can test my weight, right?
I dip, spit quicker than you ever seen
Adminster pain, next to ministers screaming ya name
At your wake as I peak in
Look in ya casket, feelin' sarcastic,
"Look at 'em, still sleepin' "
Ya never ready, forever petty
Minds stay petty, mines thinking longevity until I'm seventy
Livin' heavily, FUCK Felony after Felony
What nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gone tell me
Ooooooooooh

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a phat track (aiight)
Now this is comin' out on your new album
On Roc-A-Fella Records in '96? (no doubt, no doubt)
Well, it is definitely the bomb
But you know, I do wanna say something to you
I know you been having a lotta problems with the law
But I know you innocent
And I'm behind you one hundred percent
Mad Wednesdays, Rudy King, DJ Ace
Dame Dash, Roc-A-Fella Records (my man Clark Kent)
We all behind you
You can come back anytime
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Ace, turn that music down
I smell some reefer
Now you see, that's why our people don't have anything
Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly
(SHUT THE FUCK UP!)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who told me shut the 'f' up, who told me to shut the 'f' up
Get him outta here
I am not gonna continue this show until you throw him out
Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech
Thank you, he's outta here now, now like I was sayin'
We gotta build our own businesses;
We gotta get our own record companies goin'
Like Roc-A-Fella Records...

Jay-Z - Empire State Of Mind Lyrics

[**feat. Alicia Keys:]

[Jay-Z:]
Yeah,
Yeah, I'mma up at Brooklyn,
Now I'm down in Tribeca,
Right next to DeNiro,
But I’ll be hood forever,
I’m the new Sinatra,
And since I made it here,
I can make it anywhere,
Yeah they love me everywhere,
I used to cop in Harlem,
All of my dominicanos
Right there up on broadway,
Brought me back to that McDonalds,

Took it to my stash spot,
5-60 State street,
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping Pastry,
Cruising down 8th street,
Off white lexus,
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas,
Me I’m up at Bed Stuy,
Home of that boy Biggie,
Now I live on billboard,
And I brought my boys with me,
Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Mai-tai
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives,
N-gga I be Spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from…

[Alicia Keys:]
In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York

[Jay-Z:]
I made you hot n-gga,
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,
Shit I made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can,
You should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho,
But I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though,
Welcome to the melting pot,
Corners where we selling rocks,
Afrika bambaataa shit,
Home of the hip hop,
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back,
For foreigners it aint fitted they forgot how to act,
8 million stories out there and their naked,

Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it,
Me I gotta plug Special Ed and I got it made,
If Jeezy’s payin LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade,
3 dice cee-lo
3 card Monte,
Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade,
Long live the king yo,
I’m from the empire state thats…

[Repeat Chorus:]

Welcome to the bright light..

[Jay-Z:]
Lights is blinding,
Girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick,
The side lines is blind with casualties,
Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse,
Don’t bite the apple Eve,
Caught up in the in crowd,
Now your in-style,
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out,
The city of sin is a pity on a whim,
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them,
Mami took a bus trip and now she got her bust out,
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route,
Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin,
And Jesus can’t save you life starts when the church ends,

Came here for school, graduated to the high life,
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight,
MDMA got you feeling like a champion,
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Alicia Keys:]
One hand in the air for the big city,
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
No place in the World that can compare,
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh
Come on, come,
Yeah,

[Repeat Chorus:]