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Yeah, yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, 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, Hola my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 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 out at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me
Say "what up?" to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I am most definitely from
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of (Ayy, uh, yeah, yeah)
There's nothing you can't do (Yeah, okay)
Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha)
These streets will make you feel brand new (New)
Big lights will inspire you (Come on)
Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG)
New York, New York (I made you hot, nigga)
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankees 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 though
But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock
Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop
Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back
For foreigners that ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me?, I gotta plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade
Three dice, Cee-lo, three-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 that's
In New York (Yeah), concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (That boy good, okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby) These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New York
New York, New York
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick the side lines is
Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse
Don't bite the apple, Eve!
Caught up in the in-crowd now you're in-style
Into 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 city's filled with them
Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her just like a bus route
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're 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 an Ambien
In New York (Ayy, ow, uh, yeah), concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (Okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New York
New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
Yeah, yeah (Come on, come on)
Yeah, yeah (Come on)
In New York (Uh, yeah, oh), concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (Okay)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (Okay)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
You have my heart
And we'll never be worlds apart
Maybe in magazines
But you'll still be my star
Baby, 'cause in the dark
You can't see shiny cars
And that's when you need me there
With you, I'll always share
Because
When the sun shine, we shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath, I'mma stick it out to the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)
These fancy things
Will never come in between
You're part of my entity
Here for infinity
When the war has took its part
When the world has dealt its cards
If the hand is hard
Together we'll mend your heart
Because
When the sunshine, we shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath, I'mma stick it out to the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)
You can run into my arms
It's okay; don't be alarmed
Come into me
There's no distance in between our love
So go on and let the rain pour
I'll be all you need and moooore
Because
When the sun shine, we shine together
Told you I'll be here forever
Said I'll always be your friend
Took an oath, I'mma stick it out to the end
Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)
It's rainin', rainin'
Ooh, baby, it's raining, raining
Baby, come here to me
Come into me
It's raining, raining
Ooh, baby, it's raining, raining
You can always come into me
Come into me
It's pourin' rain
It's pourin' rain
Come here to me
Come into me
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
A y' ready?
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
Get em Jay
Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God damn your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
What the hell are you waiting for
Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb
Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
I've become so numb
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
One last time I need y'all to roar
Feel it comin' in the air (yeah)
Hear the screams from everywhere (yeah)
I'm addicted to the thrill (I'm ready)
It's a dangerous love affair (what's up? C'mon)
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now (what's up?)
Only thing that's on my mind (what's up?)
Is who gon' run this town tonight (uh, what's up? Uh)
Is who gon' run this town tonight (yeah, what's up? Yeah)
We gon' run this town
We are, yeah, I said it, we are
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Get your fatigues on, all black everything
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
And our girls are blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers
I 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 Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah, I'm talkin' five comma, six zeros, dot zeros, here Doug
Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas, now we squared up
Hold up
Life's a game, but it's not fair (yeah)
I break the rules, so I don't care (uh-huh)
So I keep doin' my own thing
Walkin' tall against the rain (what's up?)
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don't give up now (what's up?)
Only thing that's on my mind (what's up?)
Is who gon' run this town tonight (uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (what's up?)
Is who gon' run this town tonight
We are, yeah, I said it, we are
You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar
Please follow the leader, so Eric B. we are
Microphone fiend, this the return of the god
Peace, God (ah, ah) it ain't no nobody fresher
I'm in Maison (uh), Martin Margiela
On the table, screamin', "Fuck the other side! They jealous!"
We got a banquette full of broads, they got a table full of fellas (eww)
And they ain't spendin' no cake
They should throw they hand in 'cause they ain't got no spades (eww)
My whole team got dough
So my banquette is lookin' like Millionaires' Row (eww)
Life's a game, but it's not fair
I break the rules, so I don't care (what's up?)
So I keep doin' my own thing (uh, uh)
Walkin' tall against the rain (g-yeah, g-yeah)
Victory's within the mile (what's up?)
Almost there, don't give up now (a thing that's, my mind, who?)
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who gon' run this town tonight (uh, what's up?)
Hey, hey, hey, hey (yeah, yeah, yeah, what's up? Ay)
Is who gon' run this town tonight (hey)
It's crazy how you can go from bein' Joe Blow
To everybody on yo' 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 the fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think I rap for? To push a fuckin' Rav 4?
But I know that if I stay stunting
All these girls only gon' want one thing
I can spend my whole life goodwill hunting
Only good gon' come is this good when I'm cumming
She got a ass that'll swallow up a G-string
And up top, ugh, 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 your dude bring
I'm just tryin' change the color on your mood ring
Reebok, baby, you need to try 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
What's up?
Hey, hey, hey, hey (yeah, yeah)
What's up?
Hey, hey, hey
We gon' run this town tonight
What's up?
Uhh uhh uhh.
You ready B? Let's go get 'em.
Look for me! Young, B
Cruisin down the westside - high, way
Doing what we like to do - our, way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
All of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's true to the heart
She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during Sex and the City
She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B
Holla
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin
With the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin
Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin
It won't be that; oh no it won't be that
I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid
I keep you workin at Hermes, Burkin bag,
Manolo Blahnik Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Hercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
So don't let the necessary occur, yep!
(Talk to 'em B)
If I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if that somebody was me
Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em B)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one
I've got the Rap Patrol on the - patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say, "He's Money, Cash -"
I'm from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your Zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough
I'm like, "- critics, you can kiss my whole -
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast-forward"
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a sh-, so
Rap mags try and use my black -
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, -, I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me!
99 problems, but a b- ain't one
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me!
The year is '94, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the mother- law
Got two choices, y'all, pull over the car or (mm)
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I pull over to the side of the road
I heard, "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
"'Cause I'm young, and I'm black and my hat's real low?
Do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know
Am I under arrest, or should I guess some more?"
"Well, you was doing 55 in a 54 (uh-uh)
License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are"
"I ain't steppin' out of sh-, all my paper's legit"
"Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?"
"Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that"
"Aren't you sharp as a tack?
You some type of lawyer or something?
Somebody important or something?"
"I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my sh-"
"We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"
I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me!
99 problems, but a b- ain't one
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me (ah, ah)
99 problems, but a b- ain't one
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me!
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A n- like myself had to strong-arm a h-
This is not a h- in the sense of havin' a p-
But a p- havin' no god- sense, try and push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin'
And he and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' 'em
D.A. try to give a n- shaft again
Half a mil' for bail 'cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassin' them
Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my g-
I got 99 problems, bein' a b- ain't one, hit me!
99 problems, but a b- ain't one
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me!
99 problems, but a b- ain't one
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a b- ain't one, hit me! (Whoo! Whoo!)
Havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, and a b- ain't one
You crazy for this one, Rick
It's your boy
I ordered a frappuccino
Where's my fuckin' frappuccino?
Alright, let's do this
When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you've always wanted to see
When I pretend, I can't forget about the criminal I am
Stealin' second after second just 'cause I know I can
But I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay
I'm just trying to bend the truth
I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be
So I'm lying my way from
If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things that go with the Porsche
Feelin' no remorse, feelin' like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga grip'n my balls
All the ladies, they love me, from the bleachers they screamin'
All the ballers is bouncin', they like the way I be leanin'
All the rappers be hatin', off the track that I'm makin'
But all the hustlers, they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom to bottom, to the top of the pops
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a runnin' back, get it, man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back, nigga, 'cause I'm straight with the Roc
If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy, baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulder
Your homie Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryna get me a Rover
Tryna stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yes sir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like 52 cards, when I'm, I'm through dealin'
Now, 52 bars come out, now, you feelin' 'em
Now, 52 cars roll out, remove ceilin'
In case 52 broads come out, now, you chillin'
With a boss, bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen
Paid a grip for the jeans, plus, the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real, chill
Yeah, I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be
Remember listenin' to all of that and this again
So I pretended up a person who was fittin' in
And now you think this person really is me
And I'm trying to bend the truth
But the more I push, the more I'm pullin' away
'Cause I'm lying my way from you
No, no turnin' back, now
(I wanna be pushed aside, so let me go)
No, no turnin' back, now
(Let me take back my life, I'd rather be all alone)
No turnin' back, now
(Anywhere on my own, 'cause I can see)
No, no turnin' back, now
(The very worst part of you, the very worst part of you is me)
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought
That what I said would have you runnin' from me like this
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought
That what I said would have you runnin' from me like this
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought
That what I said would have you runnin' from me like this
This isn't what I wanted to be, I never thought
That what I said would have you runnin' from me like this
(You) no turnin' back, now
(I wanna be pushed aside, so let me go)
No, no turnin' back, now
(Let me take back my life, I'd rather be all alone)
No turnin' back, now
(Anywhere on my own, 'cause I can see)
No, no turnin' back, now
(The very worst part of you, the very worst part of you is me)
Biatch!
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Talk that talk to me, yeah
I be tryna chill, bitches wanna fuck me
Every little city I go, "Fuck me"
Shawty must've heard, got the word, I move that D
Had it by her bladder, she like, "Oh, I gotta pee" (hahaha)
Ran into a Rothko in my restroom
Singer slash actress in my bedroom
Gotta have a ticket for a walk through
Everything I do is big (who y'all talkin to?)
I talk big money, I talk big homes
I sell out arenas, I call that getting dome
Million dollar voice, came through phone
We heading to the top, if you coming, come on
I'm flying out to Pisa, just to get some pizza
Fly down to Jamaica, just to roll some reefer
Sex on the beach, left love speechless
They say that money talk, tell these other niggas speak up
What's up?
One and two and a three and four
Come on, let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get it right
Boy, talk that talk to me all night
Yeah, boy, I like it, yeah, boy, I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah
Yeah, that talk to me, yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah
Say what you want, say what you like
Say you want me to do and I got you
Tell me how to love you, tell me how to hold you
I'ma get it right on the first try for you
'Cause you ain't never had a woman like me
And you will never have another like me
No, so I'ma give it to you, baby
One and two and a three and four
Come on, let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get it right
Boy, talk that talk to me all night
Yeah, boy, I like it, yeah, boy, I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah
Yeah, that talk to me, yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah
What you saying now, give it to me, baby
I want it all night, give it to me, baby
What you saying now, give it to me, baby
Give it to me, baby, g-g-give it to me, baby
What you saying now, give it to me, baby
I want it all night, give it to me, baby
What you saying now, give it to me, baby
Give it to me, baby, g-g-give it to me, baby
One and two and a three and four (yeah)
Come on, let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get it right
Boy, talk that talk to me all night
Yeah, boy, I like it, yeah, boy, I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah
Yeah, that talk to me, yeah (oh, yeah)
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Talk, talk that talk to me, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Talk, talk that talk to me, yeah
What of the dollar you murdered for?
Is that the one fighting for your soul?
Or your brother's the one that you're running from?
But if you got money, fuck it, 'cause I want some
B-I-G
Oh, God, whoa
Okay, ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the-
They want the-, they want the (B-I-G, oh God) (go)
I tell a bad bitch, "Do whatever I say" (yup)
My block behind me, like I'm coming out the driveway (swerve)
It's grind day, from Friday to next Friday (whoa)
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (spa day)
Yup, she try and gimme that poon-tang
I might let my crew bang, my crew deeper than Wu-Tang (whoa)
I'm rollin' with, ha, fuck I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz? Skrrt! I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wayne
But I'm the fuckin' villain, man, they kneelin' when I'm walking in the buildin'
Freaky women, I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'
What a feelin', ah man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see for the dough
Okay, ain't nobody fuckin' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique (oh God)
Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the-
They want the-, they want the-
(Click-clack, stick 'em up)
Yeah, I'm talkin' Ye (clique), yeah, I'm talkin' Rih' (clique)
Yeah, I'm talkin' B (clique), nigga, I'm talkin' me
Yeah, I'm talkin' bossy, I ain't talkin' Kelis
Your money too short, you can't be talkin' to me
Yeah, I'm talkin' LeBron, we ball in our family tree
GOOD Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothin' fuckin' with we
Me, turn that 62 to 125, 125 to a 250
250 to a half a mill', ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
Now, who with me? Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
Translation, I'm the shit, 'least that what my neck say
'Least that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
Nigga down for like 12 years, ain't hug his son since the second grade
Uh, he never told, who he gon' tell? We top of the totem pole
It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green, it only means one thing
You ain't fuckin' with the clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my motherfuckin' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the-
They want the-, they want the-
Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the un-American idols
What niggas did in Paris, got 'em hangin' off the Eiffel
Yeah, I'm talkin' business, we talkin' CIA
I'm talkin' George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know, white people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe they get money, buy a business
I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ign'ant
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment, we livin' no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination, MTV Cribs
Now I'm lookin' at a crib right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse
He wasn't really drunk, he just had a frew brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew's presence
Speedboat swerve, homie, watch out for the waves
I'm way too black to burn from sunrays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas, they screamin' like, "He's Elvis"
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
Shit is real, got me feelin' Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, or Gisele, no, that's Brazilian
Went through deep depression when my mama passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is that?
But I been talkin' to God for so long
That if you look at my life I guess He talkin' back
Fuckin' with my clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my mothe'fuckin' clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the-
They want the-, they want the-
Go
Jigga what, Jigga who?
Jigga what, Jigga who?
Jigga what?
You gon' leave the vocal in, right?
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit 'em up, numerous shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to po-po's, smoke 'em like coco
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck that on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshit, Glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin' shocked when the fool hit
Hey ma, how you know niggas wanna buy you
But see me I wanna fuck for free like Akinyele
Take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly
If it's tight, get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, 'til you say, "Jay-Z, you're too much for me"
I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints, but I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars
I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel
And it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you to just believe this is real
So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got
Got a condo with nothin' but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin' a TEC, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggas hatin' and shit 'cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin' raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoes, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, 'cause Your Majesty
Just happened to be a pimp, what a tragedy
She want us to end 'cause I fucked her friends
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in
I said, "Shit, there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"
I am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident
'Cause you don't understand I do what I can, but sometimes I don't make sense
I am what you never wanna say but I've never had a doubt
It's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you for once, just to hear me out
So I let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not
And I'll be here 'cause you're all that I got
I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored
No!
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now!
Hear me out now
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now!
I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored
I can't feel the way I did before
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored
I can't feel
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored
Time won't heal
Don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored
Mimian to but the tiri bachin akilar,
Baleri ke muki ale bachin akilaaaaar,
Mimian to but the tiri bachin akilar,
Baleri ke muki ale bachin akilar,
I'll retari nakesiri ona tar, (Aoouuuuuh!)
The Mundian to bach ke Rahi,
With the Hurle, hurle, hurle murd Bilar,
The Mundian to bach ke Rahi
With the Hurle, Hurle, Hurle murd Bilar,
The Mundian to bach keee Rahiiiiiiiiii-ahhh!
(Hua!)
Eraki kisure gemme silli etha Hoker-e,
Siki eth adama sillin millin etha hoker-eee,
Eraki kisure gemme silli etha Hoker-e,
Siki eth adama sillin millin etha hoker-eeeee,
Tami ke Rakimi itoml-mi putai,
Tami ke Rakimi itoml-mi putai,
U'll the muri gemmi onli albahar, (Aoouuuuuh!)
The Mundian to bach ke Rahi,
With the Hurle, hurle, hurle murd Bilar,
The Mundian to bach ke Rahi
With the Hurle, Hurle, Hurle murd Bilar,
The Mundian to bach keee Rahiiiiiiiiii-ahhh!
Garib beat to wan mi pea urub da tha marda
Pot della alla ina Hurlara miss tha hardaaa,
Garib beat to wan mi pea urub da tha marda
Pot della alla ina Hurlara miss tha hardaaa,
On Ai go the Hindi you konimi kanithor,
On Ai go the Hindi you konimi kanithor,
I'll gerent the ersoni koinar, (Aoouuuuuh!)
The Mundian to bach ke Rahi,
With the Hurle, hurle, hurle murd Bilar,
The Mundian to bach ke Rahi
With the Hurle, Hurle, Hurle murd Bilar,
The Mundian to bach keee Rahiiiiiiiiii-ahhh!
(Hua!)
Mundian To Bullop eneri ab tha Harria,
Tell mi if Ai Canabi eneri abi sharia,
Mundian To Bullop eneri ab tha Harria,
Tell mi if Ai Canabi eneri abi sharia,
Then you up tha heuabe erubi ab di wanna,
Then you up tha heuabe erubi ab di wanna,
In tha Sackin and tha Hussin ant tha wa, (Aoouuuuuh!)
The Mundian to bach ke Rahi,
With the Hurle, hurle, hurle murd Bilar,
The Mundian to bach ke Rahi
With the Hurle, Hurle, Hurle murd Bilar,
The Mundian to bach keee Rahiiiiiiiiii-ahhh!
*Scratching*
(For up High)
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in the sandpit, Life is a short trip
The music's for the sad man
Forever young, I want to be forever young, do you really want to live forever, forever and ever? Forever young, I want to be forever young, do you really want to live forever, forever, forever
