#JAY Z TAKEOVER CODE#
Get the embed code Jay-Z - The Blueprint Album Lyrics1.All I Need2.Blueprint (Momma Loves Me)3.Blueprint (Momma Loves Me) / Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise) / Girls, Girls, Girls (remix)4.Breathe Easy (Lyrical Exercise)5.Girls Girls Girls6.Girls, Girls, Girls7.Girls, Girls, Girls (Part 2)8.Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix)9.Girls, Girls, Girls, Pt. You only get half a bar, fuck y'all niggaz You can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busyĪnd all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jewels You are not deep, you made your bed now sleepĭon't make me expose to them folks that don't know you I will end it, all that yappin' be finished I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks I don't know why your advisers ain't forewarn you Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throneĭo not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown 'Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who You niggaz gon' learn to respect the kingĭon't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screenīecause you know who, did you know what? With you know whoīut just keep that between me and you for nowĪ wise man told me don't argue with fools Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge? That's a one hot album every ten year averageĪnd that's so lame, nigga switch up your flow That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due Use your brain, you said you been in this tenįour albums in ten years nigga? I could divide I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing You made it a hot line, I made it a hot songĪnd you ain't get a corn nigga you was gettin' fucked then So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin' it wrong Then I heard your album bout your tec on your dresser I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor You scribbled in your notepad and created your life Nigga, you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' songīut I know, the sun don't shine, then son don't shineĬareer come to an end, there's only so long fake thugs can pretend To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours
Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbageįell from top ten to not mentioned at all Youse the fag model for Karl Kani-Esco ads Seventy shots to your brain, nigga, you are lame I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole 'Cause nobody could read you dudes like we doĭon't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes Well, we don't believe you, you need more people Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switch your demeanor You was a ballerina, I got your pictures I seen ya When I was pushin' weight, back in eighty-eight You little fuck, I've got money stacks bigger than you I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit So you won't confuse it with just rap music Uh, we kill you motherfuckin' ants with a sledgehammerĭon't let me do it to you dunny 'cause I overdo it We bring knife to fistfight, kill your drama Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy This is grown man B.I., get you rolled in the triageīeatch, your reach ain't long enough, dunny You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win? Your chest in the line of fire with ya thin ass vest It's like bringin' a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test
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