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Текст песни:

[Verse One]

Momma I made it
Ya′ll know how I do when the Doc do it
I fly thru it
That′s how I operated
Momma I made it
Ghetto like the grease when you getting your hair braided
Sweeter than your sister Kool Aid is
Hooray is the underdog
Now my feet under desk
It′s the presidential favorite
Can′t believe I got away with my earlier stages
Being on stages
Having my way with
Congratulations
Ya baby boy′s a made man
I′m a hold the fam down at least 3 generations
I′m talking when spaceships are around
And ya great, great grands
Reminiscing about foundation you gave ′em
For repairing my relationship with my pops before he passed
All I ask is you raise your glass for this celebration
Toast to the most beautiful girl in the world
My inspiration, thanks for your information

[Chorus]

Momma I made it [2x]

[Verse Two]

I′m in BK where
It ain′t everyday that you make it out
To be on top of yachts waving
I remember you saving for the light bill
Paid the rent with a light bill
Now my crib dark as a basement
And you′d lock up the when you wasn′t home
We was communicating like the money you made wasn′t basic
Our cable was basic
No HBO, no WHT
Just Ralph McDaniels on the station
I aggravated you for Atari and Coleco Vision
Pinstripe Lee′s when the first day day of school came
I was OK with not having everything as long as Saturdays
You had the Commodores playing
The expression on your face was priceless
It′s still with me till this day
Baby girl I won′t erase it
I go to my grave with the memory of the sacrifice you made
You deserve a standing ovation
Momma I made it

[Chorus 3x]

[Verse Three]

Now your lil misfit makes sure every day is Christmas
Write down your wish list
Sixes, wrist is glistening
You don′t even like jewels
But you can missing anywhere you like to
Where the water′s light tube
Anything you order, sign it to your nice room
Leave an extra tip Ma
Be extra nice to ′em
CEO Carter Foundation
Wow I know pop′s looking down
I know Colleek somewhere up in the clouds
Like go get ′em Grandma, make me proud
Didn′t have a man in the house so you made one
So I act like ya husband and I′m only ya son
I told you one day I′ll get you a home
But I didn′t know it would possibly be in Rome
She told me don′t wait on nobody
Get your own, so with me myself & my microphone I made it

Momma I made it....

Momma I made it....

[Music slowly fades out]

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

And the winner is Hov...my man? SPEECH!

First of all I wan′ thank my connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher whoever made the stash
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling I′m feeling life
Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly you, the customer

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Kanye West)]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I′m feeling life
You don′t even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
(We in the house, hou-, hou-)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I′m chilling, I′m killing this ice
You don′t even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
(We in the house, hou-, hou-)
(We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY)

Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don′t know the feeling when them things get across
Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
Drop got no top, you on the top floor
Pink Rosay, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling yay
Niggas got less steps then Britney
That means it ain′t stepped on, dig me?

[Chorus (with overlapping 3rd verse towards end)]

Red Porsches, rare portraits
Red glocks if you dare come near t

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

[Verse One]

Pops sped off
Left Mom with a bundle of
Joy ya boy
Smack dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision
But he would soon become a mogul
But first he brought that crack back like a yo-yo
Don′t play with my yo-yo
Loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hating on me
It′s all good
I′m buying things like my sh*t don′t stink
Gucci links and Gucci gooses
Watching too many movies
Bulletproof this
Had some nerve
Like pulling tooths
When you sixteen, coming through roofless
Yeah ya boy ruthless
Like Ice Cube was
Turn the whole city on
I′m the new plug
So if this is your first time hearing this
You are about to experience someone so cold
A journey seldom seen
The American dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe
They call me HOV

[Chorus]

They gunning for me
Wanna see me fall
You know my story
I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying
But I ain′t crying
What didn′t kill me
Made me strong as iron
I am
I am
Oh my God, HOV

[Verse Two]

Now I′m knee-deep in the concrete
Like the streets made of quicksand beyond deep
I got a chemical romance, two left feet
So now I dance with the devil, please GOD
Save me from the black parade, release me
My life like Grand Theft Auto PSP
I′m in the Volvo puffing on the la la
Ducking from the po-po
Every time I drive by
Say hi to the bad guy
All my momma friends is like hmm hmm hmm
Would you just look at him
So sorry dear momma for your embarrassment
Give me a couple years I pray I never sin
Got all these rival dealers trying to do me in
And all these little rappers don′t know how prepared for them I am. I am.
I′m feeling like the world′s against me Lord
Call me crazy but I love them odds

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Now these baby ballers toy rappers
Calling out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shooting air balls at the basket
What you call money I paid more in taxes
I got crowned came down in Africa
Down in Nigeria do you have any idea
Sold out shows in Seoul Korea
Jo-berg, Dublin, Tanzania
Lunch with Mandela, dinner with Cavalli
Still got time to give water out to everybody
Everybody fall back
Y′all rapping I′m reenacting
CNN you see it′s accurate
ESPN see me in action
Monday nights when the half ends
When you ten years in holla back then

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

[Intro - Rihanna]
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

[Verse 1 - Jay-Z]
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

[Chorus - Rihanna]
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
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey
(Is who′s gonna run this town tonight)
Hey-hey-hey-hey

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
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

[Chorus - Rihanna]
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
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey
(Is who′s gonna run this town tonight)
Hey-hey-hey-hey

[Verse 3 - Kanye West]
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 hunting
Only good gon′ come is as good when I′m cumming
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 ring
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

[Outro - Rihanna]
We gonna run this town tonight!

[Outro - Jay-Z]
Wassup!

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Swizz Beats - Chorus]
I got a million ways to get it
Choose one (choose one)
Hey, bring it back (bring it back)
Now double your money and make a stack

I’m on to the next one
On to the next one
On to the next one
On to the next one
On to the next one
On to the next one
On to the next one

Hold up, freeze

Somebody bring me back some money please,

[Jay-Z]
Hov on that new shit n-ggas like how come
N-ggas want my old sh-t, buy my old album
N-ggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it moving
N-ggas make the same sh-t, me I make the blueprint

Came in Range, hopped out the Lexus
every year since i’ve bin on that next sh-t
traded in the gold for the platinum rolex’s
Now a n-gga wrist match the status of my records

Used to rock a throwback, ballin on the corner
Now I rock a teller suit looking like a owner
No I′m not a Jonus brother I’m a grown up
No I’m not a virgin I use my cahonas

I move forward the only direction
cant be scared to fail Search and perfection
Gotta keep it fresh even when we sexing
but don’t be mad at him when he’s on to the next one

Freeze

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
F-ck a throwback jersey cos we on to the next one,
and f-ck that autotune cos we oohhhhn,
and n-ggas don’t be mad cos it’s all about progression,
loiterers should be arrested, I used to drink Kristal,
muthaf-ckers racist, so I switched Gold Bottles on to that spade sh-t,
you gon have another drink or you just gon babysit,
on to the next one, somebody call da waitress,
Baby i’m a boss, i dunno what they do,
I don’t get dropped, I dropped the label,
World can’t hold me, too much ambition,
always knew it’d be like this when I was in the kitchen,
n-ggas in the same spots, me I’m dodging rain drops,
meaning i’m on vacay, chillin on a big yacht,
yeah i go ton flip flops, white louie boat shoes,
you should grow the f-ck up,
come here let me coach you,
Hold up,

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Uh, Big pimpin in the house now,
bought the land, tore the muthaf-cking house down,
bought the car, tore the muthaf-cking roof off,
ride clean, i don’t ever take the shoes off,
bought the jeep, tore the muthaf-cking doors off,
foot out dat b-tch about to sh-t like a skateboard,
navigation on tryin to find my next thrill,
feelin myself i don’t even need an x pill,
can’t chill but my neck will,
haters really gon be mad off my next deal,
uh, i dont know hwy they really worry bout my pockets,
meanwhile i had Oprah chillin in the projects,
had her out in Bed Stuy chillin on the steps,
drinking quarter waters gotta be the best,
MJ at summerjam, Obama on the text,
y’all should be afraid of what I’m gonna do next.
Hold up,

[Chorus]

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

(feat. Pharrell)

[Pharrell]
Yeah 3 in the morning on the Westside highway, top down baby,
F-ck y’all
The motivation for me was them telling me what I couldn’t be,
Oh well,

[Jay-Z]
This a special dedication,
I wanna thank you for the fuel,
No really thank you,

I felt so inspired by what my teacher said,
Said I′d either be dead or be a reefer head,
Now sure if thats how adults should speak ta kids,
Especially when the only thing I did was speak in class,
I teach his ass,
Even betters what my uncle did,
I pop my demo tape in start to beat my head,
Peaked out my eye, see if he was beating his,
He might as well say beat it kid, he’s on the list,
Its like Im searching for kicks like a sneaker head,
He gon keep pushing me until I reach the ledge,
And when I reach the ledge I′ll tell em all to eat a d-ck,
Take a leap of faith and let my eagle wings spread,
Spread spread.

[Pharrell - Chorus]
Motivation for me was them telling me what I could not be,
Oh well,
I’m so ambitious,
I might hit two sisters,
Hey im on a mission
No matter what the conditions,
Forget the personal issues
When you been what I been through,
Hey if you believe it,
Then you could conceive it.

[Jay-Z]
I had to lace up my boots even harder,
Father is too far away to father,
Further-more of the kids either smoke reefer,
Or either move white, theres few writers in my cipher,
So they made lighter, my type a dreams seem dumb
They said wise up, how many guys a you see making it from here,
The world don’t like us, is that not clear, alright,
But I′m different, I can’t base what I′m gonna be off a what everybody isn’t,
They don’t listen, just whispering behind my back,
No vision, lack of ambition,
So wack!

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Had a couple of meetings no offers yet,
Maybe I aint good enough for these offices,
Back to the drawing board ducking officers,
It’s all good cos the streets is A&R’ing this,
So with or without any of your involvement,
Coming for all of this, respect my conglomerate,
I went from pauper to the President,
Every deal I ever made set precedent,
N-ggas thought I′d fall without old buddy,
Oh buddy, what I do is make more money,
Dear Teacher, your probably somewhere near a speaker,
I’m balling outta control, can you hear my sneakers,
F-ck y’all,

[Chorus]

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

Lyrics [Jay-Z]
Motherfuckas!
Say that I′m foolish, I only talk about Jews
Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it
See I′m influenced by the ghetto you ruined
The same dude you gave nothing, I made something′ doing
What I do through and through and, I give you the news
With a twist of just his ghetto point of view
The renegade, you been afraid, I penetrate pop culture
Bring em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters
And they live with they moms, got drop roasters
From botch robberies, niggaz crotched over
Mommy′s knocked up cuz she wasn′t watched over
Knocked down by some clown, will child support knock
No he′s not around, now how that sound til you jot it down
I bring you through the ghetto without riding round
Hiding down, duck in′ strings from frustrated youths stuck in they ways
Just read a magazine and fucked up my day
How you rate music that thugs but nothing′ but relate to it
I helped them see they way through it, not you
Can′t step in my pants, can′t walk in my shoes
Bet everything you′re worth, you lose your tie and your shirt

[Eminem]
Since I′m in the position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain′t no politician but I kick it wit em a minute
Cuz see they call me a menace and if the shoe fits I wear it
But if it don′t then y′all will swallow the truth, grin and bear it
Now who′s the king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title with the youth and the spirits
Using his music to steer it, sharing′ his views and his merits
But there′s a huge interference, they′re saying′ you shouldn′t hear it
Maybe it′s hatred I spew, maybe it′s food for the spirit
Maybe it′s beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I′m debated, disputed, hated, and viewed in America
As a motherfucking′ drug addict, like you didn′t experiment
That′s when you start to stare at who′s in the mirror
And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
And I got nothin′ to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin do-goobers too bad you couldn′t do good at marriage
And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here
I don′t think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cuz here we go, these *gibberish*, and I′m the sinister, Mr. kiss my ass is just a...

[Chorus]
[Eminem] Renegade!
Never been afraid to say what′s on my mind at any given time of day
Cuz I′m a renegade, never been afraid to talk about anything, (anything,) anything, (anything)
Renegade!
[Jay-Z] Never been afraid to say what′s on my mind at any given time of day
Cuz I′m a (renegade),
Never been afraid to holler about anything, (anything,) anything, (anything!)

[Jay-Z]
I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashes knuckles
Pockets filled with allotter led, not a zed, gotta vent
Lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What′s you hollering, gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
by the bodega, hiding′ under my coat, feeling′ braver
Do rag rapped in my waves uh, pockets full of hope
Do not step to me, I′m award, I box lefty
I offed him, my pops left me and often my momma wasn′t home
Could not stress to me, I wasn′t grown
Especially on nights I brought something′ home to quiet the stomach rumbling′
My demeanor, 30 years my senior
My childhood didn′t mean much, only raisin′ greener
Raisin′ my fingers to critics, raisin′ my hat to the sky
BIG I did it, ? before I die, (nigga) no lie
Just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight

[Eminem]
See I′m a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ, the king of these Latter-day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
As a martyr of hate, Satan, a scatter brain atheist
But that ain′t the case, see it′s a matter of taste
We as the people decide if Shady′s as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter a gateway to escape
Media scapegoat, they could be madder today
See it′s as easy as cake, simple as wrestling′ pixie
While I′m waiving′ the pistol at 60 Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer
I′m a motherfucking′ spiteful, delightful eyeful
The new Ice Cube, motherfuckas hate to like you
What did I do, I′m just a kid from the gutter
Makin′ his butter off these blood-suckers, cuz I′m a motherfuckin...

[Chorus]
[Eminem] Renegade!
Never been afraid to say what′s on my mind at any given time of day
Cuz I′m a renegade, never been afraid to talk about anything, (anything,) anything, (anything)
Renegade!
[Jay-Z] Never been afraid to say what′s on my mind at any given time of day
Cuz I′m a (renegade),
Never been afraid to holler about anything, (anything,) anything, (anything!)

[Chorus]
[Eminem] Renegade!
Never been afraid to say what′s on my mind at any given time of day
Cuz I′m a renegade, never been afraid to talk about anything, (anything,) anything, (anything)
Renegade!
[Jay-Z] Never been afraid to say what′s on my mind at any given time of day
Cuz I′m a (renegade),
Never been afraid to holler about anything, (anything,) anything, (anything!)

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

(Eminem)

It is not about lyrics anymore
It’s about a hot beat and catchy hook

If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it
Then so be it, ’cause now there’s these kids
Jeez, don’t give a shit ’bout lyrics
All they wanna hear is a beat and that’s it
Long as they can go to the club and get blitzed
Pick up some chicks and get some digits
And the DJ’s playin’ them hits
“Oh, this my jam, this my shit!
We don’t know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus
‘Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us!”
And the song’s ginormous, the whole formula switched
‘Cause we don’t know anymore what are hits
Is it the beat? Is it the rap?
Is it a fingersnap or the same 808 clap?
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When 13-year-olds control the remotes?
And Assi’s got a brand new nose?
We gotta put some new emphasis on the syl-lal-ables

(Jay-Z)

If the emphasis on a compact disc
Isn’t a beat, then I’m gon’ feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit, and drive off in the Range Rove
‘Cause everywhere I go, they love the blang-blang flow
Bang, bang, look at the way my chain glow
The ring on my fing’ cost ya main lotta dough
The fuck am I bustin’ my brain fo’?
It’s just the way the game go, oh, it takes two to tango
You call this a lame flow? You bought the shit
I guess you to blame, too, I just found the angle
There’s no more reality flows
I’m tryna time my album droppin’ wit’ a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 front of Hot 97
And call my publicist, tell her “We in press heaven”
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into sex on the Internet
So you want the chat room, or the house in Malibu
Em, your emphasis is on the wrong syl-lal-ables

(Dr. Dre)

They said 30′s the new 20, funny
Must mean 40′s the new 30, interesting
‘Cause ever since then it’s been, in a sense, an extension
For veteran rappers that are better than half of
The shit comin’ out right now, it’s all trash
This torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
Jay said it’s his last, then 50 and Em
Then what? Detox drops, what do we got them?
So now our whole camps is runnin’ around
Scramblin’ over what to do
Gamblin’ every time we put a record out, just lookin’ for that hook
(Wait, Dre, look!)

(Eminem)

(Wait Dre look)
Shorty, I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be
‘Cause shorty you love me
And I love you too
And I promise I’ll be true to you

(50 Cent)

Go shawty, it’s your birthday
You made it just in time to hear my wordplay
It’s that kid that fit flows who used to flip Os
I run G for days, you should see how I get hoes
I’m international, I get my dick licked ’round the globe
I’m sick right in the shows, when ridin’ on low-lows
Puffin’ on cocoa, my bitch in Manolos
Don’t with the do-dos, that’s slang for dumb hoes
I’m playin’, I ain’t got time to joke-joke
You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked
Look, this not a game, me, B? I ain’t playin’
Beep behind me planned, so you here anyway
You don’t hear what I’m sayin’, me fin-ne-ne-nay
Fi-fi-de-de-day, just give me my check and I’ll be on my way
Sunny, bunny, money and funny
You ain’t even listenin’ and I just took your money

(Stat Quo)

There once was a time everywhere you turned
Shady/Aftermath was all you heard
But they “50 sang too much and Em got soft”
And they say “Dre just fell the fuck off”
Well, fuck the fuck off, saw y’all eat salt
Be mad, we back, fresh up out of the vault
New syl-lal-ables, eat ball, you fuckos
Yo’ house, yo’ bitch, I’m gettin’ sucked off
East, south, midwest, even up north
Fallin’ victim to wack spittin’, bring out the white chalk
All for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost
Catch me if you can, I’m runnin’ past while y’all walk

(Cashis)

Shady made me for bringin’ it back
‘Fore the history of rap is gone with a

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

You ain′t got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International ... uugh ...
show ya young boys how to do this thing

the maturation of Jay-Z Z
check me out

30′s the new 20 nigga I′m so hot still
better broad better au-to-mo-bile
bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mill
then by the songs end I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan do
I did all that by the age of 21
by 22 I had that brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend just begun
I′m, young enough to know the right car to buy yet grown enough not to put rims on it
I got that six-duce with curtains so you can′t see me and I didn′t even have to put tints on it
I don′t got the bright watch I got the right watch
I don′t buy out the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the right stock
I ... got ... stockbrokers that′s movin′ it like white tops
I know you like fuck, this is child abuse
call diapers, I might just be gettin′ nicer
them young boys ain′t ready for real
30′s the new 20 niggia I′m so hot still

[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin′ a fuck
bae boy, now I′m all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I′m all grown up
I use to play the block like that (like that)
I use to carry knots like that (like that)
now I got black cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cuz I′m all grown up

30′s the new 20 nigga, I′m on fire still
these young boys is like a fire drills (uugh)
false alarms (uugh)
next don? (naah)
heen got- (on)
to the next one (Young)
I′m still here (yeah)
still here, like Mike gotta stop playin′ with these childrens (yeah)
I′m a bully with the bucks
don′t let the patten leather shoes fool you young′n, I got the fully in the tux
that was my past now I′m so grown up
I don′t got one gun army, got a slum army
to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry
and I′ll be somewhere under palm trees calmly
listen to R&B when we get the call he′s
no longer wit′ us fire your babysitters
you lil′ fucks fall back for real
30′s the new 20 nigga, I′m so hot still

[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin′ a fuck
bae boy, now I′m all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I′m all grown up
I use to wear my hoodie like that (like that)
pile deep in the hoopty like that (like that)
now I got black cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cuz I′m all grown up

Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
yall young′ns chase, I′m Patron and it′s Grey
I like South Beach but I′m in San Tropez
yall drink Dom but not Rose′ (hey)
your chick shop in the mall
my chick burnin′ down Berdolph′s
comin′ back with Birken Bags
your chick is like what type of purse is that?
I′m from the era where niggas don′t snitch
you from the era where snitchin′ is the shit
I′m afraid of the future (why?)
yall respect the one who got shot
I respect the shooter
yall go to parties to ice grill
I go to parties to party with nice girls
you young boys gotta chill
30′s the new 20 nigga, I′m so hot still

[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin′ a fuck
bae boy, now I′m all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I′m all grown up
yeah we use to ball like that (like that)
now we on the ball team, halla back (holla back)
now I got black cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cuz I′m all grown up

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

[Intro: snippets of Eddie in "Super Fly"]
You know, you′ve got this.. fantasy in your head about
gettin outta the life and, settin the corporate world on its ear
What the FUCK you gonna do except hustle?
Besides pimpin... you really ain′t got the stomach for that

[Jay-Z]
The game′s fucked up
Nigga′s beats is bangin, nigga your hooks did it
Your lyrics did and your gangster look did it
So I would write it if y′all could get it
Bein intricate′ll get you wood, critic
On the internet, they like you should spit it
I′m like you should buy it, nigga that′s good business
Hehe, forget this rap shit I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle
As you see I can′t leave so I do love you
But I′m just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you can′t fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was
What these pills are, I was a real star
Complete with real, cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the video run
And my real life, complete with real, ice
VVS boulders oh they′re visibly set
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck
You see Hova, wasn′t digital yet
Befo′ Steve Jobs, made the iPod
Was gettin head, jobs, we call that intimate
Back when rappers wouldn′t dare play lyrical roulette
With a automatic weapon I was reppin with a tec
(Fresh) like (Mannie) be, chain like anti-freeze
Shoebox full of cash, dealer man hand me ki′s
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don′t take Nancy Drew to see
what it do, I′m a damn G
Just sent a million dollars through a hands free
That′s big money talk, can you answer me?
Before the answer was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick
Sure he′s rich now cause he saw the shit, all this shit
That′s why they call him Hov′, cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights
Bought a 9 for non-stop glock work all the time
Woo! Guess who′s back?
Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, I′ve been set
I′ve been through with this bullshit game but I never quit
I used to think rappin at 38 was ill
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill′
I know I ain′t quite 38 but still
The flow so (Special) got a (38) feel
The real is back, hehehehe

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

[Jay-Z Talking]
Thank you, thank you very much
For comin′ out this evening

[Verse 1]
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you
You′re far too kind
Hold you′re applause
This is your song not mines
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Please hold your applause
For I just applied logic Keys keys open doors
Now I′m balcony, Opera, Black Tux, Binocula
Black luxe, Stop it I shouldn′t be so popular
Name keep poppin′ up Face keep poppin′ up
On the tube I′m just watchin′ Pacquaio box ′em up
How would I know HBO would get a shot of us
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don′t bow in my presence How am I a Legend?
I just got 10 #1 albums Maybe now 11
More hits than a Now! 11
That is no reason to treat me like I′m somehow from outta heaven
Heaven knows that I′ve made my mistakes
Thank God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who woulda thought by making birds migrate
For the winter I be fly all summer Might I say

[Hook]
Thank you, Thank you, thank you You′re far too kind
Hold your applause This is your song not mines
Thank you, Thank you, thank you You′re far too kind
Do me a favor, don′t do me no favors I′ll handle mines

[Verse 2]
Hovi Baby
We are really high, really high tonight
We tip the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the Wise guys code alive
If I can′t live by my word Then I′d much rather die
No no don′t thank me, This is just how my suit is stitched
I′m cut from a different cloth, I′m just who the shoe fits
For the Color Of Money like a Tom Cruise flick
′Cept I put 8-balls in corners without using pool sticks
Beautiful music when champagne flutes click
Beautiful women sippin′ throught rouge lips
Dangers approaches We′re like wait who′s this?
Let us save you some trouble son
What size suit you is?
This way after the Ruger shoots through a few clips
You can lay in your casket just as you is
We appreciate the target practices
We′ll be sure to send flower baskets kid

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 3]
I was gonna kill a couple rappers
But they did it to themselves
I was gon′ do it with the flow
But they did it with their sales
I was gon′ 9/11 ′em, but they didn′t need the help
And they did a good job them boys is talented as hell
Cuz not only did they brick they put a building up as well
They ran a plane into that building and when that building fell
Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled
Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar then took a smell
Cuz they heard that second hand smoke kills
Niggas thought they was ill found out they was...ILL
And it′s like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel

[Hook]

[Jay-Z]
We are really high, really high tonight
Lucky Lefty, kiss the wife tonight for me

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

Hov’s a Blackberry Bold,
Shawty is a Sidekick,
She used to have a man,
I used to have a side chick,
Shawty got wind I had to blow the chick off,
got rid of him they both took the sh-t hard,
shawty play the piano me I play the white keys,
shawty from the south, oh, i think she like me,
Shawty like Pac, me Big Poppa,
screaming hit em up, I’m screaming who shot ya,
I’m on that red wine, shawty like white,
same sh-t different toilet,
we both getting nice,
me I’m from the apple which means I’m the Mac,
She’s a PC, she lives in my lap.

[Chorus]
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Venus Versus Mars,

Whether Black or white we both like Mike,
We both like Jordans, We both Phil’s Knight’s,
When I finish breakfast, shawty’s out for lunch,
yeah we both eating its better than brunch,
shawty like Pepsi, me I’m da Coke Man,
Body like a coke bottle, I crush it like a Coke can,
Started at the window, then the bedroom wall,
the Ying to my Yang, I skeet skeet off,
I hits it from the back, Shawty like the front,
the Bonnie to my Clyde,
both riding shotgun,
both covered in gold like C3PO,
James and Florida Evans let the good times roll,

[Chorus]

Thought Shawty was the truth, found out she was a cheater,
we were supposed to takeover, I caught her bumping Ether!
I thought shawty like Mike, found out she like Prince,
thought she was Adrian, it’s been Rocky ever since,
My dollars was down, she left me for some Euro’s,
Took my whole flavour, I call her coke zero,
Co-MVP like Kobe and Shaq,
left me for the Heat,
we were winning back to back,
said I partied too much, shawty got fed up,
shawty got Britney shaved her whole head up,
we used to make out, kissing each others face off,
Fell for the ponzi scheme, damn shawty just Made-off.

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

I try to pretend that I′m different but in the end we′re all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I′m never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I′m different but in the end we′re all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I′m never gonna change (gonna change)

When the singer Rob calls the police on me y′all niggaz ran out and copped the CD
see what I discovered is y′all snitch lovers I might speak, but I don′t fuck with nobody
see What Doug, Jimmy & L.A. don′t know, these youngins crossed the line with Hov, I′m letting it
blow
had the papers writing stories like: "didn′t they know, this what happen when they made that
rapper CEO"
I know, its just a matter of time before the steady hate start to overflow then the leavey breaks
and my conscience go, you escape the rico, why throw everything away over ego?
you paper chasing, they paper hating, billionare Hov you on the pace to make it
fuck that exclamation comma quotations I love drama period

I try to pretend that I′m different but in the end we′re all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I′m never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I′m different but in the end we′re all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I′m never gonna change (gonna change)

smelling like Petrone singing dirty rap songs, tip-toeing in the crib like 6 in the morn
every day its the same I said in blueprint that I′d never change its just a part of the game
respect me I′m a thug, I might cool out for a sec but expect me to bug its in my blood
but if my chick leave me she gonna leave me for something, she gone leave me cuz Halie,
she ain′t gonna leave me for nothing, picture me gettin up with something sleazy
something something so easy you could take out its beat like nothing something
soon as you finish cuttin you like leave me please, not me I need Angilina Jolize company,
so I ain′t gonna make a move unless I got I got a plan b, that′ll happen the day i have a baby by
free,
not to say that anything is wrong with free, just to say that ain′t nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar, know one thing, ima take the cookie not leave my ring
if my hands in the cookie jar know one thing ima take (laughs) y′all know what I mean

I try to pretend that I′m different but in the end we′re all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I′m never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I′m different but in the end we′re all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I′m never gonna change (gonna change)

unh, you little niggaz ain′t deep you dumb, you niggaz ain′t gangsta you gum, I chew little niggaz
hock-too, spew little niggaz, I can only view little niggaz like little niggaz
but in lieu of little niggaz trying to play that boy, I phew phew little niggaz with the latest toy

unlike you little nigga, I′m a grown ass man, big shoes to fill nigga, grown ass pants
prolly hustled with your pops, go ask your parents its apparent you′re staring at a legend
who, put a few little niggaz in the they place before trying to eat without saying they grace before

blasphemous bastard get your faith restored you′re viewing your version of the lord god
mc little nigga, applaud, or forever burn in the fire that I spit at y′all I rebuke you little nigga

the meek shall parish, ill roof you little nigga, Im a project terrorist, cute you little niggaz
think you in my class subsitute little niggaz soon feel my wrath, I mute you little niggaz
you a little nigga, I shall abuse you little nigga, I′m a ill nigga, now shoot you little niggaz
go somewhere and play, cuz the day I loose to you little niggaz, no day

I try to pretend that I′m different but in the end we′re all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I′m never gonna change (gonna change)
I try to pretend that I′m different but in the end we′re all the same (all the same)
I pray to god, father forgive a nigga I′m never gonna change (gonna change)

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

Ay, Ay, Ay
Watch what you say to me
You better watch what you say to me
Watch what you say to me
You say, I′ll spray

[Chorus]
Watch what you say to me
You see me and ya know I′m tooled up
You don′t wanna see me cut the fool bruh
Watch what you say to me
Let me find out you talkin tough in ya song
When you see me you know what′s up boy, it′s on
Nigga, what you say to me?
Cause see I ain′t been a fuck nigga never
I′m just warning all you sucka niggas
Better watch what you say to me
Cause I′m known to make a mountain out of mold
Hell, you don′t wanna get ya four kids...
Watch what you say to me

[1st verse: T.I.]
Got a tool in my pocket and the club just rockin
Watching ey′ nigga while they girlfriend jocking
They gotta let it go cause niggas already know
I got that thang with me and they just to let it go
I′m trying to mind my business though, tell I hear this nigga say yo
"They ain′t nobody, fuck em" I′m thinking I′m fitting to buss em
Wait, look up the city, police is lookin at me
I tell C, he tell Doug, they tell Jay-z
When you see, then surround em, then call to squirrel me
Pick a perfect spot and make sure that they girl see
My man offered dude a drink, he said "what? wuchu think?"
Then call from then on all you couldn′t see nuthin but bottles
Remy Martin to the noggin, bet it bust it wide open
His bitch standing there hollering while he lying on the floor, shit
Why you feeling sorry for him? He asked for it
Listen ya′ll, here come the moral of the story

[Chorus]

[2nd verse: Jay-z]
Rap music is something ain′t it? The way these pictures is painted
You swear these niggas is dangerous, the gangsta shit they be saying
Lock em up in the booth with a half ounce of that cannabis
Sit back, and watch the outlandish shit they portraying
But, soon as you see em they freeze up like in museums
Them statues, you like, "Is that the dude, that said he was gonna (pop you)"
Niggas get running before you finish ya sentence
And then they back to riffing, when they off at the safe distance
You like, you was just here, you disappear like magicians
In thin air, I′m like damn, nigga at least keep it consistent
I hear you baiting me lately, I been doing my best just to stay hater free
Still watch what you say to me
Sooner or later I take you up on your offer
And put you all in ya place like I′m replacing ya father
You talking, to the author, the architect of The Blueprint
My DNA in ya music, muthafucka you stupid?

[Chorus]

[3rd verse: T.I.]
Cuz I ain′t never been a sucka, been gangsta my whole life
So a nigga disrespect me and it′s on on sight
I hear what you say in ya song, some of that I don′t like
Keep it up, I feel tried, I see you, we gon′ fight
Be a man, say my name if you talking to me
You never say it, well I figure you ain′t talking to me
Find out you is at the awards or was the code in the streets
I swear I beat ya fuckin ass like it ought to be beat
See I ain′t whispering lame, I ain′t one for the game
If I say fuck you nigga then, fuck you nigga, simple and plain
I say no problem, there′s no problem, pimping you do the same
Now you just, swallow ya pride cuz you know I′m off the chain
Try to refrain from being violent but you come out ya face
I got my lawyer paid up ready to catch me a case
When I feel you disrespected me, I′mma get me a K
But all this shit can be avoided one way...

[Chorus]

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

If you havin girl problems i feel bad for son i got 99 problems and a b***h aint one.


I got the rap contral on gat patrol for folks that want to make sure my caskets closed. rap critics
say these money cash h**s are from the hood stupid what type of facts are those if you grew up with
h**s with f**k up toes yuo would celebrate the moment you was havin dough im like f**k critics you
can kiss my hole a**h**e if you dont like my lyrics you can press fast foward i beef with the radio
but i dont play show and they dont play my hits well i dont give a s**t so raps ads try to use my
black a** so adevertisments can get more cash for ads fu***s i dont know what you take me as or
understanding the intelligence that Jay-Z has i came from rags to riches n****s i aint dumd and i
got 99 proglems and a b***h aint one


99 problems but a b***h aint one so if you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son i got 99
problems and a b****h aint one


the year is 94 and my trunk is broad and my rear view mirror is to mother f****n large i got two
choises pull over the car or bounce on the devil and put the floor [revvv] and i anint tryin to see
no hollywood police chase plus i got a few dollors and i can fight the case so i pull over to the
side of the road i heard [police] son do you know what im stopping you for.[Jay-Z]cause im young and
im black and my hats real low do i look like a mind reader sir i dont know.
am i under arrest or should i guessome more [police] well you were doing 55 in the 54 [Jay-Z] uh-huh
[police] do you have a drivers licence and reglistalion and step out of the car are you carring a
weapon i know alot of you are i anit stepping out of s**t all of my papers a legite.[police]well do
you mind if i look around your car a litle bit[Jay-Z]well my glove departments locked so is my trunk
in the back and i know my rights and your going to need a warrant for that[police] well arent you
sharp as a tack but we will see how sharp you are when the k-9s arrive.[Jay-Z] i got 99 poroblems
and a b***h aint one.




now once upon a time

@ Jay-Z

Текст песни:

[Jay-Z Talking]
Blueprint trios

[Verse 1]
Yeah Yeah What we talkin′ bout real shit?
Or we talkin′ bout ryhmes
You talkin′ bout millions Or you talking′ bout mine
What we talkin′ bout Cuz I ain′t got time
For what people be talkin′ bout all the time
What we talkin′ bout fiction Or we talkin bout fact
You talkin′ bout fiction? Hold up pardon my back
I′m talkin′ bout life And all I hear is
Oh yeah he keeps talkin′ bout crack
I ain′t talkin′ bout profit I′m talkin′ bout pain
I′m talkin′ bout despair I′m talkin′ bout shame
I ain′t talkin′ bout gossip I ain′t talkin′ bout Game
I ain′t talkin bout Jimmy I ain′t talkin′ bout Dame
I′m talkin′ bout real shit Dem people playin′
What is you talkin′ bout I don′t know what y′all sayin′
People keep talkin′ bout Hov take it back
I′m doin′ better than before Why would I do that?
Ain′t nothing cool bout carryin′ a strap
Bout worryin′ your moms And buryin′ your best cat
Talkin′ bout revenge While carryin′ his casket
All teary-eyed Bout to take it to a matress
I′m talkin′ bout music I ain′t talkin′ bout rap
You talkin′ bout who′s hot I ain′t talkin′ bout that
The conversation is changed Lets yap about that
I don′t run rap no more I run the map

[Hook]
They Talk, We Live, We see what They say, They say, They say
They Talk, We Did, Who cares what They say, They say, They say

[Verse 2]
Still they can′t′ focus on them They be talkin′ bout me
Talkin′ bout what I wear Talkin′ bout where I be
Check out my hair These ain′t curls these is peas
Peasey head still get paid I′m combin′ through G′s
Please, We ain′t focused on naps
Cuz I don′t run rap no more I run the map
A small part of the reason the President is black
I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack
Talkin′ bout progress I ain′t lookin back
You know I run track Try not to get lapped
People keep talkin′ bout Hov left em flat
Try to re-write history Lets talk about facts
Dame made millions Even Jaz made some scraps
He could′ve made more But he didn′t sign his contract
As far as street guys We was dealin′ crack
That′s just how the game goes I don′t owe nobody jack
Grown men want me to sit em on my lap
But I don′t have a beard and Santa Claus ain′t black
I repeat, You can′t sit on my lap
I don′t have a beard Now get off my sack
Scream at me

[Repeat Hook]

[Verse 3]
Blueprint 3
And now that that′s that Lets talk about the future
We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
Now you could choose ta Sit in front of your computa
Posin′ with guns Shootin YouTube up
Or you could come with me to the White House get your suit up
You stuck on being hardcore I chuck the duece up
Peace out Medusa
Welcome to the Blue-ah-Print-ah Tre piece Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Ras clot when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I could see the sky
Cause everybody talkin′ Hov I think we know why

[Repeat Hook]

@ Jay-Z