Jay-Z Lyrics
Jay-Z Lyrics
"Politics as Usual Lyrics"
What It's Like To Be Me Lyrics
Do you know what it's like Come on, come on Baby, tell me, am I like the kind of girl That you wanna take home, Want to make me your own Do you even know what I like Just what I'm LIVING for, what I adore Baby, take the time to realize, I'm not the kind to sac
Do you know what it's like Come on, come on Baby, tell me, am I like the kind of girl That you wanna take home, Want to make me your own Do you even know what I like Just what I'm LIVING for, what I adore Baby, take the time to realize, I'm not the kind to sac
You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me
skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin
No waitin I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan
Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to
hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble
kids stop they greetin me, I'm talkin sweet to keys
Cursin the very God, that bought this wreath to be
My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices
and fools that think I slip, you fuck around
you get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy
on some I-do-or-die shit,
Legacy Of Cain Lyrics
All my nightmares back again - scared to go to sleep They come and torture me at night, awake my dormant fears Time after time, again and again I am haunted by an image of a weeping maiden Whispering her ghastly words: No hope remains! No hope remains!!! No
for realAll my nightmares back again - scared to go to sleep They come and torture me at night, awake my dormant fears Time after time, again and again I am haunted by an image of a weeping maiden Whispering her ghastly words: No hope remains! No hope remains!!! No
The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and
just think, with this here, I'm tryin to feel made nig-ga
Politics as us-ual... I took my
Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some
VS somethins I can live with, stop frontin
And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised
No disrespect to you, make sure you word is true
I'm takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson
have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off
You ain't seen money in your life, when it
comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice
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I Will Be There Lyrics
Round and round we go Round and round again Then I got to thinking I want to be more than your friend Round and round we go Here we go again Can we be together I'm going to get you if I can Is it okay if I meet you in heaven Is it alright if I'm
smokin bro, who pump Willie Ike spokesRound and round we go Round and round again Then I got to thinking I want to be more than your friend Round and round we go Here we go again Can we be together I'm going to get you if I can Is it okay if I meet you in heaven Is it alright if I'm
The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos
My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please
Ten year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used
with the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face
youse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga
Politics as us-ual...
You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin
Low in the leather Zion, the best that's ever came
The game changes like, my mind just ain't right
We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your night
Suckin me in like a vacumn, I reme
Me First Lyrics
There's so much to be rectified, I wonder if I even tried could I put away the man that I've become At least I'll try, so throw me every word, on everything that ever I did wrong, it's safe to say maybe I lost track will you be the one to take me back and remind me how the cha
berThere's so much to be rectified, I wonder if I even tried could I put away the man that I've become At least I'll try, so throw me every word, on everything that ever I did wrong, it's safe to say maybe I lost track will you be the one to take me back and remind me how the cha
tellin my family I'll be back soon, that was December
Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later
got me wise still can't break my underworld ties
I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot
Got matchin VCR's, a huge Magnavox
to nitch, green like spinach pop wines that's vintage
It's a lot of big money in my sentence
Hittin towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that
chick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat
Ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin
the drawers from droppin, the law from watchin, I hate em
Politics as us-ual