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jay z feat memphis bleek - intro - hand it down lyrics
sorry boys but all the money in the world
couldn’t bring me back again
lay down, lay down, gonna stretch my mic out
in ponce funeral home on marcy
all those new n-gg-z stop there
but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
the last of the real hustlers
well, maybe not the last
bleek’s gonna be a good rapper
new, improved jay-z, i quit, i’m retirin’
ain’t enough money in this game to keep me around
sorry big, i tried, honest
can’t go with me on this ride though
i’m callin’ the shots, bar’s closin’
where we going to for breakfast?
roc-a-fella, y’all, okay, i reloaded
bringin’ the drama, tryin’ to come up in the game
marcy, had a couple of dollar signs to my name
roc-a-fella, y’all, one of the best
waitin’ for my day to come, just give me the word
nah, this ain’t jigga, it’s your lil’ n-gg-, bleek
reportin’ to these motherf-ckers live from the street
game, i peeped those, my mind so advanced
at nine, i used to geese hoes for easter clothes
peep the st–z, i represent for all those
with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin’ to creep the keys
large n-gg-z told me park the car, keep the keys
find a hood rat an’ creep to mickey d’s
first gun, two bullets, n-gg-z know i do pull it
n-gg-z tryin’ to kill me, dog, who wouldn’t?
screw gooden, i pitch in the pj’s
lit off the ej, i split dutchies with my ring finger
you find a b-tch that don’t be cream, bring her
last seen with bing, he got dropped between us
sh-t is constant, that’s why i pack the johnson & johnson
for the nonsense, who wants it?
i go to sleep with a picture of a porsche on my wall
man, i’m tryin’ to come up on y’all
get one up on y’all, that’s why i hustle in these streets
from sundown to sun up on y’all
mama said, “keep bullsh-ttin’, they’ll kill you deadâ€
one week of this hustlin’ brought a livin’ room set
went to [incomprehensible] d’s, n-gg-z mad, veins out
copped the jordan’s, two weeks before they came out
flashy, fly little n-gg-
nosy b-tch from the third floor like, “why, little n-gg-?”
b-tch please, twist the trees
took a long pull, like b-tch to breathe
that’s my answer, life’s like cancer an’ i’m serious
waitin’ for my day to come
just give me the word
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