jay-z - fuck jaz-o aka jaz ho (jaz-o diss) lyrics
[intro: jay_z]
what you [?] [?]
what you getting high now, man?
what them n_ggas tellin’ you, man? (get out your mommy’s house)
it’s not you johnny
come back home, man
forty years old johnny, man, should be ashamed of yourself (big 4_o, baby)
you want some attention?
give you some attention
check it out
[verse 1: jay_z]
my brain on the top it’s long like marathons (woo)
more poppa love than tongues and marijuan (woo)
n_gga you ain’t strong enough to carry on, i move heavy weight, you ain’t never carry shawn
free
you happy?
[verse 2: freeway]
i got ’em (oh)
you like the beer kane dropped in menace 40 and broke
freeway let the forty smoke, tend to my business, diss jay
free come whеre you stay, be wherе you visit homes
you shouldn’t be alone, sleep with your k, look
it’s the front line of the roc, man, the beef man
freeway speak the heat jab, the glock freeze time like a lock man
don’t make me have to swing pass your peeps pad
smack up mommy and pop’s, fam
it’s that simple don’t mention the dogs
i make r. kelly f_ck with your kids and swing past and give your sister the love
you probably simp for the love
you real tough in your songs but ain’t built for the kids, uh
[verse 3: geda k]
yo how many emcees must get diss
for talkin’ (uh) unnecessary sh_t
i let the sixteen gague hit ya n_gga, you should’a knew that
it’s always the new cats that a get ya
j_a_z, oh boy, oh man you don’ got outta line and
you know a n_gga better than geda then sign him, yeah
you been here the longest, still the brokest
they repo’d your truck how dare you provoke us
ya old and useless, doubting the kid when little n_ggas on louis had you like malcolm in the crib
if money made you cross, you wasn’t fam all along (nope)
d_mn this must’ve been your plans all along
dog, i have you beat to a pulp in b_stuy by some big bouncer n_ggas and there’s no [?] b high
my freestyles got more buzz than your album, it’s my time, yours was in the 80s, stop wildin’
[jay_z talking]
you happy, man?
you got your attention, you sold a couple of records now
good man
[?] i had to do for you homie (woo)
help ’em out chris
[verse 4: young chris & jay_z]
we from where n_ggas know that’s your wife and still crack on her (uh_huh)
that dough a have a close homie turn his gat on ya
the ones you feed, the ones turn they backs on ya
catch ’em in the long run, snubbing you with a long gun
f_ckin’ with the wrong one, young dude handle his b.i
believe i buck a n_gga, won’t run
and when the glocks bust n_ggas lose weight like [?] pop bus
we move weight until the cops rush, line ’em up, shut ’em down (uh)
round ’em up, throw some lead around
(jaz ho) we ’bout to dead him now
the hoods know who the best around
they just mad ’cause we on top and they up in the hood left around
get your n_ggas, vest ’em down, bring your guns, fill ’em up
my n_ggas (uh) smith & wesson ’em down and they down to hit ’em up
philly n_gga, state p
quick to catch a case, catch a body, have n_ggas [?] [?] and catching bodies, uh (woah!)
[jay_z & memphis bleek talking]
ok that’s enough young gunna
want everybody to run out and pick up jaz_o album
guess that’s why he doin’ all this, um
jaz this is really not you
got these mixtape n_ggas they all snitches they using you they got you dry snitchin’ on records that’s not cool, homie
that’s not you
um
jaz_o, jaz_o
k, jaz_o album’s in stores, jaz_o album, jaz’s video currently playin’ bet, alright
you happy?
ah, bleek got something to say (yo) (yeah n_ggas) (yo)
[?] [?]
[verse 5: memphis bleek]
i guess it was all good a week ago (right?)
until they repo’d his vehicle and now he mad and bleek and hov (d_mn)
he wanna get his self exposed but gets subjected to the [?] slugs when they spit up out the fo (sho)
and i’m back on that marcy bullsh_t
remember you push incents back on bushwick? (yeah)
ave, i know your style and your grammar
down in atlanta (what?) you wearin’ sandals, what’s your plans cuzz? (what was you doin’?)
you know a n_gga never fronted on m, unless i took somethin’ or he took somethin’ in him (stop the rumors)
trust me jaz yo i’m not for talkin’
you know the gun play, i bring the gun to the office
but to my friends i pose no threat but now i know the reason when we talked you sweat (why you sweating dog?)
cause you was under the gun, under the pressure, you know m’ll leave you if you said somethin’ extra (go ‘head)
you forty somethin’ lookin’ flabby and sick
n_gga i’m g4 status, try to pass me in the six jaz
(come on) cause when i blast you die and you almost 45 still livin’ with ma
i left home at fifteen, sixteen on me, i’m out
to the block gettin’ it in, work, dishin’ it out
you, you never thugged not a day in your life
calisthenics is the only workout in your life
stop frontin’ f_ggot
(yeah)
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