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jay-z - success (a cappella) lyrics
[interlude: jay_z]
i got these n_ggas, breezy, don’t worry about it
let that b_tch breathe!
[verse 1: jay_z]
i used to give a f_ck, now i give a f_ck less
what do i think of success? it sucks, too much stress
i guess i blew up quick
’cause friends i grew up with
see me as a premie, but i’m not, and my nuts big
i don’t know what the fuss is, my career is ill_strious
my rep is impeccable; i’m not to be f_cked with, with
sh_t, let that b_tch breathe!
i’m way too important to be talking about extorting
asking me for a portion’s like asking for a coffin
broad daylight i’ll off your on_switch
you’re not too bright, goodnight, long kiss
bye bye, my reply… “blah, blah”
blast burner, then pass burner to ty_ty
finish my breakfast, why?
i got an appetite for destruction and you’re a small fry
now where was i?
[break: jay_z]
let that b_tch breathe!
[verse 2: jay_z]
i used to give a sh_t, now i don’t give a sh_t more
truth be told i had more fun when i was p_ss_poor
i’m p_ssed off, and this what success is all about?
a bunch of n_ggas acting like b_tches with big mouths
all this stress, all i got is this big house
couple of cars, i don’t bring half of them sh_ts out
all of this ace of spade i drink just to p_ss out
i mean, i like the taste, could’ve saved myself 6 hours
how many times can i go to mr. chow’s, tao’s, n0bu?
hold up, let me move my bowels
i’ll sh_t on y’all n_ggas, og, tell these boys
(y’all ain’t got sh_t on my n_gga, aoww!)
i got watches i ain’t seen in months
apartment at the trump i only slept in once
n_ggas said hova was over, such dummies
even if i fell i’ll land on a bunch of money
y’all ain’t got nothing for me
[break: jay_z]
nas, let that b_tch breathe!
[verse 3: nas]
success, mclaren, women staring
my villain appearance
sacred blood of a king and my vein ain’t spilling
ghetto oth_llo, sugar hill romello
camaro driven, i climax from paper
then ask: “why is life worth living?”
is it to hunt for the sh_t that you want?
to receive’s great, but i l_st giving
the best jewelers wanna make my things
i make jacob sh_t on lorraine just to make me a chain
n_ggas mentioned on one love
came home to the paper in hand
ain’t gotta brag about the feds, young man
old cribs i sold, y’all drive by like monuments
google earth nas; i got flats in other continents
worst enemies wanna be my best friends
best friends wanna be enemies like that’s what’s in
but i don’t give a f_ck, walk inside the lion’s den
take everybody’s chips, ’bout to cash them in
up your catalog, dog, mine’s worth too much
like mike jacks atv pub, mottola can’t touch
let this b_tch breathe! (ha heh)
[outro: jay z & nas]
let this b_tch breathe!
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