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Artista: Jay-z
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Cancion: Reservoir dogs
 
 
[Sheek]
Fuck -- shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers
Donīt get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Yo shut the fuck up īfore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
with no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, Iīm spaz like Iīm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like Iīm lookin for a deal
If I ainīt hungry, who the fuck is, Iīm worse than them African kids
I ainīt straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I donīt fuckin care
If I ainīt strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, yīall talk shit like little children
when I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, theyīll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
and kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and donīt give a fuck what itīs cost-ing

[Beanie Sigel]
Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, itīs time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, yīall know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5īs, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Yīall niggaz nuts, like testricles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule
Perhaps itīs best for you, to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when itīs hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

[Jadakiss]
Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then Iīm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit donīt work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas donīt die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weatherīs nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gonī buy it, I put it in a bag
you gonī try it, yīall niggaz canīt deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I canīt be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Donīt matter if Iīm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
Iīma be the īKiss nigga, until itīs bedtime
Anything Iīm on is a classic, any nigga
ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was comin
You wouldnīt listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell

[Sauce Money]
You motherfuckers is sick, donīt think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, Iīm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your manīll die
Whatīs the difference? Either way Iīm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, yīall niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off
Ainīt nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
Iīm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin
for you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

[Styles]
I donīt give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are
I donīt care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I donīt care about your block and whoever you shot
I donīt care about your album and whenever it drop
I donīt care about your past if I did I woulda asked
Iīm too busy lightin īdro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, Iīm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world Iīm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve oīclock
Iīm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarella

[Jay-Z]
I know pop you canīt stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ainīt shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range
Shit main, switch lanes
every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muhīfukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that
You donīt wanna owe that man
Heīll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I donīt floss no more
I just sit on my money til Iīm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses
We donīt stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint
 
 
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