all over the world If you shop for love in a bargain store And you don't get what you are bargain for Can you get your money back? If an empty train
Gave away hits So 'ma get it together Forget it forever when I go at you hard, I can get it through leather, you act like Jigga, can't get at whoever
ain't there ain't nobody else to impress The way that you know what I thought I knew It's the beat that my heart skips when I'm with you But I still don't
Jay-Z What's up niggas, ay yo I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck Jay-
ice my shit On the spot what coming back twice the shit I realize that a floss game still intact A horse game you lame dudes can't feel that Like the
a world with amnesia won't forget your name You held it down long enough, let me take those reins And just like your spirit the commission remains Niggaz can cross the T
East, West, and South, cut that out. 'Til 'em all Pac and no slouch. (Get it! Get it! Get it!) If you can't sing, then don't sing! The realest knew they
door, nigga get that bank, Flip that flow, city ta? city, my niggas is gritty and o boy, Reppin that bone thug, mo? thug, thug line, Hit em with one rhyme
if I don't get on That's why I grind 'till I get on 'Cause I'm gon' shine when I get on So I can't wait 'till I get on Ima push these rides when I
, whattup? (Aight) You don't live that, you shouldn't say that 'Cause what come out, your mouth'll get you shot down Throwin' your money around and we don't play that Get
back relax with Chicago on my back Unzip the backpack pull out a 50 yap I?ll probably go to jail but nahh that ain?t me I style crazy A net like jay z
I sit back, relax with Chicago on my back Unzip the backpack, pull out a fifth of Jack I?ll probably go to jail for, naw that ain?t me I style crazy and act like Jay-Z
[Intro: Pharrell Williams] I said think about your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word, you see that SLR [Lupe Fiasco] O' ye
you know what I mean this is my dream. The thing is you can go ask Jay Z who Big Sean is? you can ask Pharrell who Big Sean is?, you can walk into Def
That's my bitch That's my bitch Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch That's my bitch I been waitin' for a long, long time Just to get off and throw
lap But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black I repeat, you can't sit on my lap I don't have a beard, now get off my sack Scream at me They
critics, you can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't
Tennis shoes, don't even need to buy a new dress If you ain't there ain't nobody else to impress The way that you know what I thought I knew It's the beat my heart skips when I'm with