Know niggas ain't frontin like i'm a clown or sumthin Like I don't get down or sumthin Like I don't tote a 4 pound of sumthin Round here frontin like my shit don't sound like nuttin Like I ain't got the crown or suttin Like I ain't the nigga you base ya life on I guess i ain't the reason you got that ice on Like I ain't the muthafuckin dude wit the shoes I guess I ain't the reason you rhyme the way you do Like I ain't the nigga who mastered all flows And the reason they can't sell them four point O's Like I ain't 5 mill, and what do ya joint go? Excuse me? Nigga don't confuse me I ain't one of you rappers who got a deal I'm one of the few niggaz spittin it and got it for real And even if you hatin, you gotta knock it in yo wheels And the day that i stop it.....ILL!!
I agree wit 1980. Slept on verse and album Coming of Age Memphis Bleek Song is What you think of that.
One of my favorite Jay verses is
"Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors Keep us spiralin, goin backwards At age nine, saw my first hate crime Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine The soul of Mumia in this modern day time"
And this is another crazy joint, the delivery on dis one was sick!
"Yeah, yeah I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbers Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us Tryin not to let this bullshit become us It started from hunger, til it all went insane Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted The beeper done changed; you dead bitch, the Reaper done came I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT I just circle 'round the block in a drop Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh) where the sun roof used to be I could see y'all not used to me Nigga flows like none other - I'm the meanest toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya Motherfuckers.. Y'all niggaz bout to witness a dynasty like no other"
so...u know i'm one of world's biggest Jay fans...So Happy B-Day...we r both Sagittarius...so big ups to Big Homie...heres 1 of my fav...
The theme song to +The Sopranos+ plays in the key of life on my, mental piano Got a strange way of seein life like I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare On the highway of life, nigga it's sharp in my sight Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned I would turn green, me, bein in the trenches Him, livin adventureous not worryin about expenditures I'm bravin temperatures below zero, no hero No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my liver Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be calm but I'm gon' get richer through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures Niggaz, say it's the dawn/Don but I'm superstitious Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz actin too suspicious This is, food for thought, you do the dishes
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Happy Birthday jay! Celebrate by jumping on Beyonce from behind a closet lol
"Yall wanna act out a movie I can give you a clip, with no ad-libbing nigga, stick to the script!"
"Argue all day about who's the best MC, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas"
"F*ck that, exclamation, comma, quotation, I love drama, period!"
"Bad news keeps coming, hard to keep something on ya stomach, your sick bout what ya life is becoming!....(FALLIN!)"
Happy birthday
Also today is Ether day. Lol Nas Released Ether today. lol
Know niggas ain't frontin like i'm a clown or sumthin
Like I don't get down or sumthin
Like I don't tote a 4 pound of sumthin
Round here frontin like my shit don't sound like nuttin
Like I ain't got the crown or suttin
Like I ain't the nigga you base ya life on
I guess i ain't the reason you got that ice on
Like I ain't the muthafuckin dude wit the shoes
I guess I ain't the reason you rhyme the way you do
Like I ain't the nigga who mastered all flows
And the reason they can't sell them four point O's
Like I ain't 5 mill, and what do ya joint go?
Excuse me? Nigga don't confuse me
I ain't one of you rappers who got a deal
I'm one of the few niggaz spittin it and got it for real
And even if you hatin, you gotta knock it in yo wheels
And the day that i stop it.....ILL!!
Favorite Jay verse ever.
^^^^^^DEFINITELY ONE OF JAY'S BEST!! PEOPLE FORGET ABOUT THAT VERSE.
YES!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAY!!!
-ShandaR
I agree wit 1980. Slept on verse and album Coming of Age Memphis Bleek Song is What you think of that.
One of my favorite Jay verses is
"Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air
Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear
A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance
Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors
Keep us spiralin, goin backwards
At age nine, saw my first hate crime
Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line
Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine
Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined
Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine
Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine
The soul of Mumia in this modern day time"
And this is another crazy joint, the delivery on dis one was sick!
"Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, til it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed; you dead bitch, the Reaper done came
I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh)
where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other - I'm the meanest
toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya
Motherfuckers..
Y'all niggaz bout to witness a dynasty like no other"
Jay done did it.
Props.
lol @ ahh Dame
sigh.. lol
loving the lyrics guys
so...u know i'm one of world's biggest Jay fans...So Happy B-Day...we r both Sagittarius...so big ups to Big Homie...heres 1 of my fav...
The theme song to +The Sopranos+
plays in the key of life on my, mental piano
Got a strange way of seein life like
I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag
Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare
On the highway of life, nigga it's sharp in my sight
Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches
everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned
I would turn green, me, bein in the trenches
Him, livin adventureous not worryin about expenditures
I'm bravin temperatures below zero, no hero
No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga
But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure
is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my liver
Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be calm but I'm gon' get richer
through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the
picture
Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures
Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz
Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious
Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures
Niggaz, say it's the dawn/Don but I'm superstitious
Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted
I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz actin too
suspicious
This is, food for thought, you do the dishes
you know him and B are somewhere living it up sighs, happy birthday hov.
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