Jay-z - Reservoir dogs

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Reservoir dogs Jay-z

[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 Visitas: 165

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