[Jay-Z]
You gotta let this one breathe Just
Just let it breathe for a second
I`m not trying to give you, no advice
Yup, Hovi`s home! The newest addition to The Roc, M.O.P.
I don`t claim to be
The Blueprint 2 is on it`s way
Noooooooooo philosopher
I know y`all hear my footsteps out there, I`m comin
But I sure know, this is life
Let`s go get `em Just!
[Lil` Fame]
Time to dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAH)
Dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAAAAAAAHHH!)
You don`t know, what you`re doing - doing - doing - doing..
It`s the Mo` P. (YES!!) And the zip code is 1 (1) 2 (3)
THREE, and motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin
I`m still runnin with cats that rob
From the era of XL 80`s and hatchback Saabs
(SAME GAME!) Operation for this Industry Lockdown
We still tote hammers that go BLAK-OWW, run up if you wanna
Believe me dawg, these hammers with they owners
Fuck ya G up, have ya with blue Pampers in a coma, and
Your family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
A little fuck, shriveled up, with a hospital gown on
(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!) Keep pushin we fell bastards
To get over, we prowl with slippery shell tactics
Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
Lil` niglette! What the fuck you recordin, My Nig` Jr.?
(THE GAME AIN`T CHANGED!) It just got harder
Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S dot Carter
Brownsville (YEP!) We stomp through this bitch all day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage
[Billy Danze]
Uh, uh, uh
I`m from the G side of thangs (OHH) where we ride and bang
With a heat dat`ll flame, that`s how we got the name
(WARRIORS!) Embedded in ya brains
And someone should be tellin `em the veterans have came
And we`re better in the game, YOU BET I`LL MAKE IT RAIN
(27 a gram) My man, it`s better than cocaine
Now everything will change and this Family will rule the world
And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and earl!
A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine
So it`s my time to shine and for you to ride the pine
I wont sit back and rap like these dumb-ass kids
I been around, I put it down, I aint these young-ass kids
(M.O.P.) The O.G.`s repped and survived around this motherfucker
(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherfucker
When it`s crunch time, we do it our wizzay
For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols in B.K.
[Jay-Z]
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
MO` fire, more Roc-a-wear attire
MO` money, MO` murder now that M.O.P.`s hired
MO` further for the Roc Empire, y`all won`t serve us
Y`ALL nervous, know them guns on full service, ready to fire
One body, two body, three body, four
Young sittin on paper, I`m above the law
Young shittin on haters, I ain`t fuckin with y`all
For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?
And it just get worser, every time I sign my signature in cursive
Just add another million to these verses
One million, two million, three million, four
And the money`s really worthless, I`m pissin you off on purpose
My nephew`s situated, and my mom is straight
So I`m ready for whatever drama should come my way
And you niggaz rappin to me, so your drama is fake
You dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bake
You dudes is cake, I keep two biscuits on the waist
Razor blades under the tongue, I will eat your face
Appetite for destruction, I am starvin today
Got a money hungry lawyer that`ll eat the case
And that`s just food for thought, don`t let it go to waste
Nigga bite the bullet until you stuffin ya face, ha
I done forgot more than you ever learned
What you don`t know will make your home a permanent urn, nigga!
Do you believe it!!
You don`t know, what you`re doing - doing - doing - doing..
Do you believe it!!
You don`t know, what you`re doing - doing - doing - doing..
Do you believe it!!
