1.Public Service Announcement - Interlude
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella
Records
'Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity
that I present this recording, as a living testiment and
recollection
of history in the making during our generation.'
Allow me to re-introduce myself
My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!
Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire
I be the, music biz number one supplier
Flyer／flier than a piece of paper bearin my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right
Hov', OH - not D.O.C.
But similar to them letters, 'No One Can Do it Better'
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homey Strict told me, 'Dude finish your breakfast'
So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude
with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors {＊laughing＊}
This ain't a movie dog(oh shit)
'Now before I finish, let me just say
I did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress
you
Because to tell you the truth when I leave here I'm GONE!
And I don't care WHAT you think about me - but just remember,
when it hits the fan brother, whether it's next year, ten years,
twenty years from now, you're gonna be able to say
that these brothers lied to you JACK!'
Ving ain't lie
I done came through the block in everything that's fly
I'm like, Che Guevara with bling on, I'm complex
I never claimed to have wings on
Nigga I get mine - by any means on whenever there's a drought
Get your umbrellas out because, that's when I brainstorm
You can blame Shawn, but I ain't invent the game
I just rolled the dice, tryin to get some change
And I do it twice, ain't no sense in me
lyin as if, I am a different man
And I could blame my environment but
there ain't no reason why I be buyin expensive chains
Hope you don't think youse as hardy
Only a fews-us niggaz, gettin high within the game
If you do then, how would you explain？
I'm ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veins
I got a hustler spirit, nigga period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
And you can try to change but that's just the top layer
Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here
Only God can judge me, so I'm gone
Either love me, or leave me alone
Now, back to our regular scheduled program
'Le Album Noir' 'The Black Album'
2.Run This Town - feat. RihannaKanye West( - feat. )
Feel it coming in the air
Hear the screams from everywhere
I'm addicted to the the thrill
It's a dangerous love affair
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who gon' run this town tonight
Is who gon' run this town tonight
We gon' run this town
We are, yeah, I said it, we are
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Get y'all fatigues on, all black everything
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
And our girls are blackbirds, riding with they Dillingers
I get more in-depth if you boys really real enough
This is La Familia, I'll explain later
But for now, let me get back to this paper
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back
I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah, I'm talking five comma six zeroes dot zero, here girl
Back to running circles 'round niggas, now we squared up
Hold up
Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
So I keep doing my own thing
Walking tall against the rain
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don't give up now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who gon' run this town tonight
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
Who gon' run this town tonight？
We are, yeah, I said it, we are
You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar
Please follow the leader, so Eric B. we are
Microphone fiend, it's the return of the God, peace, God
And ain't nobody fresher
I'm in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela
On the table, screaming fuck the other side, they jealous
We got a bankhead full of broads, they got a table full of
fellas
(Ewww) And they ain't spendin' no cake
They should throw they hand in, 'cause they ain't got no spades
(Ewww) My whole team got dough
So my bankhead is lookin' like Millionaires' Row
(Ewww)
Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care
So I keep doing my own thing
Walking tall against the rain
Victory's within the mile
Almost there, don't give up now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who gon' run this town tonight
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
Who gon' run this town tonight？
It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
To everybody on your dick, no homo
I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos
Next time I'm in church, please no photos
Police escorts, everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This a fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think I rap for？ To push a fuckin' Rav 4？
But I know that if I stay stunting
All these girls only gon' want one thing
I could spend my whole life good will hunting
Only good gon' come is it's good when I'm coming
She got an ass that'll swallow up her G-string
And up top, uh, two bee stings
And I'm beasting, off the re-sling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that you do bring
I'm just tryna change the color on your mood ring
Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoestrings？
What's that, Ye？ Baby, these heels
Is that a May-what？ Baby, these wheels
You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill
You feelin' like you run it, huh？
Now you know how we feel
Wha'sup？
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
Wha'sup？
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-yeah, ey-ey-ey-yeah
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-yeah
We gon' run this town tonight
Wha'sup？
3.'03 Bonnie ＆ Clyde - feat. Beyonce Knowles('03 - feat. )
Uhh uhh uhh
You ready B？ Let's go get 'em
Look for me! Young, B
Cruisin down the westside(High, way)
Doing what we like to do(Our, way)
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
all of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl with me
I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's true to the
heart
She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during 'Sex and the City'
She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
'Cause mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us？
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B
(Me and my girlfriend)
(Me and my boyfriend)
girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
(Me and my boyfriend)
The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin
with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin
Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin
It won't be that; oh no it won't be that
I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid
I keep you workin at Hermes, Burking Bag
Manolo Blahnik Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
so don't let the necessary occur, yep!
(Me and my girlfriend)
(Me and my boyfriend)
girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
(Me and my boyfriend)
(Talk to 'em B)
If I was your girlfried
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if that somebody was me(That somebody was me)
Yeah-hee(Break it down for 'em B)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
(Me and my boyfriend)
girlfriend
(Me and my girlfriend)
(Me and my boyfriend)
4.Encore
Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
Now can I get an encore, do you want more
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
Now what the hell are you waitin for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
Who you know fresher than Hov'？ Riddle me that
The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
Can't none of y'all mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you Young, what the fuck you expect？ Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God damn your man Hov' cracked the can open again
Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration
Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
{What the hell are you waiting forrrr？}
Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years(yea)
As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It ain't to play games witchu
It's to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing(one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muh'fucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore
OWWWW! It's star time
This man is MEAN! He's KILLIN all y'all jive turkeys
Do y'all want more of the Jigga man？
Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man
Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage
Say Hova, c'mon say it!
HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there？
Are y'all out there？ C'mon, louder!
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin bout
They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!
I like the way this one feel
It's so muh'fuckin soulful man!
(Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Yeah okay
So this here is the victory lap
Then I'm lea-vin, that's how you get me back
After a year of them 16's, it's one point two
And that's two point four, and I'm only doin two
You want in the game, attention new dudes
I can get you BET and TRL too
You wanna be in the public, send your budget
Well fuck it, I ain't budgin!
Young did it to death, you gotta love it
Record companies told me I couldn't cut it
Now look at me, all star-studded
Golfer above par like I putted
All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
How sick is this？
You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust
Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit
A little somethin like this, WOO!
{What the hell are you waiting forrrr？}
5.I Just Wanna Love U - Give It 2 Me( - )
Let's go
Hov
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova
I'm a hustler baby(I'm a hustler)
I just want you to know(Wanna let you know)
It aint where I been(It aint where I been)
But where I'm bout to go(Top of the world)
Now I just wanna love you(Just wanna love you)
But be who I am(you know you love me)
And with all this cash(mo' money, mo' problems])
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullsh＊t me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
When the Remi's in the system
Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em
That's what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, I replace them
Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
And I wish I never met her at all
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullsh＊t me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullsh＊t me
Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage
You wanna see how far I'ma go
How, much I'm a spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Crist', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fu＊k it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullsh＊t me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullsh＊t me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby(uh, Hov')
I just want you to know(Hov')
It aint where I been
But where I'm bout to go(Hov', Hov')
Now I just wanna love you(young Hova)
But be who I am(know you love me)
And with all this cash(mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll forget your man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullsh＊t me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullsh＊t me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh
6.Izzo(H. O. V. A. )
Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the
astonishing...
H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A...
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...HOVE!
Thanks for comin' out tonightYou coulda been anywhere in the
world, but
you're here with me
appreciate that...uuunnnh...
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in PA
Was herbin' em in the home o' the terripans
Got it dirt cheap for themPlus if they was short wit' cheese I
would work
wit' them
Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' emH to the izz-O, V to the
izz-A
Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so greasyCan't leave rap alone
the game
needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
Therefore he doesn't exist
So poof...vamoose son of a bitch
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP!
Holla at me...
I do this for my culture
To let 'em know what a nigga look like...
when a nigga in a roaster
Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures
Industry shady it need to be taken over
Label owners hate me I'm raisin' the status quo up
I'm overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush
Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us
We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks
Yeah...
Hove is back, life stories told through rap
Niggas actin' like I sold you crack
Like I told you sell drugs...no...
Hove did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that
I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats
Smokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofa
Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave
Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk
Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed？
Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law
So you know I seen it all before
I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight
To try and to fail, the two things I hate
Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
What else can I say about dude, I gets bizzay
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
7.D. O. A. - Death Of Auto - Tune( Auto - Tune )
Only nigga to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin, begin
This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
This should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making going make it the great depression
All y'all lack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence
This ain't a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made it just for Flex and...
... Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You niggas' jeans too tight
You colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black for a year straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 1 hundred
This is for Hot 97
This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in
Nigga this shit violent
Death of autotune, moment of silence
This shit need a verse from Jeezy
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a blood, let a crip walk on it
Fifty thou' to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singing too much
Get back to rap you t-paining too much
I'm a multi-millionaire
So how is it I'm still the hardest here
I don't be in the project hallway talking about how I be in the
project all day
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me
Nigga just get violent
This is death of autotune moment of silence
8.99 Problems(99)
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's 'Money, Cash, Hoes'
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those？
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos＊
You'd celebrate the minute you was havin dough
I'm like fuck 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 play my hits - well I don't give a shit, SO!
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers!
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or(hmm)
bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't tryin to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the road
'Son do you know why I'm stoppin you for？'
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Or do I look like a mindreader sir？ I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'？
'Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four;
license and registration and step out of the car -
are you carryin a weapon on you？ I know a lot of you are'
I ain't steppin out of shit, all my papers legit
'Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit？'
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
'Aren't you sharp as a tack! You should try out
for lawyer or somethin, somebody important or somethin'
Child I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
'Well we'll see how smart you are when the canine comes'
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try an' push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin and
he and his boys gon' be yappin to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
Fiends on the floor, scratchin again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassin them
Tryin to play the boy like he's saccharin
But ain't nuttin sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me!
.. Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh
Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha ha!
You crazy for this one Rick! It's your boy!
9.Empire State Of Mind - feat. Alicia Keys( - feat. )
yeah
Yeah I'm out that Brooklyn.
Now I'm down in Tribeca.
Right next to DeNiro
But I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra
And since I made it here
I can make it anywhere
(Yeah they love me everywhere)
I used to cop in Harlem
All of my Dominicanos(Hey yo)
Right there off of Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonalds
Took it to my stash spot
560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like Simmons whipping Pastry
Cruising down 8th street
Off-white Lexus
Driving so slow
(but BK, it's from Texas!!)
Me I'm out that BedStuy
Home of that boy Biggie
now I live on Billboard
and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ta-ta
Still sipping Mai Tais
Sitting courtside
Knicks and Nets give me high-5
N＊＊ga, I be Spiked out
I could trip a referee
...tell by my attitude that I'm MOST DEFINITELY FROM...
New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do,
Now you're in New York!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
I made you hot n-gga,
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,
sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can,
you should know I bleed Blue, but I ain't a crip tho,
but I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though,
welcome to the melting pot,
corners where we selling rocks,
Afrika bambaataa sh-t,
home of the hip hop,
yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back,
for foreigners it ain't fitted act like they forgot how to act,
8 million stories out there and they're naked,
city it's a pity half of y'all won't make it,
me I gotta plug a special and I got it made,
If Jeezy's payin LeBron, I'm paying Dwayne Wade,
3 dice cee-lo
3 card marley,
Labor Day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade,
long live the king yo,
I'm from the Empire State thats
In New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do,
Now you're in New York!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Welcome to the bright light..
Lights is blinding,
girls need blinders
so they can step out of bounds quick,
the side lines is blind with casualties,
who sip the lite casually, then gradually become worse,
don't bite the apple Eve,
caught up in the in crowd,
now you're in-style,
and in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out,
the city of sin is a pity on a whim.
good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them,
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out,
everybody ride her, just like a bus route,
Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin,
and Jesus can't save you life starts when the church ends,
came here for school, graduated to the high life,
ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight,
MDMA got you feeling like a champion,
the city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do,
Now you're in New York!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city,
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
no place in the World that can compare,
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh
come on, come,
yeah,
New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do,
Now you're in New York!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
10.Dirt Off Your Shoulder
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatest
Turn the music up in the headphones
Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga
I got you, yeah
If you feelin like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggaz is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche
Feelin no remorse, feelin like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law, nigga grippin ma balls
Stab the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin
All the ballers is bouncin, they like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin, off the track that I'm makin
But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots
Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block
Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block
I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the Roc
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder
Your homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch, tryin to get me a Rover
Tryin to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir
Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya
But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin
Now fifty-two bars come it, now you feel 'em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two bras come out, now you chillin
with a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve
At the 40 40 club, ESPN on the screen
paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real
Nigga.
Your boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map
Me and my beautiful beeeeeeeitch in the back of that 'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggaz scared of that black
I drop that Black--Album then I, back--out it
As the best rapper alive nigga axe about me
From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys
The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie
You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin out the Garden in a day
I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'
I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony
Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me？
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatest
Best rapper alive, best rapper alive
11.Hard Knock Life - Ghetto Anthem -
Check the bassline out, uh-huh
Jigga(bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh
Let it bump though
It's the hard knock life(uh-huh) for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada Treated,we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!
From standin on the corners boppin
to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
fleein the murder scene, you know me well
from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail？ Fuck naw
Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
let's stick up the world and split it fifty／fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter
nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!
I flow for those 'dro'ed out; all my niggaz
locked down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay
tuition
I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots
All my ballers that's born to clock
Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not
I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin on futons and cots
to King Size, dream machines, the green fives
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down type braile
I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we
homies
I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit!
I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin
I'm tryin to murder everything movin, feel me？!
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated,we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated , we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!
I don't how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress
you'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!
.. It's the hard knock life!!
.. It's the hard knock life!!
12.Show Me What You Got
This is a state of emergency,
What you want me to do, I'm sorry
I'm back
Show me what you got lil momma
Show me what you got pretty lady
Show me what you got Shawty
Show me what you got Baby
Hands up and wave, wave, wave and wave
Give the drummer some shit
I already gave teh summer some
It's the winter's turn
Hovi hov is the coldest
It just gets better with time
I'm like Opus One, young
No two alike like a snowflake
Okay, show me what you got babe
Words are slurring, engine purring
Mami fronting but I'm so determined
Shots of Patron, now she in a zone
I ain't talking bout the two three
Mami in a zone like the homie 2 3
Jordan or James
Makes no difference we all balling insane
Nigga I am the Mike Jordan of recording
You might wanna fall from recording
Shit that you write is not important so it forced him
To go for the hype for being brave and
They applaused him
But misery I will assure him
Ahh baby just ignore him
Truth or dare Mami listen and learn
I got a drop, I just took off the top
It's your turn
H-O-V-A
Gold bottles of that ace of spades
Why een fool with these other guys
They all stingy
All these dudes know how to say is give me
Give me some head
Give me some brain
Give me your number
Give me your name
But if i get one night baby girl I swear
Make you tell these dudes
Gimme gotcha here
I'll take you shopping
Take long trips
I'll take the cork off
You can take sips
I'll take you there
Take my time, I'll take your clothes off
Take off mine
Ma, show me what you got
Hovi in the spot
Tried to tell you I was hot
Tell these other dudes it's a wrap
Get the fuck out of the throne
You clone, the kings's back
13.Roc Boys - And The Winner Is...
And the winner is Hov...my man？ SPEECH!
First of all I wan' thank my connect
The most important person with all due respect
Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge
The first pusher whoever made the stash
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling I'm feeling life
Thanks to the lames, niggas bad aim
Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds will stop your bafoonery
Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy
To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend
Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly you, the customer
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life
You don't even gotta bring ya paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
(We in the house, hou-, hou-)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
(We in the house, hou-, hou-)
(We in the house, hou-, hou-, HEY)
Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don't know the feeling when them things get across
Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cold, jewels got no flaws
Drop got no top, you on the top floor
Pink Rosay, think OJ
I get away with murder when I sling yay
Niggas got less steps then Britney
That means it ain't stepped on, dig me？
Red Porsches, rare portraits
Red glocks if you dare come near the fortress
This apple sauce is from the apple orchid
This kinda talk is only reserved for the bosses
Which means I get it from the ground
Which means you get it when I'm around
Rich niggas, black bar mitzvahs
Mazel tav, it's a celebration bitches, la heim
I wish for you a hundred years of success but it's my time
Cheers, toast to crime
Number one b-boy, chain nigga rhyme
Sweet, let that ride out!
Bring the horns back in, yeah
This is black super hero music right here baby
American Gangsta
Taking flight, coming to a town near you
Soon as I touch down I just want ya'll to start playing the
horns like...
Hovies home...Lukey baby
Hahahahaha...ow!
14.Big Pimpin'
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin cheese
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
'Cause I don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' feed 'em
First time they fuss I'm breezin'
Talkin' 'bout, 'What's the reasons？'
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe 'em
In the cut where I keep 'em
'Till I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' 'em up
Let 'em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
So you can be livin it up？
Shit I, parts with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman？
Not for nothin', never happen
I'll be forever mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check 'em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yea
And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check 'em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yea
We doin'.. big pimpin', we spendin' cheese
Check 'em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin'.. big pimpin' up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We doin - big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin.. big pimpin' up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Nigga it's the big southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black barrio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nar-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', they say, 'There he go'
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little
hit
Go read a book you ill literate son of a bitch and step up your
vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo' slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad
you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin'
then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet with 2 pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like o-zone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool
We be.. big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be.. big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We be.. big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
'Cause we be.. big pimpin', spendin' cheese
And we be.. big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be.. big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga
Uhh.. smokin' out, pourin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise
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