1.Interlude(In The Black Album)
This is a public survice announcement sponsored by Just blaze
and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records.
Fellow Americans, It is with the upmost pride and sincerity that
I present this recording as a militestament and recollection of
history in the making during our generation.
(Jay-Z)
Allow me to re-introduce myself, My name is HOV
H to the O-V, I used to move snowflakes by the O.Z.,
I guess even back then you can call me,
C.E.O of the R.O.C HOV,
Fresh out the frying pan into the fire,
I be the, music biz number 1 supplier
Flier than a piece or paper bearing my name,
Got the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain, thats right
HOV
Not D.O.C, but similar to the letters no-one can do it better
I check cheddar like a food inspector,
My homie Strict to me dude finish yo breakfast,
So thats what I'ma do take u back to the dude with the Lexus
fast forward the jewels and the necklace,
Let me tell u dudes what i do to protect this,
Shoot at u actors like movie directors
(Ha-Ha This aint a movie dog)
Now before i finish let me just say i did not come here to show
out, I did not come here to impress you because tell u the truth
when i leave here
I'm GONE and i dont care what u think about me but just remember
when it hits the fan brother whether its next year, ten years,
twenty years from now you'll never be able to say that these
brothers lied to you JACK.
(Jay-Z)
Ving aint lie, I done came thru the block in everything thats
fly,
I'm like Chagaverre wit bling on, I'm complex.
I never claim to have wings on, nigga I get mine
By any means on wheneva there's a drought get yo umbrellas out
because thats when i brainstorm,
U can blame Sean but i aint invent the game,
I just rolled the dice trying to get some change,
And i do it twice aint no since of me lying as if I am a
different man,
And i can blame my emviroment but there aint no reason why i be
buying expensive chains.
I hope you dont think users are the only abusers niggas gettin
high within the game.
If you do then how would u explain I'm ten years a move, still
the vibe is in my veins.
I gotta hustler spirit, nigga period.
Look at my hat yo peep the way i wear it,
Look at my swag yo i walk like a ball player,
No matter where u go u are what u are player,
And u can try to change but thats just the top layer,
Man u was who u was before u got here,
Only GOD can judge me so I'm gon,
Either love me or leave me alone.
Now back to our regular scheduled program.
(Le Album Noir) The Black Album.
2.December 4th
Sean Carter was born December 4th
Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces
He was the last of my 4 children
The only one who didn't give me any pain when i gave birth to
him
And that's how i knew that he was a special child
They say 'they never really miss you til you dead or you gone'
So on that note i'm leaving after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long
Atleast let me tell you why i'm this way, Hold on
I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the Siccamore tree
Which makes me
A more sicker M.C. and my momma would claim
At 10 pounds when i was born i didn't give her no pain
Although through the years i gave her her fair share
I gave her her first real scare
I made it from birth and i got here
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose
I ain't perfect i care
But i feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear
Now i'm just scratchin the surface cause what's burried under
there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school got good grades could behave when i wanted
But i had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted
Hold on
Shawn was a very shy child growing up
He was into sports
And a funny story is
At 4 he taught hisself how to ride a bike
A two wheeler at that
Isn't that special？
But, i noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up
Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my momma couldn't beat me
Hard enough to match the pain of my pops not seeing me, SO
With that distain in my membrain
Got on my pimp game
Fuck the world my defense came
Then Dahaven introuced me to the game
Spanish Jose introduced me to cane
I'm a hustler now
My gear is in and i'm in the in crowd
And all the wavey light skinned girls is lovin me now
My self esteem went through the roof man i got my swag
Got a volvo from this girl when her man got bagged
Plus i hit my momma with cash from a show that i had
Supposedly knowin nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm geting ahead of myself, by the way, i could rap
That came second to me movin this crack
Gimme a second i swear
I will say about my rap career
Til 96 came niggas i'm here
Good-bye
Shawn use to be in the kitchen
Beating on the table and rapping
And um, until the wee hours of the morning
And then i bought him a boom box
And his sisters and brothers said he would drive them nuts
But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble
Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adreneline rush
Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush
And you in a drop your so easy to touch
No two days are alike
Except the first and fifteenth pretty much
And 'trust' is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up
And the drought to find a man when the well dries up
You learn to work the water without workin thirst til die YUP
And niggas get tied up for product
And little brothers ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got em
And this was the stress i live with til i decided
To try this rap shit for a livin
I Pray i'm forgiven
For every bad decision i made
Every sister i played
Cause i'm still paranoid to this day
And it's nobody fault i made the decisions i made
This is the life i chose or rather the life that chose me
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when i fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when i fade to black
3.What More Can I Say？
(Are you not entertained？)
(Are..you..not..entertained？)
(Is this not why you're here？)
Uh, Uh, Huh
Turn the music up
Turn me down
Guru...Lets go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop is hot
Or this strong
With so many different flows
This ones for this song
The next one i'll switch up
This one will get bit up
These fucks
To lazy to make up shit
They crazy
They don't...paint pictures
They just trace me
You know what
Soon they forget who they plucked
They whole style from
And try to reverse the outcome
I'm like...CLUCK
I'm not a biter
I'm a writter
For myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse i'm only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough
I'm big enough to do it
I'm that therough
Plus i know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and things you sing about
Bring em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth
I'm in...New sneakers
Deuce seaters
A few Diva's
What more can i tell you
Let me spell it for you
W-I-Double L-I-E
Nobody truer than H-O-V
And i'm back for more
New Yorks ambassador
Prime Minister back to finish my business up
What more can i say？
What more can i do？
I give this all to you
I know this much is true
My Life
(Look at my life)
(See what i see)
You already know what i'm about
Flyin birds down south
Movin wet off the step
Purple Rain in the drought
Stuntin on hoes
Brushin off my shirt
But ain't nothin on my clothes
'Cept my chain
My name
Young H-O
Pitch the yea faithful
Even if they patrol i make payroll
Benz paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Kayko's
Chrys case loads
I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live i can't let a day go
Bye
Without me being fly
Fresh to death
Head to toe until the day i rest
And i don't wear jerseys i'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups
S dots on my feet
Makes my cycle complete
What more can i say Guru play the beat
We gonna let this ride into the hook
I'mma snap my fingers on this one
What more can i say to you？
Get my grown man on
LET'S GO
(What more can i say？)
Now you know ass is willie
When they got you in a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lilly
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly
It's both
I don't mean to boast
But damn if i don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like i ain't on they ads
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it
And no i'm not through with it
In fact i'm just previewin it
This ain't the show i'm just EQ'in it
One, Two and i won't stop abusin it
To gropie girls stop false accusin it
Back to the music
The mayback roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem Houston
What up B
They can't shut up me
Shut down I
Not even P.E.
I'mma ride
God forgive me for my brash deivery
But i remember vivily
What these streets did to me
So picture me
Lettin these clowns nit pick at me
Paint me like a pickiny
I will literally
Kiss Tee-Tee in the forhead
Tell her please forgive me
Then squeeze until your forhead
I'm not the one to score points off
In fact
I got a joint to knock your points off
Young
Hova the God nigga blast for me
I'm at the Trump International
Ask for me
I ain't never scared
I'm everywhere
You ain't never there
Nigga why would i ever care
Pound for pound i'm the best to ever come around here
Excluding nobody
Look what i embody
The soul of a hustler i really ran the street
I CEO's mine
That marketing plan was me
And no i ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And i ain't animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact i went plat a bunch of times
Times that by my influence
On pop culutre
I supposed to be number one on everybodys list
We'll see what happens when i no longer exist
Fuck this
(What more can i say？)
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？}
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 MADE! 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？ [crowd chants 'HO-VA!
HO-VA!']
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)
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 wanted to gain 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.Change Clothes(Feat.Pharrell)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, your boy is back
(Sexy sexy) I know y'all miss the bounce
Need to bounce for the sexy you know
Yeah ma, your dude is back, Maybach coupe is back
Tell the whole world the truth is back
You ain't got to argue about who could rap
Cause the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for stacks
I know the world glued you back to the wall
You gotta brawl to that
I been through that, been shot at shoot back
Gotta keep it peace like a Buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody 'gon Wesley Snipe me
It's less than likely, move back
Let I breathe Jedi knight
The more space I get the better I write
(Oh) Never I write, but, if, ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now just
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to death I
brought you from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change
numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's
just me
And I 'gon tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we could make this a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give afropuffs like R.A.G.E.
Awww you get If you could move it
Back it on up like a U Haul truck
Then run and tell them thugs you heard Hovi knew
He and the boy Phareal make beautiful music
He is to the east coast what Snoop is, to the west coast what
Face is to Houston
Young Hov in the house it's so necessary
No bra with the blouse it's so necessary
No panties and jeans that's so necessary
Now why you fronting on me is that necessary
Do I to you look like a lame
Who don't understand a broad with a mean shoe game
Whose up on Dot Dot Dot and Vera Wang
Ma are you insane, let's just
(Woman speaking： What you want me to do？)
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to death I
brought you from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change
numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's
just me
Uh, uh (Sexy sexy) Woo! (Ah ah!!!)
Uh huh (Sexy sexy) It's so necessary right) (Ah ah!!!)
Uh huh, woo! (Sexy sexy) That's right it's a groove (Ah ah!!!)
Uh huh, it's a groove (Sexy sexy) bring it back (Ah ah!!!!)
Young Hovi in the house it's so necessary
No bra with that blouse it's so necessary
No panties and jeans it's so necessary
Why you fronting on me？
Let's go to my hotel cause this don't go well
With those S Dots, try to stay fresh ma
Ma, I don't shop what the rest by
Oh no ma please respect ma
Jiggy this is probably purple label
Or that BBC or it's probably tailored
But y'all niggas acting way to tough
Throw on a suit get it tapered up, and let's just
(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to death I
brought you from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change
numbers and go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's
just me
(Ah ah!!!) Uh uh (Sexy sexy) sing along (Ah ah!!!)
Yeah, uh (Sexy sexy) turn your radio up (Ah ah!!!)
Woo! (Sexy sexy) Put your hands in the air if your in the car
(Ah ah!!!)
Uh! Snap your fingers now (Sexy sexy) woo, uh (Ah ah!!!)
Uh, uh, your boy is back
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh, the bounce is back
Uh, uh, woo, uh Hov is back, peace!!!
6.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 grip'n my balls
All 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 out, now you feel 'em
Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling
In case fifty-two broads 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
I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for real
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 ask 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
7.Threat
yeah...
i done told you niggas 9, 10 times stop fuckin wit me...
i done told you niggas 9 albums stop fuckin wit me...
i done told you niggas i got the 9 on me stop fuckin wit me...
you niggas must got 9 lives... 9th wonder...
i put that knife in ya... take little bit of life from ya
am i frightenin ya？ shall i continue？
i put that gun to ya, i let it sing you a song
i let it hum to you, the other one sing along
now it's a duet and you wet when you check out
the tech-nique, from the two teks and i only need two lips
to blow just like a trumpet you dumb shit...
this is a unusual musical i conductor
you looking at the black warren buffet so all critics could duck
sick...
i don't care if you c. dolores tucker or you bill o'reilly
you only riling me up... for 3 years they had me peeing out of a
cup
now they 'bout to free me up what you think i'm gon be what
rehabilitated man i still feel hatred
i'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked but...
you never had me like christina aguiler-ey
but catch me down the west side driving like halle berry,
on the F.D.R. in the seat of my car
screaming out the sunroof 'death to y'all' you can't kill me...
i live forever through these bars i put the wolves on ya
i put a price on your head, the whole hood'll want ya
you're starting to look like bread, i send them boys at ya
i ain't talking bout feds nigga them body snatchers
nigga you heard what i said
i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning...
put your smarts on the side of your garment...
nigga stop fuckin wit me...
R... I.... P...
grown man i put hands on you,
i dig a hole in the desert then build the sands on you,
lay out blue print plans on you
we rat pack niggas let sam tap dance on you then
i'll sinatra shot ya goddamn you
i'll put the boy in the box
like david blaine let the audience watch it ain't a thang...
y'all wish it was frontin i george bush the button,
for the oil in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
your boy got the goods ya don't want none of it like,
castor oil i castor troy you,
change your face or the bullets change all that for you...
y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets
please don't make me park it in your upper level,
valet a couple strays from the .38 special nigga
God bless you...
i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning...
put your smarts on the side of your garment...
nigga stop fuckin wit me...
R... I.... P...
when the gun is tucked un-tucked nigga you die
it's like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I
i'm the one thus meaning no one must try
no 2 no 3 no 4 know why？
because one's 4-5 might blow your high
you ain't gotta go to church you get to know yo' God,
it's a match made in heaven when i (POP) play the seven
put you on the nigga news UPN and eleven...
where you been you ain't heard, got the word that i'm (POP POP)
that i'm so sincerrrre...
i'm especially joe pesci wit' it friend
i will kill you commit suicide and kill you again...
i make them wait for you til 5 in the morning...
put your smarts on the side of your garment...
nigga stop fuckin wit me...
R... I.... P...
8.Moment Of Clarity
(Woooooo)
(Yeah)
(Turn the music up turn the lights down i'm in my zone)
Thank God for grantin me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty
The world'll feel my truths
Through my Hard Knock Life time
My Gift and The Curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work
So you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt
(Yall can't fill my shoes)
From my Blueprint beginnings
To that Black Album endin
Listen close you hear what i'm about
Nigga feel my truths
When pop died
Didn't cry
Didn't know him that well
Between him doin heroin
And me doin crack sales
With that in the egg shell
Standin at the tabernacle
Rather the church
Pratendin to be hurt
Wouldn't work
So a smirk was all on my face
Like damn that mans face was just like my face
So pop i forgive you
For all the shit that i live through
It wasn't all your fault
Homie you got caught
And to the same game i fault
That Uncle Ray lost
My big brothers and so many others i saw
I'm just glad we got to see each other
Talk and re-meet each other
Save a place in Heaven
Til the next time we meet forever
The music business hate me
Cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers and boosters embrace me
And the music i be makin
I dumb down for my audience
And double my dollars
They criticize me for it
Yet they all yell 'Holla'
If skills sold
Truth be told
I'd probably be
Lyricly
Talib Kweli
Truthfully
I wanna rhyme like Common Sense
(But i did five Mil)
I ain't been rhymin like Common since
When your sense got that much in common
And you been hustlin since
Your inception
Fuck perception
Go with what makes sense
Since
I know what i'm up against
We as rappers must decide what's most impor-tant
And i can't help the poor if i'm one of them
So i got rich and gave back
To me that's the win, win
The next time you see the homie and his rims spin
Just know my mind is workin just like them
(The rims that is)
My homie Sigel's on a tier
Where no tears should fall
Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is ball
Til we all got triangles on our wall
He ain't just rappin for the platinum
Yall record
I recall
Cause i really been there before
Four scores and seven years ago
Prepared to flow
Prepare for war
I shall fear no man
You don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go
In one ear out the other ear
NO
YO
My balls and my word is alls i have
What you gonna do to me？
Nigga scars'll scab
What you gonna box me homie？
I can dodge and jab
Three shots couldn't touch me
Thank God for that
I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK nigga holla back
9.99 Problems
If you're 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 they 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 ya zapatos
You'd be celebrating 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
I 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 ritches niggas I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
99 problems but the bitch aint one
If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
The year's '94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law
I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm)
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jay.
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So I...pull over to the side of the road
I heard 'Son do you know why I'm stoppin' you for？'
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low？
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo'？
'Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo' '
'Liscense 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 paper's legit
'Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit？'
Well my glove compartment is locked so are 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 some type of lawyer or
something'？'
'Or somebody important or somethin'？'
Nah, I ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
'We'll see how smart you are when the K9 come'
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
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 strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is I'ma get to clappin
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
Paparatzi's with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harrasin' them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain't nothin sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems beeing a bitch ain't one
Hit me
You're crazy for this one Rick
It's your boy
10.Public Service Announcement(Interlude)
This is a public survice announcement sponsored by Just blaze
and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records.
Fellow Americans, It is with the upmost pride and sincerity that
i present this recording as a militestament and recollection of
history in the making during our generation.
(Jay-Z)
Allow me to re-introduce myself, My name is HOV
H to the O-V, I used to move snowflakes by the O.Z.,
I guess even back then you can call me,
C.E.O of the R.O.C HOV,
Fresh out the frying pan into the fire,
I be the, music biz number 1 supplier
Flier than a piece or paper bearing my name,
Got the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain, thats right
HOV
Not D.O.C, similar to the letters no one can do it better
I check cheddar like a food inspector,
My homie Strip to me dude finish yo breakfast,
So thats what I'ma do take u back to the dude with the Lexus
fast forward the jewels and the necklace,
Let tell u dudes what i do to protect this,
Shoot at u actors like movie directors
(Ha-Ha This aint a movie dog)
Now before i finish let me just say i did not come here to show
out, I did not come here to impress you because tell u the truth
when i leave here
I'm GONE and i dont care what u think about me but just remember
when it hits the fan brother whether its next year, ten years,
twenty years from now you'll never be able to say that these
brothers lied to you JACK.
(Jay-Z)
Ving aint lie, I done came thru the block in everything thats
fly,
I'm like Chagaverre wit bling on, I'm complex.
I never claim to have wings on, nigga I get mine
By any means on wheneva there's a drought get yo umbrellas out
because thats when i brainstorm,
U can blame Sean but i aint invent the game,
I just rolled the dice trying to get some change,
And i do it twice aint no since of me lying as if I am a
different man,
And i can blame my emviroment but there aint no reason why i be
buying expensive chains.
I hope you dont think user are the only abusers niggas gettin
high within the game.
If you do then how would u explain I'm ten years a move, still
the vibe is in my veins.
I gotta hustler spirit, nigga period.
Check at my hat yo peep the way i wear it,
Check at my swag yo i walk like a ball player,
No matter where u go u are what u are player,
And u can try to change but thats just the top layer,
Man u was who u was for u got hair,
Only GOD can judge me so I'm gon,
Either love me or leave me alone.
Now back to our regular scheduled program.
(Le Album Noir) The Black Album.
11.Justify My Thug
Uhh, this feel right right here Quik
It's like it's 'sposed to happen this one right here
Young! God damn..
.. let me justify my thug on this one right here
It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock
Five six seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock
Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party bout to pop
Then - Roc-A-Fella y'all, it's your boy S. Dot
And I ain't never been to jail; I ain't never pay a nigga
to do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself
I will never tell even if it means sittin in a cell
I ain't never ran, never will
I ain't never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands
to himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt
I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth
Death before dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help
Foolish pride is what held me together through the years
I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself
I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've never knelt
before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell
'Til it's heaven
Justify my thug!
My thug.. (hoping..)
My thug.. (praying..) for you
to justify my thug!
My thug.. (hoping..)
My thug.. (praying..) for you..
Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill yo' cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap - know dat
For every action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin
Relaxin's what I'm about, but about mine
Don't be actin like you can't see street action
Take me back to +Reasonable Doubt+ time
You see my mind's on the finish line, facin the wreck
I put my muh'fuckin faith in the tec, tell Satan not yet
You understand I am chasin my breath
I am narrowly escapin my death, oh yes
I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster
Travellin Mach 5, barrelin, my power can stop God
God forgive me but I can't let them deliver me to you
Until, I won this race, then eventually
My engine gon' burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
However it turns out fine - red line!
They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don't make a right
But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just
one life
At what point does one fight？ (Good question right!)
'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs
When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag
When your options is none and the pen is all you have
or the block, niggaz standin tight, there's limits on the ave
Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash
But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast
Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up
Every other corner there's a liquor store - fuck is up？
12.Lucifer
Lucifer don of da mornin' im gonna chase you out of earth!
Lucifer, Lucifer don of da mornin'
Lucifer don of da mornin' im gonna chase you out of earth!
Lucifer don of da mornin'
(Kanyeeze you did it again you a genius nigga)
[So you niggas change your attitude 'fore they askin what
happened to you]
Lord forgive him
He got them dark forces in him
But he also got a rightous cause for sinnin
Them a murder me so i gotta murder them first
Emergency doctors performin procedures
Jesus
I ain't tryin to be facetious
But 'Vengance is mine' said the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on deaths door
Breathin off res-pir-rators
for killin my best boy, HATERS
On permenant hiatus as i escape
In the Maybach Benz
Fly this then Sanaa Lathan
Pumpin 'Brown Sugar' by D'Angelo
In Los Angeles
Like an evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you been readin your psalms and chapters
Payin your tithes being good Catholics
I'm comin
Lucifer, Lucifer don of da mornin' im gonna chase you out of
earth!
Lucifer, Lucifer sin of da mornin'
[See, See, See
I'm from the murder capitol where we murder for capital]
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin' im gonna chase you out of
earth!
Lucifer, Lucifer son of da mornin'
[See, See, See
So you niggas change your attitude 'for they askin what happened
to you]
Yes
This is Holy war
I wet cha all with the Holy water
Spray from the Heckler Koch auto
Matic all the static shall cease to exist
Like a sabbatical i throw a couple at you
Take six
Spread love to all of my dead thugs
I'll pour out a little Louie to a head above
Yes Sir
And when i perish
The meek shall inherit the earth
Until that time it's on a poppin Church
Like Don Bishop
The fifth upon cock either
Lift up your soul or give you the Holly ghost please
I leave ya in somebodys Cathedral
And stuntin like Evil Knievel
I'll let you see where that bright light lead you
The more you talk the more you irkin us
The more you gonna need memorial services
The Black Album's second verse is like
Devil's Pie save some dessert for us
Man i gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these Devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
They won't be happy til somebody dies
Man i gotta get my soul right
'Fore i'm locked up for my whole life
Evertime it seems it's all right
Somebody want they soul to rise
(I'll chase you off of this Earth)
I got dreams of holdin a Nine milla
To Bobs killa
Askin him 'why？' as my eyes fill up
These days i can't wake up with a dry pillow
Gone but not forgotten holmes i still feel ya
So...Curse the day that birthed the bastard
Who caused your Church mass
Reverse the crash
Reverse the blast
And reverse the car
Reverse the day, and there you are
Bob Allah
Lord forgive him we all have sinned
But Bobs a good dude please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that i long for revenge
Please blame it on the sun of the mournin
Thanks Again
13.Allure
young....it's the life
once again it's the life
yes
i don't know why I.....get so high off...get so high off.....get
so high; high off the life
Verse 1
the allure of breaking the law...is always too much for me to
ever ignore........
i got a thing for them big body benzes it dulls my senses.......
in love with a v-dub engine...
man i'm high off life fuck it i'm wasted bathing ape kicks
audemars piguet wrist....
my women friend get tennis bracelets....
trips to venice....get their winters replaced with....
the sun it aint even no fun no more i'm jaded....
man it's just the game i just play it to play it....
i put my feet in the in the footprints left to me without saying
a word...the ghetto's got a mental telepathy....
man my brother hustled so naturally....up next is me...but what
perplexes...
me shit i know how this movie ends..... still i play the
starring role in 'hovitos way' it's just life
Chorus
i solemly swear to change my approach.... stop shaving coke.....
stay away from hoes.....
put down the toast cause i be doin' the most...oh no! but
everytime i felt that was that.....
they call me right back...... they call me right back....... man
they call me right back... oh no!
Verse 2
i'm like a russian mobster drinking distilled vodka till i'm
under the feild with hoffa....
it's real... peel the top up like a toupe mix the water with the
soda turn the pie to make a soufle.....
all of yall can get it like group page in ya two way...... i'm
livin proof that crime do pay......
say horray to the bad guy and all the broads puttin' cars in
they name for the stars of the game......
puttin cain in they bras and their tomorrows on a train......
all in the name of love just to see that love locked in chains
and the family came.....
over the house to take back everything that they claimed ....but
even the worse pain is the distress learning you're the mistress
only after that love gets slain.....
and the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust now it
gets tough to ever love again.......
but the allure of the game keeps calling ya name and all the
laura's of the world i feel ya pain all the christi's in every
cities and tiffany lanes we all hustlers in love with the same
thang...... it's just life
Chorus
i solemly swear to change my approach.... stop shaving coke.....
stay away from hoes.....
put down the toast cause i be doin' the most...oh no! but
everytime i felt that was that.....
they call me right back...... they call me right back....... man
they call me right back... oh no!
Verse 3
i never felt more alive than ridin' shotgun in kleins green five
until the cops pull guns......
and try to smoke weed to gimme the fix i need what the game did
to my pulse with no results......
or you could treat ya nose and still won't come close......
the game is a light bulb with eleventy million volts and i'm
just a moth addicted to the floss when the doors lift from the
floor and the tops come off.....
by any means necessary whatever the cost even if it means lives
is lost........ and i can't explain why i just love to get high
drink like smoke the blueberry sky blink twice ......
i'm in the blueberry five you blink three times....... i may not
even be alive..... i mean james dean couldn't escape the allure
dying young leavin' a good lookin' corpse ...... of course
Chorus
i solemly swear to change my approach.... stop shaving coke.....
stay away from hoes.....
put down the toast cause i be doin' the most...oh no! but
everytime i felt that was that.....
they call me right back...... they call me right back....... man
they call me right back... oh no!
once again it's the life
yea I said it's the life
once again it's the life
oh no!
i don't know why I.....get so high off...get so high off.....get
so high; high off the life
14.My 1st Song
I'm just, tryin to stay above water y'know
Just stay busy, stay workin
Puff told me like, the key to this joint
The key to staying, on top of things
is treat everything like it's your first project, knahmsayin？
Like it's your first day like back when you was an intern
Like, that's how you try to treat things like, just stay hungry
Uhh, uhh, yes, yes
Y'all wanna know, why he don't stop
Y'all wanna know, why he don't flop
Let me tell you pe-eople why
Came from the bottom of the block I
When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit
Had to pull the opposite out this bitch
Had to get my ri-ide on
Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to
Had to had to get these chips
Had to make moves like Olajuwon
Started out sellin dimes and nicks
Graduated to a brick
No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip
Legendary like a schoolboy
Crushin merely nearly every every chick
Heavy shit - that's how schoolboy got whipped
And got left on some 'Just Me, Myself and I'
On some Trugoy shit
Had your boys threw place up, to a place of no return
Had to play with fire and get burned
Only way the boy ever gon' learn
Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn
Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned
It's my life - it's my pain and my struggle
The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as - when I came
It's my joy and my tears and the laughter it brings to me
It's my ev-ery-thing
Like I never rode in a limo
Like I just dropped flows to a demo
Like it's ninety-two again and
And I got O's in the rental
Back in the Stu' again, no problemo its a whole lot simple
When you think back, you thought that
you would never make it this far, then you
take advantage of the luck you handed
Or the talent, you been given
Ain't no, half steppin, ain't no, no slippin
Ain't no different from a block that's hidden
Gotta get it while the getting's good
Gotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stop
Then you gotta bid it, good riddance
Goodbye, this is my second major breakup
My first was, with a pager
With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the CANE
This one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortune
Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the FAME
It's my life - my pain and my struggle
The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as - when I came
It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me
It's my ev-ery-thing
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst like the first song I sang
Woo! It's like the blues - we gon' ride out on this one
Ta-tah, be-hah
Yo Hah, 'member you was makin them dashes
for them niggaa at radio and shit？
Clark Kent, that was good lookin out nigga
Carlene - who ever thought we'd make it this far homey？
Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin？ Lenny S
Dame whattup？ Robbin the bank
Niggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member uhh
You had that fucked up ass handwritin
You was writin all the numbers that we was spendin now
for the videos we was doin ourselves, whattup？
Original Flavor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shit
But we we still put it together
Bigs, whassup？ 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh
But y'all my nizzle, your dog peed on homey leg and shit
at his crib - I think that was Rudy
And they was havin a lil trouble with the pool
You and Ta-tah was laughin
Emory was there, whattup Emory？ What up Ta？
Hip-Hop, whattup man？
Ay, ay Hop, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh
You ain't have no muh'fuckin seat on your, on your bicycle
Now you uhh, the head of black music
That's what I'm talkin bout right there homey - G, whattup G？
Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc
Hey Guru, I know you spoiled man
I be takin them shits in one take
You gon' have to punch niggaz shit, STICK IT, you gon' be tight
OG One, whattup？
I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole
process
But it's all good - whassup Dash？
My whole family, my nephew, cousin Angie, whassup？ Te-Tee
(B, B, B, B) Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that？
Bob Allah, rest in peace
My pops, rest in peace (Sup A.J.？)
Biggie Smalls, rest in peace
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Nigga, I'm bout to go golfin man
Ay, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it!
I'm goin somewhere nice where no mosquitos at nigga
Holla at me - it's your boy!
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