[Jay-Z] Yeah!! Check it, check it out Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat [Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)] I can't get with that I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this [Jay-Z] Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be Well check out the J, check out the A, check out the Y, Z Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, [DJ reverse] bring it back I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack Don't ever sweat it when I go, I zoom back Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever I suggest the Ex-Lax and that'll get your shit together I give you a snotty nose from body blows Nobody's safe at a party even Gotti goes adios I got-got-got Flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours One verse and it's a hearse, I played and I slayed yours Get it, got it, ready to flip, I doubt it No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha [Chorus] [Jay-Z] The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress Cause just around the corner beez the best player You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth You better blow that shhhiiitt out The Jigga's back, you brothers are flat I'll amaze the way that Jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that? You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me Although these cats are wettin my style, I'm still thristy And we all gotta fall off, but you first G I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell before you see me, Sauce and Jaz, chillin with your wack ass We make hits, and harmony, like Take 6 While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits Our Roc-A-Fella never Sell-A-Out Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Ha-hah This how we do All year round, this is how it goes down Now check it out I don't kick it I punt it, I'm so wicked you want it? My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds So I bought a money machine and it goes A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough How many styles I gotta kick to prove I'm def? I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath You can't see this, ask this nigga Dash Now he don't count cause I'm makin him mad rich This nigga's nothin but the truth Many view Jay-Z as a threat to they loot.. so my thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip like a pit in a dog fight, yo, I'm a-iight I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo It goes, one dime for your mind Two bone crushers for your spine Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine [Chorus: repeat 2X] Ha-hah.. Jay-Z.. live in the ninety-five with a little help along, c'mon Sacue Money defintly repesentin Big Jaz in the house Superman production type shit
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