you'd get popped one time and rap? Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad And your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?" The labeling of a snitch is
smash, scrape scrape It's real like that, you know what I mean? Follow, yo, yo, yo (Bonnie and Clyde forever y'all) [Jay-Z] Gun check [Fox] Check [Jay-Z
a thang I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames
mood It's like fuckin' wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food The only thing thats stoppin' him is you, what? 'Cos the only thing that he'll be droppin' is
Fuck, shit is real right here Roc-a-Fella, Lox, takin' the streets over motherfuckers Don't get it twisted Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Yo shut the fuck up
a piece of the pie You love to eat and be high We deceive and we lie And we keepin' it fly - yo yo yo yo yo When people decide Keep a disguise Can't see
state to state, it's Noreaga the great I'm the Kid Capri, y'all DJ niggaz, play this shit twice Yo Nore, tell the story Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo chicken I knew
But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dykes Rocks is okay, my voice is extraordinaire The man that scrapped with lions, hiberated
Jay! Fuck that, this is it right here baby! You know what it is Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with
that pinch merds from the cur Dodgin' and dippin' the narcs It's the young Frank Matthews, the rap version Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin' That
on that flow shit, Jeezy Montana Cocaine capital, that would be Atlanta One, triple-O, where I'm from that's the whole goal Nigga catch ya slippin' where I'm from, that
take that trip She ain't livin' for the moment homey shake that bitch He that cool he can't take you nowhere then leave that fool Be that rude if he that
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'
tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch [Jay-Z] Yo, yo
all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she beeping him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch [Jay-Z] Uh, yo
Killa bitch go to trial handy stuff in the glove I'ma hop in the bed, dog gon jus pop off her head (you know what is is) Tell "Oh Jay-Z chill, Cochran
bitch If she wack, smack the bitch Sad to see the way it had to be Smack the bitch the bitch don't smack me Cupid's snap me but so are mine on my lines Yo
Way back in 94 stage stayed closed We opend the door nigga get that bank Flip that flow city to citymy niggas is gritty and ol boy Reppin that bone