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Reasonable Doubt

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  1. RegretsVer letra

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    letra de Regrets

    Stress
    Sunshine, geyeah

    I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person
    I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsin
    With my peoples high to gm, from a remote lo-cation
    In the bm, scopin the whole situation like, "Dayamm!"
    Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am
    But one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean
    It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul
    Are half closed, I put the key in
    Pulled off slow, hopin my people flee-in
    Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in
    Coppers was watchin us through nighttime binoculars
    This time they got us on tape, exchangin dope for dollars
    Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna
    Prayin my people bailed out like Time/Warner
    Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner
    Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner
    Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind
    How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets
    This time... Stress... Givin this shit up... Fuck

    [Chorus One:]

    This is the number one rule for your set
    In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
    On the, rise to the top, many drop, don't forget
    In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
    This is the number one rule for your set
    In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets
    And through our travels we get seperated, never forget
    In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets

    As sure as this, Earth is turning souls burning
    In search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction
    My moms cryin cause her insides are dyin
    Her son tryin her patience, keep her heart racin
    A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit
    But it's this game love, I'm caught up all in it
    They make it so you can't prevent it, never give it
    You gotta take it, can't fake it I keep it authentic
    My hand got this pistol shakin, cause I sense danger
    Like Camp Crystal Lake and
    Don't wanna shoot him, but I got him, trapped
    Within this infrared dot, bout to hot him and, hit rock bottom
    No answers to these trick questions, no time shit stressin
    My life found I got ta live for the right now
    Time waits for no man, can't turn back the hands
    Once it's too late, gotta learn to live with regrets

    [Chorus Two:]

    You used to hold me, told me that I was the best
    Anything in this world I want I could posess
    All that made me want is all that I could get
    In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets... (when I was young)
    [repeat 2X]

    I found myself reminiscin, remember this one
    When he was here he was crazy nice with his son
    I miss him, long as I'm livin he's livin through memories
    He's there to kill all my suicidal tendencies
    In heaven lookin over me, or in hell, keepin it cozy
    I'm comin life on these streets ain't what it's supposed to be
    Remember Newton, mutual friend well me and him feudin
    On your life I tried to talk to him
    But you know niggaz, think they guns can stop foe niggaz
    Frontin like they're, Big Willie but really old niggaz
    Hoe niggaz, this year I'm sho' niggaz think I'm slippin
    I'm bought to send you a roommate, no bullshittin
    For my hustle's goin too well to hit him
    You was right niggaz want you to be miserable wit em
    Anyway, I ain't tryin to hear it, I think I'm touched
    This whole verse I been talkin to your spirit, a little too much

    [Chorus One: repeat 2X]

    Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A-Fella y'all

  2. Bring It OnVer letra

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    [Sauce Money]
    Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers
    Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack
    shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change
    Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
    For real; with no trace of aids
    We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga

    Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
    fuck a bitch D in the marked car
    We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen
    Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
    You cling we do our thing and bring
    Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
    East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin
    Like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh
    Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
    Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino
    Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
    Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
    Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
    With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
    Said we was garbage, so fuck college
    Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
    Star studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistols
    Just to see my shit, discharge puss
    I drop the stellar, even acapella
    I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella

    [Chorus: Fat Joe]

    Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
    And if not then let me do my thang
    [repeat 4X]

    [Jay-Z]
    Mannerisms of a young Bobby Deniro, spent spanish wisdoms
    In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah
    I cream, I diamond gleam
    High post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop
    Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
    niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans
    Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
    In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean
    Liason for days on in
    Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin
    Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow
    Like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig'
    Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
    That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
    Thug thought he was O. G. Bobby Johnson
    I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
    You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns
    Horizontal, get your weight up, I am
    Two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams
    Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
    Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish
    Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck...

    ("Bring it on if you think you can hang..." --> Fat Joe)

    [Big Jaz]
    Money is power
    I'm into cheddick with facial credit
    Pure platinum fetish for cheddars
    Spread letters you move you're deadish
    I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
    You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal
    John Stockton couldn't assist you
    Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the you. N.
    So what the fuck you doin?
    Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
    Spankin dollars with the commas
    Bangin bitches out the Bahamas
    On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather
    Fry hotter, you die gotta
    fuck with me witness manana
    Absence of malice in my palace
    Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
    Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
    Your frequent stops to O. T. B. You feedin me
    Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams
    Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
    Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

    [Chorus:]

    "Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe
    [repeat 5X]

    Featuring: Big Jaz, Sauce Money
  3. Cashmere ThoughtsVer letra

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    [Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]
    Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
    What it is player?
    You player, it's all about you
    How you gon' say that man
    If I had your hand I'd turn mine in
    Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off
    Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealin that hoe money
    You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money
    Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch
    This this is what you tell her
    Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot
    Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot

    [Jay-Z]
    Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry
    Like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin
    Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen
    Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women
    Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar
    Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December
    Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere
    Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
    Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
    Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth
    I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
    Cause all beef return well done filet mignon
    The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I
    Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro
    As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough
    Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe
    I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol
    Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal
    The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb
    Then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite
    I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole
    I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know
    From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary
    From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now
    Notice, the child swift like a locust
    Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it
    Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero
    Worn da red eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly
    I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin
    You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet
    I never cry if I did I'd cry ice
    From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice
    Life's short, so play hard and stick hard
    And the only time you love em is when your dick hard

    Whoooh! That's cashmere baby
    Nah, you know, that's just laid back man
    Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z
    Yeah baby
    Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be
    Cashmere baby
    Don't get no hotter than that
    Sho' you're right
    Them niggaz know

    Check it out, check it out
    Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin
    Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in
    I gotta keep your tricks intact
    Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man
    The star player, the golden bar layer
    The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right
    I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night
    Go tell your peeps dawg I'm lethal til it ain't right
    I pimp hard on a trick, look
    Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot

  4. Coming Of AgeVer letra

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    [Jay-Z]
    Yeah...
    Come experience... Life as we know it
    As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah
    Place, Marcy, Brooklyn
    Actions... Well, y'all know the actions

    Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks
    He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock
    He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin
    To honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and
    I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils
    He wanna, run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal
    I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear
    Then it's just enough for re-up again
    I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's
    To Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace
    That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael
    Where I'm from, just them niggaz who banned from a gun
    We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green
    I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen
    Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone
    That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on

    [Chorus: Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek]

    It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown)
    Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground)
    It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot)
    Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two)

    [Memphis Bleek]
    I'm out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up
    In the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name
    I'm out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better
    Like my man reclined in plush leather seats
    He's sellin weight, I'm sellin eight... Balls
    Sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all
    I ain't gon' sweat him I'ma let him come to me
    If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see
    I'm tired of bein out here round the clock
    And breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay
    I'm stayin fresh, so chickens check
    I'm tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes to the Jets
    Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum
    And stunned I'm waitin for my day to come
    I got the urge, to splurge, I don't wanna lifetime sentence
    Just give me the word

    [Chorus:]

    [Jz] Hey fella I been watchin you clockin
    [Mb] Who me holdin down this block it ain't nothin
    You the man nigga now stop frontin
    [Jz] Hahahh I like your style
    [Mb] Nah, I like yo' style
    [Jz] Let's drive around awhile
    [Mb] Cool nigga
    [Jz] Here's a thou'
    [Mb] A G? I ride witchu for free
    I want the longterm riches and bitches
    [Jz] Have it all; now listen to me
    You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame
    Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit the same
    [Mb] On the low?
    [Jz] Yeah, the only way to blow
    You let your shit bubble quietly
    [Mb] and then you blow!
    [Jz] Hey keep your cool
    The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand
    Then you play your cards
    [Mb] Then he through dealin I understand
    [Jz] Don't blow your dough on hotties
    [Mb] The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts
    And won't break em for nobody!
    [Jz] Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you can start
    [Mb] From now until death do us part...

    [Chorus 2X]

    Featuring: Memphis Bleek
  5. Friend Or FoeVer letra

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    Check one check two, you know what to do
    Primo, cold crush when i give it to you
    Friend or foe yo, state your biz
    Ya tend to dough, ah , there it is
    Me, i run the show, oh, and these kids
    Don't like nobody commin around here fuckin wit they doe for shit
    You enterprisin though,
    And i like it
    But fuck with the big dogs though, i gotta bite ya,
    Look, it's out of my hands
    And you gettin money round here, it's not in the plans
    So hop yo ass out of that van, head back to kansas
    I'm sendin niggas back up in campuses
    Chance is slimmer than that chick in calvin klien pantses
    Let me guess, they said it was money round here
    And the rest is me stoppin you from gettin it, correct?
    Sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel
    I'll take care of that , you'll see, now please
    give me the room key
    You're twitchin, don't do that, you makin me nervous
    My crew, well, they do pack, them niggas is murderous
    So would ya, please put your hand back in sight
    They don't like to see me nervous you can understand that, right?
    You draw, better be picasso, y'know the best
    Cause if this is not so, ah, god bless
    You leave me no choice, i leave you no voice
    Believe me son i hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done
    Now calm your boys,
    Cause i'm findin it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise
    Get the point, i'll let ya go,
    Before ya leave,i guess i aughta let you know, i need those keys
    And promise you never, no matter the weather
    Evaevaevaevaevaevaevaevaeva come around here no mo'

  6. Ain´t No Nigga
  7. Can I LiveVer letra

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    letra de Can I Live

    Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella
    We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know?
    Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness
    Sort of a desperation
    Through that desperation, we 'come addicted
    Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin
    But we feel we have nothin to lose
    So we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right
    What do you bring to the table?

    While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely
    My shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me
    I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be
    Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet
    I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days
    A brother gotta admire from four fiends away
    My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine
    Til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie
    At the time it never bothered me, at the bar
    Gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me
    Lack of respect for authority, laughin hard
    Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief
    I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation
    For dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly
    The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in
    No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William
    Illin for revenues, Rayful Edmonds like
    Channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic
    Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia
    I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure
    Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily
    Explain why we adapt to crime
    I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it
    Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it
    Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend
    Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin
    The nsx rental, don't be fooled my game is mental
    We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into?
    Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables
    Meet me by the one that starts a G up
    This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up
    And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas
    Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live?
    Can I live?

    My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle
    Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you
    Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me
    Commit atrocities like we got immunity
    You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods
    Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease
    We buy the whole care, as you should
    My confederation, dead a nation, explode
    On detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
    When it balls to steam, it comes to it
    We all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this
    True this, history school us to spend our money foolish
    Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders
    I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist
    Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of
    Gettin cream let's do this, it gets tedious
    So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me
    Stressed right? Can I live?
    Can I live?
    Can I live?
    Can I live?
    Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all

  8. 22 Two´s
  9. D´Evils
  10. Feelin´ It
  11. Dead Presidents IIVer letra

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    [Chorus:]

    "Presidents to represent me" --> Nas
    "Get money!"
    "I'm out for presidents to represent me""Get money!"
    "I'm out for presidents to represent me""Get money!"
    "I'm out for dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"

    Rock... On, Roc-A-Fella y'all
    The saga continues

    Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers
    Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras
    To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine
    You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme
    By the ounce dough accumulates like snow
    We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me?
    Factions from the other side would love to kill me
    Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat
    Fuck em, we hate a nigga lovin this life
    In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life
    Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up
    On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up
    I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back
    Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back
    That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me"
    I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully
    Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process
    And I ain't got nothin but time
    I had near brushes, not to mention three shots
    Close range, never touched me, divine intervention
    Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta
    Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life
    I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight
    Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... What?

    [Chorus:]

    Geyeah, know what? I'll make..
    You and your wack mans fold like bad hands
    Roll like Monopoly, ad-vance you copy me
    Like white crystals, I gross the most
    At the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish to
    The dead presidential, canidate
    With the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend you
    In due time when crime fleas my mind
    All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine
    But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin brilliant
    I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in
    Long as the villian win
    I spend Japan yen, attend major events
    Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin
    J-A-Y hyphen, controllin, manipulatin
    I got a good life man, pounds and pence
    Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench
    Catch me swinging for the fence
    Dead Presidents, ya know

    [Chorus:]

    Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it
    The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow
    You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough
    Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow
    Like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow
    Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have
    Eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon
    Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's
    To change your life huh, roll with the winners
    Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella
    Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected
    From chips to chicks just drivin a Lexus
    Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung
    We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it done
    Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z
    And you fake thugs is Unplugged like mtv
    I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
    Dead presidentials, politics as usual
    Bla-ouw!

    "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
    "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
    "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"
    "Dead *fuckin* presidents to represent me (Whose...)"

    [Chorus 2X]

  12. Brooklyn´s Finest
  13. Politics As UsualVer letra

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    You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me
    Skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin
    No waitin I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan
    Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to
    Hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble
    Kids stop they greetin me, I'm talkin sweet to keys
    Cursin the very God, that bought this wreath to be
    My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices
    And fools that think I slip, you fuck around
    You get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy
    On some I-do-or-die shit, for real
    The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and
    Just think, with this here, I'm tryin to feel made nig-ga

    Politics as us-ual... I took my
    Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some
    VS somethins I can live with, stop frontin
    And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised
    No disrespect to you, make sure you word is true
    I'm takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson
    Have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off
    You ain't seen money in your life, when it
    Comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice
    A smokin bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes
    The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos
    My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please
    Ten year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used
    With the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face
    Youse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga

    Politics as us-ual...
    You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin
    Low in the leather Zion, the best that's ever came
    The game changes like, my mind just ain't right
    We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your night
    Suckin me in like a vacumn, I remember
    Tellin my family I'll be back soon, that was December
    Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later
    Got me wise still can't break my underworld ties
    I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot
    Got matchin VCR's, a huge Magnavox
    To nitch, green like spinach pop wines that's vintage
    It's a lot of big money in my sentence
    Hittin towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that
    Chick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat
    Ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin
    The drawers from droppin, the law from watchin, I hate em

    Politics as us-ual

  14. Can´t Knock The Hustle

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