The black album de Jay-Z

Listado de Canciones

1. My 1st Song

   Letra

   [Notorious B. I. G. Interview] 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 [Verse One: Jay-Z] 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 [Chorus:] 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 [Verse Two: Jay-Z] 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 prob' livin was a whole lot simpler 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 game This one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortune Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the fame [Chorus:] 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 [Outro: Jay-Z] 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 Hobb, 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 s***s 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!
2. Allure

   Letra

   Young! For life Once again it's the life, yessss (I don't know why, I.. Get so high on) It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do (Get so high on, get so high - high off the life) [Verse One] The allure of breakin the law Is always too much for me to ever ignore I gotta 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 Bey Venay kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists My women friend get tennis bracelets Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with The sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it I put my feet in the footprints left to me Without sayin 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 starrin role in "Hovito's Way" [Chorus:] It's just life, I solemnly swear To change my approach, stop shavin coke Stay away from hoes, put down the toast Cause I be doin the most.. Oh no! But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no! [Verse Two] I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka 'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real Peal the top up like a toupee Mix the water, with the soda Turn the pot up make a souflee All of y'all can get it like group page in your 2-way I'm livin proof that crime do pay Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads Puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the 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 Or even the worst pain is the distress Learnin 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 a-gain But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes We all hustlers, in love with the same thang [Chorus:] [Verse Three] I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need What the game did to my pulse, with no results And you can treat your 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 And 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 life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times I may not even be alive How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse Of course [Chorus:] Once again it's the life I said it's the life Once again it's the life - oh no! (I don't why I) why I (get so high on) Get so (get so high on) uh-huh (get so high - high off the life!) Hahahahahahaha - woo!
3. Lucifer

   Letra

   [Chorus:] Lucifer, dawn of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of Earth Lucifer Lucifer, dawn of de morning... (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital) Lucifer Lucifer, dawn of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of Earth (Kanyeeze you did it again, you a genius nigga!) Lucifer Lucifer, dawn of de morning... So you niggas change your attitude For they askin what happened to you [Verse One] 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-por-rators For killin my best boy, haters On perminate hiatus as I skate In the Maybach Benz Flya the Sanna 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 ties being good Catholics I'm commin [Chorus:] Lucifer, dawn of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of Earth Lucifer Lucifer, dawn of de morning... (I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital) Lucifer Lucifer, dawn of de morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of Earth Lucifer Lucifer, dawn of de morning... So you niggas change your attitude For they askin what happened to you [Verse Two] Yes This is Holly war I wet cha all with the Holly water Spray from the Hetckler Koch auto Matic all the static shall cease to exist Like a sematical I throw a couple at you Take six Spread love to all of my dead thugs I'll pour out a little Louie til I 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 c*** either Lift up your soul or give the Holly ghost please I leave ya in somebodys Catedrial And stuntin like Evil Kenevil 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 Albums second verse is like Devil's Pie please 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 'For 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) [Verse Three] 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 sined 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
4. Justify My Thug
5. Public Service Announcement (Interlude)
6. 99 Problems
   Vídeo Letra

   

   If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one [Verse 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 zapitos You'd celebrate the minute you was having doe 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 ritches nigga I ain't dumb I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Chorus:] 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Verse Two] The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fucking law I got two choices yall pull over the car or Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor Now I ain't trying 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 And I heard "Son do you know why I'm stopping 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 doing fifty five in a fifty four" "License and registration and step out of the car" "Are you carrying a weapon on you I know a lot of you are" I ain't stepping out of shit all my papers legit "Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?" Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?" "Or somebody important or something?" Nah I ain't pass the bar but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come" I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me [Chorus X2] [Verse Three] 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 having a pussy But a pussy having 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'mma get to clapping He and his boys gon' be yapping 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 scratching again Paparazzi's with they cameras snapping them D. A. Tred to give the nigga the shaft again Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African All because this fool was horrasin them Trying to play the boy like he's saccarin But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems but being a bitch ain't one Hit me [Chorus X3] You're crazy for this one Rick It's your boy
7. Moment of Clarity

   Letra

   (Woooooo) (Yeah) (Turn the music up turn the lights down i'm in my zone) [Chorus] 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 [Verse One] When pop died Didn't cry Didn't know him that well Between him doin Heroine And me doin Crack sales With that in the egg shell Standin at the tabernacle Rather the church Pretending 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 [Chorus] [Verse Two] 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 Sense 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) [Chorus] [Verse Three] 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 [Chorus]
8. Threat

   Letra

   [Intro] Yo wuts up pimp this threats That's right, that's the - the that's, that's right this threats pimp And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up Putcha inside a mattress like drug money nigga [Jay-Z] Yeah, I done told you niggaz 9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me I done told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin with me I done told you niggaz The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me You niggaz must got 9 lives 9th wonder [Verse One] Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue? I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit This is a un-usual musical I conductin You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rylin me up For three years, they had me peein out of a cup Now they bout to free me up, whatchu 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-y But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry Or the FDR, in the seat of my car Screamin 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 startin to look like bread I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said [Chorus] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin Put your smarts on the side of your garment Nigga stop fuckin with me R. -- I. -- P. [Interlude] That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild Nigga I keep trash bags with me Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out This sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr! [Verse Two] Grown man I put hands on you I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you Lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you ... I put the boy in the box like David Blaine Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button Front of all you 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 y'all don't want nuttin of it Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you Change your face or the bullets change all that for you ... Y'all niggaz 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 [Chorus] [Interlude] Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya! Who you thank you dealin with? They call me Threats, nigga I been makin threats Since I been in kindergarten nigga! Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard of me [Verse Three] When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies Like numchuks held by the Jet L-I I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try No two, no three, no four, know why? Because one's four-five might blow yo' high You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God It's a match made in heaven when I [blaow] 'splay the 7 Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11 Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm [blaow blaow] that I'm so sin-surr? I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again That's right [Chorus] [Outro] Whattup? Motherfucka I keep three motherfuckers what? Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house Nigga what the - where everybody live! Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga And help you swallow Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga And sweep nigga - hold on, I'll be - nigga what?
9. Interlude
10. December 4th

    Letra

    [Jay-Z's Mom:] 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 [Jay-Z Verse 1] 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 [Jay-Z's Mom:] 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 [Jay-Z Verse 2] 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 [Jay-Z's Mom:] 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 [Jay-Z Verse 3] 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 [repeat 2 more times to fade]
11. What More Can I Say
12. Encore

    Letra

    Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind [Chorus] 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 [Verse One] 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 [Chorus - 1/2] {What the hell are you waiting forrrr?} [Verse Two] [sighs] 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 [Interlude] 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! [Jay-Z] I like the way this one feel It's so muh'fuckin soulful man! (Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh) Yeah [crowd still chanting] okay [Verse Three] 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?} [piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly]
13. Change Clothes
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    [Intro: Jay-Z (Pharrell)] Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, your boy is back (s*** sexy) I know y'all miss the bounce Need to bounce for the s*** you know [Verse 1: Jay-Z] 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 [Chorus: Jay-Z (Pharrell)] (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 [Verse 2: Jay-Z] 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 are. A. G. E. Awww you get If you could move it Back it on up like a you 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?) [Chorus: Jay-Z (Pharrell)] (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 [Bridge: Jay-Z (Pharrell)] Uh, uh (s*** sexy) Woo! (Ah ah!!!) Uh huh (s*** sexy) It's so necessary right) (Ah ah!!!) Uh huh, woo! (s*** sexy) That's right it's a groove (Ah ah!!!) Uh huh, it's a groove (s*** sexy) bring it back (Ah ah!!!!) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] 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 [Chorus: Jay-Z (Pharrell)] (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 [Outro: Jay-Z (Pharrell)] (Ah ah!!!) Uh uh (s*** sexy) sing along (Ah ah!!!) Yeah, uh (s*** sexy) turn your radio up (Ah ah!!!) Woo! (s*** sexy) Put your hands in the air if your in the car (Ah ah!!!) Uh! Snap your fingers now (s*** 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!!!
14. Dirt Off Your Shoulder
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    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 [Chorus: Jay-Z] 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 [Verse One] 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 [Chorus:] [Chorus Two] 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 [Verse Two] 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 [Chorus + Chorus Two] [Verse Three] 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? [Chorus + Chorus Two] You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin greatest Best rapper alive, best rapper alive