: [Jay-Z] Is this thing on? Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye Power to the people We livin? in that 31st century, futuristic fly sh-t The penthouse
game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though but I got a gang of niggas walkin
s why we don't speak Made men ain't supposed to make statements End of the story I followed the code cracked the safe Other niggas ain't in the game so
broads they got a table full of fellas (Ewww) And they ain't spendin no cake they should throw they hand in cause they ain't got no spades (Ewww) My whole
off the chain Tell 'em fake trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane See I ain?t dead or in jail, I can?t complain And when these fake niggas gone, I shall
the charges, press one now [Jay-Z] Uhh, woo! Emory whattup? Told you I ain't too good with writin letters and all Shit I don't even write rhymes But
move my bowels I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG tell these boys [Juan:] Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga [Jay-Z:] I got watches I ain't seen in months
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
niggas that done it six digits and runnin, y'all niggas don't want it i got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco swear to god, don't get it fucked
) International . . . uhh Show young boys how to do this thing The maturation of Jay-Z-Z . . heh Check me out . . . [Verse 1] 30's the new 20 nigga I
Straight thuggin' man, I thought we would never progress But look at us now man, we're young execs My nigga Dame, my nigga Biggs, my nigga Tah My nigga Ja, my nigga
one last time, nigga make some noise Get em Jay Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change, we change Nigga, we right
down my nigga Got a pocket full of cash and some 'dro my nigga Attitude like I don't give a fuck my nigga Probably the drunkest fool on the flo' my nigga
we boys, so we bringin' out them toys I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change, we change Nigga, we right here
skip all the singin' lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now...Uhhh) [Jay-Z] I know my English ain't as modest as you like But come, get some, you little
the God, nigga blasphemy I'm at the Trump International, ask for me I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there And nigga, why would I
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