Chorus Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight It must?ve been something you said I just died in your arms tonight (X3) Verse 1 Pop died, didn?t cry, didn
Übersetzung: Jay-z. I Just Died.
heavily armed I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sandstorms
I'm still sick, how can I be sick this long And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson arise I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I just
telling me what I should do and how I should come out and what to rap about and I know I got a lot up in my medulla oblongata that I gotta get out and I
still sick, how can I be sick this long And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson arise I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I just
to win some (Oh yeah, she lost one) Sorry I'm a champion, sorry I'm a champion You lost one I never died in the car I bought So I'm under the belief
like Mr. Jay-Z, shit you're crazy I'm hot like the six maybe, Deep dish with the great seats I flow greater than you're navigator I drop in you're town
Muthafucker, Let these niggas know who I am I'm about to go HAM Hard As a Muthafucker, Let these niggas know who I am [Jay-Z] fuck y'all mad at me for
I'll pull it, give you A bullet in a box [Chorus - Jay-Z] I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask
, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey [Verse 1 - Cassidy] I'm so nice I'd bet my life I guess I got gambling problems
a Motherfucker, Let these niggas know who I am I'm about to go HAM Hard As a Motherfucker, Let these niggas know who I am [Jay-Z:] Fuck y'all mad at
: [gunshots] [Nas talking] ("Fuck Jay-Z") What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck Jay-Z") You been on
dying watch what you weep Is Jay-Z a meson or as he said is he just a mason Double in persuasion hip hop is power Redone the invasion I'm gonna fight
Jay-Z What's up niggas, ay yo I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck Jay-
n!gga Fu** with me Squigly lines an IV's. Uncle says Flocka Murder this MothaFu**a! Yo roc Dig a hole for these MothaFu**a's!!! Let me brush my shoulders off Jay-z R.I
nobody copin' like Mr. Jay-Z Shit, you're crazy I'm hot like the six maybe, deep dish with the great seats I flow greater than your navigator I drop
I'm still sick, how can I be sick this long And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson arise I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I