Jay-Z lyrics
Jay-Z lyrics
"Change the Game(feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek Lyrics"
I Just Can't Get You Out of My Head Lyrics
Can't get you out of my head Got a devil here inside of me Can't get you out of my head The dead in Hell are calling me Can't get you out of my head As a razor tears into my flesh Can't get you out of my head When drowning in this misery Everynight, everyday Just to be there in your arms Na na na, na na na na na Na na na, na na na na na Na na na, na na na na na Na na na, na na na na na<
Can't get you out of my head Got a devil here inside of me Can't get you out of my head The dead in Hell are calling me Can't get you out of my head As a razor tears into my flesh Can't get you out of my head When drowning in this misery Everynight, everyday Just to be there in your arms Na na na, na na na na na Na na na, na na na na na Na na na, na na na na na Na na na, na na na na na<
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh..
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house
[Memphis Bleek]
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch!
[Jay-Z]
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!
.. hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum
Bridges (Strength in Numbers) Lyrics
the furrowed bed of sand worries again as it had before the waves left the land. for the falling tide leaves a child weeping alone, he's letting go of the anchor and all the lines... waiting for the fingers of the grey wave or his mother's hand to roll over him with endless water... 10,000 bridges show me father. now I'm older, now much older and this wave can take me out to sea. I feel the pull beneath my feet. But I can s
Yamaha, got the engine gunninthe furrowed bed of sand worries again as it had before the waves left the land. for the falling tide leaves a child weeping alone, he's letting go of the anchor and all the lines... waiting for the fingers of the grey wave or his mother's hand to roll over him with endless water... 10,000 bridges show me father. now I'm older, now much older and this wave can take me out to sea. I feel the pull beneath my feet. But I can s
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
{*cycle whizzes by*} Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?
[Beanie Sigel]
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin
[Memphis Bleek]
Who the FLUCK, want, what?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama with
[Jay-Z]
The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and.. Sigel
[Beanie Sigel]
Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whethe
Amazing Grace Lyrics
Amazing Grace You close your eyes when our lips collide You keep me warm when I get inside Your tender smile and warm embrace perfect body You're my amazing grace When we get close and I feel our love I feel alive I can't get enough Your tender touch and warm embrace I feel our love You're my amazing grace I feel that all I have to do Is nothing more than set you free And all I ever have to do Is noting more than be just
block shit or rock shitAmazing Grace You close your eyes when our lips collide You keep me warm when I get inside Your tender smile and warm embrace perfect body You're my amazing grace When we get close and I feel our love I feel alive I can't get enough Your tender touch and warm embrace I feel our love You're my amazing grace I feel that all I have to do Is nothing more than set you free And all I ever have to do Is noting more than be just
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South all bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air
[singer]
Don't change the game for these folks
who plays the game like we supposed
[Jay-Z]
Sigel Sigel in the house
[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
[singer]
Don't change the game for these folks
who plays the game like we supposed
[Jay-Z]
Memph Bleek in the house
[Memphis Bleek]
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch!
[singer]
Don't change the game for these
House of bad dreams Lyrics
verse 1 IN THE HOUSE OF BAD DREAMS I HAVE DREAMNT MANY THINGS AND ITS DRIVING ME INSANE I HAVE DREAMNT DEATH AND THINGS U THOUGHT UNREAL IT HAS MADE ME SELF-INFLICT PAIN verse 2 I HAVE SEEN PEOPLE DYING I HAVE WOKE UP IN THEIR BLOOD I HAVE FELT THE WRATH FROM BELOW I HAVE SEEN THE KILLING OF MANY I HAVE GROVELED IN THEIR PAIN I HAVE FELT THE DEAD'S SORROW
folksverse 1 IN THE HOUSE OF BAD DREAMS I HAVE DREAMNT MANY THINGS AND ITS DRIVING ME INSANE I HAVE DREAMNT DEATH AND THINGS U THOUGHT UNREAL IT HAS MADE ME SELF-INFLICT PAIN verse 2 I HAVE SEEN PEOPLE DYING I HAVE WOKE UP IN THEIR BLOOD I HAVE FELT THE WRATH FROM BELOW I HAVE SEEN THE KILLING OF MANY I HAVE GROVELED IN THEIR PAIN I HAVE FELT THE DEAD'S SORROW
who plays the game like we supposed
[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house.. Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!
I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me - there's only one rule
I WILL NOT, LOSE!