[Jay-Z]
I keep it fresher than the next b**h
No need..for you to ever sweat the next b**h
..with speed, I make the best b**h see the exit..indeed
You gotta know your thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride
And keep your a** tighter than Versace thats why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me
They conniving sh**
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to k** it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
They say s** is a weapon, so when I shoot
Mmet your d**h in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin in my after life..
Laugin my sh** is tight
You who askin right...
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Ain't no n***a like the one I got
No one can f** you betta
Sleeps around but he gives me alot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers
Friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone
Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
Tell the freaks to find a man of there own
(man a they own, man a they own)
[Jay-Z]
Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin me weak
Yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep
Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in
You can't change a players game in the 9th inning
The chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin
So I run way the f** up in em
And wrinkle the face like linnin
I play hard-eh till they say God..
He's keepin it real jigga stay hard
Lawd don't even trip
I never slip, n***a what you dont see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed what the f** yall feel
When you n***a play sick we can all get ill
-whats the deal-
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[Jay-Z]
Yo, ain't no stoppin this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love you know these ho's be makin me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep
[Foxy Brown]
What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and sh**, back rubs in the french tubs
Mackin this b**h, wifee n***a
So when you flip that coke
Remember them days you was dead broke
But now your style and I raised you
Basically made you into a don
Flippin weight..h**n and sh**
You know my p**y is all that
Thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells
So who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin
On how I f** the best a sh**
Specially when Im flippin Baileys
Dont give a f** about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
f** them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin in Armani sweaters
Before this rap sh**
When you was in letters and bullsh** berattas
And eek cla**es with mo in the gla**es
Shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's
Now all your mens' up in your benz's
High post, I swear you be k**in me
Playin inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout them other chicks
Cuz you proved who was your wiz
When you was spinnin that b**h
I took a little when you was up north
Your comisary stay pilin
How you livin large on the island
All them collects have me vex
But when you come home
Knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks
Now we on the rise
Your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin this grip co*ked the green and the sh**
f**s no, I see half the dough
Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars
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