E. Wilson - Success lyrics

[Produced by No I.D. & Jermaine Dupri] [Dominic Cattano from American Gangster] "Your success took a shot at you. What are you going to do now? How are you gonna k** it? You're gonna become unsuccessful? Frank, you can be successful and have enemies, uh? Be unsuccessful too, and even have friends." [Interlude: Jay Z] I got these n***as, Breezy Don't worry about it Let that b**h breathe! [Verse 1: Jay Z] I used to give a f**, now I give a f** less What do I think of success? It s**s, too much stress I guess I blew up quick, ‘cause friends I grew up with See me as a premie, but I'm not, and my nuts big I don't know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious My rep is impeccable; I'm not to be f**ed with with sh**, let that b**h breathe! I'm way too important to be talkin' about extortin' Asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin Broad daylight I'll off your on-switch You're not too bright, goodnight, long kiss Bye bye, my reply... BLAH, BLAH Blast burner, then pa** burner to Ty-Ty Finish my breakfast, why? I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry Now where was I? Let that b**h breathe! I used to give a sh**, now I don't give a sh** more Truth be told, I had more fun when I was piss-poor I'm pissed off, and is this what success is all about? A bunch of n***as acting like b**hes with big mouths All this stress, all I got is this big house Couple of cars, I don't bring half of them sh**s out All of this Ace of Spades I drink just to piss out I mean, I like the taste, could've saved myself six thou's How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu? Hold up, let me move my bowels; I'll sh** on y'all n***as OG, tell these boys (Y'all ain't got sh** on my n***a!) I got watches I ain't seen in months Apartment at the Trump I only slept in once n***as said Hova was over, such dummies Even If I fell I'll land on a bunch of money Y'all ain't got nothing for me (Let that b**h breathe!) [Verse 2: Nas] Success, McLaren, women starin', my villain appearance Sacred blood of a king and my vein ain't spillin' Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello Camaro driven, I climax from paper Then ask: "Why is life worth livin'?" Is it to hunt for the sh** that you want? To receive's great, but I lust givin' The best j**elers wanna make my things I make Jacob sh** on Lorraine just to make me a chain n***as mentioned on "One Love" Came home to the paper in hand Ain't gotta brag about the feds, young man Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments Google Earth Nas; I got flats in other continents Worst enemies wanna be my best friends Best friends wanna be enemies like that's what's in But I don't give a f**, walk inside the lion's den Take everybody's chips, about to cash them in Up your catalog, dog, mine's worth too much Like Mike Jacks ATV pub, Mottola can't touch Let this b**h breathe! [Outro: Jay Z & Nas] Let this b**h breathe!