Jay-z - Ain't No n***a (Original Radio Edit) lyrics

[feat. Foxy Brown] [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... Chorus 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 my skeeno 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- Chorus [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 Yall knows how is goes 'b so I stay deep [Foxxy Brown] What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes Bank rolls and sh**, back rubs in the french tubs Makin 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 doshay?????from H Im ringing 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 disease, eatin shrimp diamond 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** Folks know I see half the dough Make you wonder a star Pushin hundred thousand dollar cars Chorus