Jay-z - Ain't no n-g-a - live lyrics

I keep you 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 ya thoroughly respected, by me You get the keys to the Lexus, but no drivin' Got ya own '96 somethin'... new ride and Keep ya a** tied up in Versace, that's why You gotta watch ya friends, you got to watch me, they connivin' sh**, first chance to crack for bank, they'll try me All they get is 50 cent franks, and papayas From the village, to the telly Time to k** it, on ya belly No question, have more black chicks between my sheets than Essence They say s** is a weapon, so when I shoot Meet ya d**h in less than eight seconds Still poundin' in my after life, laughin' My sh** is tight, who you askin', right [Chorus] Ain't no n***a like the one I got No one can f** you better Sleeps around but he gives me alot Keeps you in diamonds and leathers Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone (Haha..haha..haha..haha) Tell them freaks to find a man of they own (Man of they own, man of they own) Yeah, yeah Fresh to def in Moschino Coach bag lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks Got you a beeper to feel important Surrounded ya feet in Joan & Davis and Charles Jourdan I keep ya dove, but love You know these hoes be, making me weak Ya'll know how it goes, B, and so I creep I been sinnin' since you been playin' with Barbie and Ken, and You can't change a players game in the ninth inning The chrome rims spinning keeps 'em grinning So I run way the f** up in 'em and wrinkle they face like linen I play hard un-til they say "God, he's keepin' it real, Jigga stay hard" Naw, don't even trip, I never slip n***a, get a grip, what you don't see is what you get Weapons concealed, what the f** ya'll feel When ya n***as play sick we can all get ill (What the deal?) [Chorus] Right, right, yo Ain't no stoppin' this no lie Promise to stay monogamous, I try But love you know these hoes be, makin' me weak Ya'll know how it goes, B, so I stay deep [Foxy Brown] What up boo Just keep me laced in the illest snakes Bankrolls and sh**, back rubs in the french tub Mackin' this b**h, wifey n***a So when you flip that coke 'member the days you was dead broke But now you stylin', I raised you Basically made you, into a don, flippin' weight, h**n and sh** You know the p**y is all that That's why I get baguettes, five carats and all that From Dolce Gabbana, to H. Bendel 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 and sh** 'Specially when I'm sippin' Baileys Don't give a f** 'bout how you move with them other mamis I push the Z, eatin' shrimp scampi With rocks larger than life f** them Reebok broads, you made it known who ya wife was I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters Before this rap sh** when you was in leathers and bullsh** Berettas And E cla**es with Mo' in the gla**es Shows in Cali with all the flavors suede Bally's Now all your mens is up in ya Benzes High post, I swear you be k**ing me Playin' inside my pubic hairs I never worry bout them other chicks Cause you proved who was your wiz When you was spinnin' that b**h I tripped a little, when you was up north Ya commissary stay pilin' How you livin' large on a island All them collects had me vexed, but when you come home Knew I was comin' off with half of them checks Now we on da rise, your diamond mami with the slanted eyes Holdin' this grip, co*ked the ?encleeque? and sh** f**s no, I see half of the dough (whoa, whoa) Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars [Chorus 2x fadin' out] [Adlibs during the Chorus] Uh, what n***a Foxy Brown, (uh, uh, uh, Jay-Z ya'll) Jay-Z n***as co*ked the ?encleeque? and sh** (That's right, whoa, whoa) (Jay-Z, what, Fox Brown, Roc-A-Fella ya'll) (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)