Jay-z - Watch The Throne lyrics

(Kanye West) Hello, can I speak to, uh Uh, yeah, you know who you are You have no idea what you're dealin' with Somethin' on some of this realest sh** Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth Somethin', somethin', yeah That's my b**h That's my b**h Sh-shorty right there? That's my b**h That's my b**h I been waitin' for a long, long time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life, and live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high I paid for them titties, get your own It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne She say I care more about them "Basquiones" Basquiats, she learnin' a new word, it's yacht Blew the world up soon as I hit the club wit' her Too Short called, told me "I fell in love wit' her" Seen by actors, ballplayers, and drug dealers And some lesbians that never loved n***as Twisted love story, true romance Mary Magdalene, from a pole dance I'm a freak, huh? Rockstar life The second girl wit' us? That's our wife Hey, boys and girls, I got a new riddle Who's the new old perm just tryn' play second fiddle? No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle But my dick worth money, I put moanie in the middle Where she at, in the middle (Elly Jackson) I been waitin' for a long, long time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life, and live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high (High, high, high) (Silly little vixen, mixes 'til mornin') (Not swervin', ohh, yeah) (Swore you never strolled on a bottle of that potion) (Stop motion, ooh, yeah) (Jay-Z) Go harder than a n***a for a n***a, go figure Told me "Keep my own money" if we ever did split up How could somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures? With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers Uh, Pica**o was alive, he woulda made her That's right, n***a, Mona Lisa can't fade her I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice But why all the pretty icons always all white? Back to my Beyonces You deserve three stacks for the Andre Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in mo-seums You belong in binges, clothes, rushin' the whole building You belong with n***as who used to be known for dope-dealin' You too dope for any of those civilians Now, shoo, Trigger, stop lookin' at 'er tense Getcha own dog, ya heard? That's my b**h I been waitin' for a long, long time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life, and live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high (Silly little vixen, mixes 'til modern) (Not swervin', ohh, yeah) (Swore you never strolled on a bottle of that potion) (Stop motion, ooh, yeah) You have no idea what you're dealin' with Somethin' on some of this realest sh** Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth Somethin', somethin', yeah That's my b**h That's my b**h Sh-shorty right there? That's my b**h That's my b**h