Jay-z - Squeeze 1st lyrics

Uh, yeah, mmmm William h. n***as Holla, yeah, yo Hook: That's why i, squeeze first ask quesions last That's how most of these so called gangstas pa** I, squeeze first ask questions last Cuz when i pull up, always pop, that's why i'm livin today [jigga] Yo, when i meet ya, i heat ya down When i greet ya, meet ya with pound Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake The kind that put land over your face I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya I-n-f-r-a, will not miss ya I move light, like my shoes too tight Leave n***as confused from the day to the night At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin I keep cash 'case cops arrest me 'case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent If not, you somebody up close to sin Thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he Face a thousand d**hs from mr. shawn correy Carter, rap harder like i'm part of a cult Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke And y'all choke motherf**ers Hook [jigga] I said thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he Face a thousand d**hs from mr. shawn correy Carter, rap harder like i'm part of a cult Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke Thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he Face a thousand d**hs from mr. shawn correy Carter, rap harder like i'm part of a cult Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke And y'all choke n***as Hook [jigga] Y'all don't understand I said thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he Face a thousand d**hs from mr. shawn correy Carter, rap harder like i'm part of a cult Like cuban cigar maker 'cept i'm hard to smoke Y'all choke n***as Hook [jigga] See when i'm low in digits, i push blow in a blizzard I'm a player for real, i post and pivot Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit Where the demons live, sh** my scene is vivid Squeamish kids, y'all get the f** outta this verse It's about to get so obscene in a minute I seen and live it, i did some things i admit it Wasn't proud of it, but i was a child f** it Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis sh** it was either that or be livin wit elvis n***as is jealous, hell is hot, you heard x Wanted to tell god that i don't deserve this Was afraid that he'd tell me i deserve less My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama Told her i aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day And before she could say jay... I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality Men gotta do men things for men salary Bad boy, not puff or mike lowery, damn b.i.g. woulda been proud of me Ahh sh** man... Young hova ya heard? Who could f** wit him?