Jay-Z lyrics

Jay-Z lyrics

"Jay Z Freestyle Lyrics"

Ethnic Cleansing Lyrics
Ethnic cleansing of a race. Taking life to save face. Turning on a life. Force to kill to survive. Prisoner of war. Sentenced to die to settle a score. Spewing forth the lies. Silence your scorn, silence your cries. It never ends, never satisfied. Contemplate the warning of your fate. Simplify, conduct the genocide. Take back your land, so


Yeah y'all this Jay-Z, coolin out with the Funk Flex

60 Minutes of Funk, volume two, how we do

Motherfucker... yeah you don't stop

You won't quit, Jay-Z drop shit like this

Aiyyo, my records sell cause I was born to do it

Kick that Willie shit well, cause I'm really gonna do it

The voice of the hustlers, who else gon do it?

Most niggaz is locked or in the box with embalming fluid

That's how I get it locked when I come through in the V

You rap niggaz on the radio don't do it for me

Insert the removable face, place the CD

Your Prince, cause you rap dudes don't make sense

Talk about bitten lines

Nigga I did ery bit of crime that I writ in mine

Ran so much coke, I
In the Dark Lyrics
In the dark It's just you and I Not a song, there's not one sigh Just the beat of my poor heart Lord, in the dark Now in the dark, in the dark I get such a thrill when he presses his fingertips upon my lips And begs me to please, please keep still Lord, in the dark But soon, this dance will be ending And you're gonna be missed Gee I'm not
could shit a dime

And this is way back when, way before your bullshit was signed

Tryin to indirectly, effect me, directly

Careful what you wish for, Jigga get raw

Nigga I'm straight gutta, let me remind you

Act like you, out of your mind, I put your mind out of you

I do anything when I put my mind to it

A whole lot more when I put the nine to it

I flow shit blow shit smash shit tow shit

On some sho' shit hose it down totally and you knows this man

Keep niggaz in awe with the old shit

No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get

I fold shit like poker, smack em around

On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?

Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell
I Shot The Sheriff Lyrics
I shot the sheriff, But I did not shoot the deputy. I shot the sheriff, But I didn't shoot the deputy. All around my home town They're trying to track me down. They say the want to bring me in guilty For the killing of the deputy; For the life of a deputy. I said.. I shot the sheriff, But I swear it was in self defense. I shot the s
me

Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay?

No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit

Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit

Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick

I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit

I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit

Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit!



Yeah Funk Flex and uh, we don't stop

Y'all wanna rhyme like me, wanna dime like me

Every Tom Dick and Harry wanna ride my mami

Drink Cristal, play diamonds in his wristal

Sell fish scale, y'all niggaz love this style

Wannabe players, Jay-Z's offic-ial

Been through out, I could tell you what to do and how to do it
For Your Violin Lyrics
She said, "Catch me if you can. You better plan, Gentlemen." So The Story Goes: Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary Set 'em afloat on a Merchant's Boat, set sail for Johnny Appleseed Johnny planted the magic seeds. Botany, POOF!: Magic Trees Paul Bunyan said, "This will fetch me brea
r /> Foundation is layed, we can take this to the top babygirl

if you're not afraid, the world is watchin

Most certainly, clowns wanna get up in your drawers

think they hurtin me, ha hah

I keep you ill and traced out, tennis brace style

Cartier watch my diamond face style

Crib on the coast, marble floors laced out

Chase you upstairs singing 'Let's Play House'

Drop a seed in her, little life to breathe in her

Wanna boy so to be sure, I OD'd in her

His days are laced in Caesar Leguars

All the chicks jealous at the baby showers

Beatch!



How we do, Funk Flex, yeah

Brooklyn...



*fades into How About Some Hardcore by M.O.P