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Lyrics for Hard Knock Life This Thing of OursBelly soundtr by Jay-Z:
| | | Artist: | Jay-Z |
| | Album: | Volume 2 / Hard Knock Life | | Track: | Hard Knock Life This Thing of OursBelly soundtr | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 139 | | | | Lyrics: | the version on Belly has an extra verse
[Memphis]
Yeah, check it
Yo yeah I
smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew
love I spit two at every few thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my
strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's
gone
Nigga don't prolong
Play the studio and get my flow on
And sell weight on a
later base
My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place
And walk
straight up on you fuckin crooked niggaz
Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie
niggaz
I drink Henny mixed wit nothing
My weed and the dutch is somethin
What you
niggaz sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
Reportin for my
live niggaz just like me WHAT
[Jay-Z]
Haha this is Roc-A-Fella for life
This is
Roc-A-Fella for life
[Chorus]
You know it's crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we
die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough
sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love,
Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack
dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
[Beanie
Siegel]
Yo, I set up shop wit nick rocks that'll upset rookies
Make 'em slide like li'l
dicks in wet pussy
Open up the whole strip, like Monopoly
Dare one of ya'll to land on my
property
Think you get some dough for my community chest?
Blaow blaow two to yo
chest
Ya'll niggaz can't pass go cuz it cost to pass
Ya'll niggaz cheap like Baltic Ave.
Type ta land on jail can't pay your bail
Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you
think
I'm the wrong one to lie to
Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply
YOU
And ya'll a bunch talk money
I'm tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin boardwalk
money
Two-brick money new blue six money
Paroo trip money flew in six money
Taj Mahal
trips orange chips money
Long dick money all in yo bitch money
Flow like the flu and spit
sick money
Peep hotty's Roc-A-Fella wools route
All black mask down wit they tools
out
Beanie mack I'll move out
I had niggaz runnin from school pickin new routes
Then
I'll run and lick a shot make 'em move south
Switch up they last name get a new
spouse
Scrambled up some down-payment for a new house
No matter where you go Mack gone
find ya
I'm like a shadow nigga I'm right behind ya
I'll blow out ya brains and won't
give ya no reminder
[Chorus]
[Memphis]
Me and my road dog
Been OG's
for so long
Spit raw rolled up niggaz can smoke on
Shit I let 'em have it you faggots
ain't know my status
Fuckin with my mathematics you make us savage
Five nine one six O,
light brown
M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it down
[Jay-Z]
Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella
till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin, nigga
[Beanie]
Aiyyo I pray to
the God MC to bless me
Wit a ill ass flow and sick ass dough
Where it don't make no sense
that hundreds and cents and
Thousands of dollars ice freezes my collar
Where I need a
turtle-neck to rock my check
And a pair of isotoners to rock my rings
Get the signin
bonus know mack toppin them thangs
Flip twice rip that crew then I'm droppin my
thang
[Jay-Z]
Nigga it's crew love | | | |
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