11/7/2022 0 Comments Jay z takeover![]() (Live)4.Can't Knock The Hustle/Family Affair5.Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) (Live)6.I Just Wanna Love You (Give It 2 Me) (Live)7.Izzo (H.O.V.A) (Live)8.Jigga That Nigga/People Talking9.Jigga What, Jigga Who (Live)10.Takeover (Live)Jay-Z Lyrics provided by Get the embed code Jay-Z - Jay-Z: Unplugged Album Lyrics1.Ain't No Nigga (Live)2.Big Pimpin' (Live)3.Can I Get A. You only get half a bar, fuck y'all niggaz You can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busyĪnd all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels You are not deep, you made your bed now sleepĭon't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you I will end it, all that yappin' be finished ![]() I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks I don't know why your advisers ain't forewarn you Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throneĭo not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown 'Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who With you know who but just keep that between me and you for nowĪ wise man told me don't argue with fools You niggaz gon' learn to respect the kingĭon't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Your shit is garbage but you try and kick knowledge? That's a one hot album every ten year averageĪnd that's so lame, nigga switch up your flow That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due Use your brain, you said you been in this tenįour albums in ten years nigga? I can divide You made it a hot line, I made it a hot songĪnd you ain't get a coin nigga, you was gettin' fuckedĪnd I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was usin' it wrong Then I heard your album 'bout your tec on the dresser I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor You scribbled in your notepad and created your life Nigga, you ain't live it, you witnessed it from your folks pad There's only so long fake thugs can pretend That's why your lame careers come to a end Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' songīut I know, the sun don't shine, then son don't shine To your bodyguard's 'Oochie Wally' verse better than yours Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbageįell from top ten to not mentioned at all Youse the fag model for Karl Kani Esco ads I sold what ya whole album sold in my first weekīut along with celebrity comes 'bout seventy shots to your frame No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole 'Cause nobody can read you dudes like we doĭon't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes ![]() Well, we don't believe you, you need more people Then you dropped 'Shook Ones', switch your demeanor You was a ballerina, I got your pictures I seen ya When I was pushin' weight, back in eighty-eight You little fuck, I've got money stacks bigger than you I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit So you won't confuse it with just rap music ![]() Uh, we kill you motherfuckin' ants with a sledgehammerĭon't let me do it to you dunny 'cause I overdo it We bring, knife to fistfight, kill your drama Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triageīeatch, your reach ain't long enough, dunny You bringin' them Boyz II Men, how them boys gon' win? ![]() Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest It's like bringin' a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Hey, lil' soldier you ain't ready for war ![]()
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