[Swizz Beatz]
Hey - hands UP!
Hey - hands UP!
[Just Blaze]
Ladies and gentlemen, you STILL rockin with the best
I bought a few friends along, we gon do it like this, c'mon
ONE (ONE) TWO (TWO) THREE - HERE WE GO!!!
[Saigon]
Microphone check one two what is this?
The Yardfather coming to give n***** the business
It's so beyond rap, c*** sucker we live this
So uhm, come on baby, come on, come on and witness
The next ten years of this s***, the slickness is deliberate
Lyrically it's as sick as it get
I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the ??
I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the MSX
Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulant type
Come here and I'll show you that I spit on just more then a mic
I make it hard for n***** to breathe, please
These wicked emcees squeeze
Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DT
I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permenant ring around it
Then go run in the booth and sing about it
Look, if I don't hurt the n**** that play with my wealth
I'm like me on Entourage god, I'm playing myself, let's go
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hold up, the pump will make you jump up, put ya body in the tr-unk
Keep goin now..
New York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-ump
Don't touch the boy, yup!
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up, put ya body in the tr-unk
I'll whip ya a** from
New York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-ump
ONE, TWO, THREE, WE GONE!
[Jay-Z]
You ain't crazy, don't you play me, don't you know it's Jay-Z?
When internets ask who's the best, why won't you say me?
Don't you hate me? C'mon baby, was it all gravy?
I took my lumps comin up just like a boxer baby
My first style - hmm, maybe if I stuttered, maybe
But then I slowed it down, brought it from the gutter baby
Mat'a fact, I don't give a f*** where you rate me
Record labels told me, "No" - guess what the f*** they made me?!
Super rich! Stupid b****** know I'm super viscious
like, standin over a wounded man wit, two biscuits
Let's get it clear like eucalyptus, if you conflicted
My flow is like the Cuban Missle Crisis
n****, my hand missles in priceless
I hide a couple rare jewels in a verse
for my n***** that like to listen like this
Hahahaha - you gotta let it do what it do, baby
C'MON!
[Chorus]
[Saigon]
Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger
Humdinger, gun slinger, that's what I am
I spit it slick as the s*** that's in a Crisco can
So you should, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon and get witcha man
Got the rap s*** down to a chemistry
Lotta fakes in the industry, but I don't let them get to me
I rock for my brothers that's locked in the penitentary
Me, Jay and Swizzy got the "Symphony of the Century"
Roc-A-Fella, Fort Knox, f***** ya heard that!
I don't know where you be, but see I be where the birds at
She ask me buy her a drink, I get her some 'gnac
Then it's, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon let's merk to the back
And way before my contract, I had hoes
Rappers claim that they had broads, but I doubt that they was bad broads
I'm feelin disrespected
If ev'rybody f***** dimes, who got all these UGLY b****** pregnant?!
[Chorus]
Hey - hands UP!
Hey - hands UP!
[Just Blaze]
Ladies and gentlemen, you STILL rockin with the best
I bought a few friends along, we gon do it like this, c'mon
ONE (ONE) TWO (TWO) THREE - HERE WE GO!!!
[Saigon]
Microphone check one two what is this?
The Yardfather coming to give n***** the business
It's so beyond rap, c*** sucker we live this
So uhm, come on baby, come on, come on and witness
The next ten years of this s***, the slickness is deliberate
Lyrically it's as sick as it get
I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the ??
I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the MSX
Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulant type
Come here and I'll show you that I spit on just more then a mic
I make it hard for n***** to breathe, please
These wicked emcees squeeze
Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the DT
I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permenant ring around it
Then go run in the booth and sing about it
Look, if I don't hurt the n**** that play with my wealth
I'm like me on Entourage god, I'm playing myself, let's go
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hold up, the pump will make you jump up, put ya body in the tr-unk
Keep goin now..
New York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-ump
Don't touch the boy, yup!
Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up, put ya body in the tr-unk
I'll whip ya a** from
New York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-ump
ONE, TWO, THREE, WE GONE!
[Jay-Z]
You ain't crazy, don't you play me, don't you know it's Jay-Z?
When internets ask who's the best, why won't you say me?
Don't you hate me? C'mon baby, was it all gravy?
I took my lumps comin up just like a boxer baby
My first style - hmm, maybe if I stuttered, maybe
But then I slowed it down, brought it from the gutter baby
Mat'a fact, I don't give a f*** where you rate me
Record labels told me, "No" - guess what the f*** they made me?!
Super rich! Stupid b****** know I'm super viscious
like, standin over a wounded man wit, two biscuits
Let's get it clear like eucalyptus, if you conflicted
My flow is like the Cuban Missle Crisis
n****, my hand missles in priceless
I hide a couple rare jewels in a verse
for my n***** that like to listen like this
Hahahaha - you gotta let it do what it do, baby
C'MON!
[Chorus]
[Saigon]
Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger
Humdinger, gun slinger, that's what I am
I spit it slick as the s*** that's in a Crisco can
So you should, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon and get witcha man
Got the rap s*** down to a chemistry
Lotta fakes in the industry, but I don't let them get to me
I rock for my brothers that's locked in the penitentary
Me, Jay and Swizzy got the "Symphony of the Century"
Roc-A-Fella, Fort Knox, f***** ya heard that!
I don't know where you be, but see I be where the birds at
She ask me buy her a drink, I get her some 'gnac
Then it's, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon let's merk to the back
And way before my contract, I had hoes
Rappers claim that they had broads, but I doubt that they was bad broads
I'm feelin disrespected
If ev'rybody f***** dimes, who got all these UGLY b****** pregnant?!
[Chorus]