(feat. Lord Tariq, Nas) [the Jay-Z and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O'Neal's "No Love Lost"] what the hell...what the hell... check check check check it out what the hell...what the hell... [Chorus 1: Lord Tariq] People know me on these streets player, I ain't new Lookin at me all funny, while I'm countin my money Suprise, what I do is already legalized Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost [Jay-Z] Fo' sure, everythings for dough now flow, you gotta pay a little more now It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the Bezzle out Y'all don't like it? Sue me, fuck I'll settle out Ghetto'd out in the vehicle Bent These days I mellowed out, see success make a fella content Uh-huh, you know, this rap star, Poppy Chulo Jay-Z, Hugo, of course player you lost player I know you rappers wanna see me fail But quick to see a 600SL be twelve Live wit it, y'all got dough to get get it I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your pie Seventy thirty, the nigga you work for work for me Bottom line [Chorus 2: Jay-Z] People know me on these streets and the towns I been through Lookin at me, stay focused, I'm givin em straight poker suprise What I do is already legalized Analyze how I floss of course, ain't no love lost [Lord Tariq] We be the Bronx to BK'lyn, togethor we about a ton or better on the way in, we rhyme related, very underestimated That's why I'm winnin in this world of sins Steady grinnin, money boss spendin Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influencial Spiritualy and mental, what you into I done been through Preachin my words and don't know what you owe It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it Ain't nothin changed, but players, the game remains the same I had a ten year run, hey I can't complain Took the next step see, from Coke to Pepsi From the bx weed, ridin the south beach on jet-ski Play to survive, you ain't live you just livin You breathin a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden Come around, bad decision, you rather be in prison aint' no duckin what I'm deliverin won't be forgivin in Layin there shiverin, half the night You gotta walk toward the light, everything is aiight I make sure everything you endure stays tight Big [boom] Lord Tariq, Jay-Z, outta sight [Chorus 1] [Nas] I spend nights on corners, see the crack, cop my first mac No longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back It hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearst black But curse that, tryin to see Nas was your worst match Blowin like Tahitii, throw off NYPD Am I greedy? like I mean EDC me In a fly Salinii gimme frames in the beanie I flip my loot twice a week on my most trifest streets You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep Ain't no love lost, none taken, none givin Stressin how I'm livin it, thinkin when my loot first came look what I did with it, bought my click glaciers and pagers, rollin ten deep to Las Vegas Copped a live croc, chopped it up, hit my block off wit gators, feedin peoples, from the bridge to Dequatas But now, two years five months and 30 days later I still put out the street flavor But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his night wear Awoke me up the ways I used to be in my heist years Bubble eye small fry loaded four five just thirstin for some person with shine to just walk by Now that I can see the 360, now that its me thats jiggy them cooly heads they wanna stick me, whoa
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Lord Tariq, Nas) [the Jay-Z and Tariq verses are from Shaquille O'Neal's "No Love Lost"] what the hell...what the hell... check check check check it out what the hell...what the hell... [Chorus 1: Lord Tariq] People know me on these streets player, I ain't new Lookin at me all funny, while I'm countin my money Suprise, what I do is already legalized Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost [Jay-Z] Fo' sure, everythings for dough now flow, you gotta pay a little more now It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the Bezzle out Y'all don't like it? Sue me, fuck I'll settle out Ghetto'd out in the vehicle Bent These days I mellowed out, see success make a fella content Uh-huh, you know, this rap star, Poppy Chulo Jay-Z, Hugo, of course player you lost player I know you rappers wanna see me fail But quick to see a 600SL be twelve Live wit it, y'all got dough to get get it I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your pie Seventy thirty, the nigga you work for work for me Bottom line [Chorus 2: Jay-Z] People know me on these streets and the towns I been through Lookin at me, stay focused, I'm givin em straight poker suprise What I do is already legalized Analyze how I floss of course, ain't no love lost [Lord Tariq] We be the Bronx to BK'lyn, togethor we about a ton or better on the way in, we rhyme related, very underestimated That's why I'm winnin in this world of sins Steady grinnin, money boss spendin Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influencial Spiritualy and mental, what you into I done been through Preachin my words and don't know what you owe It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it Ain't nothin changed, but players, the game remains the same I had a ten year run, hey I can't complain Took the next step see, from Coke to Pepsi From the bx weed, ridin the south beach on jet-ski Play to survive, you ain't live you just livin You breathin a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden Come around, bad decision, you rather be in prison aint' no duckin what I'm deliverin won't be forgivin in Layin there shiverin, half the night You gotta walk toward the light, everything is aiight I make sure everything you endure stays tight Big [boom] Lord Tariq, Jay-Z, outta sight [Chorus 1] [Nas] I spend nights on corners, see the crack, cop my first mac No longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back It hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearst black But curse that, tryin to see Nas was your worst match Blowin like Tahitii, throw off NYPD Am I greedy? like I mean EDC me In a fly Salinii gimme frames in the beanie I flip my loot twice a week on my most trifest streets You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep Ain't no love lost, none taken, none givin Stressin how I'm livin it, thinkin when my loot first came look what I did with it, bought my click glaciers and pagers, rollin ten deep to Las Vegas Copped a live croc, chopped it up, hit my block off wit gators, feedin peoples, from the bridge to Dequatas But now, two years five months and 30 days later I still put out the street flavor But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his night wear Awoke me up the ways I used to be in my heist years Bubble eye small fry loaded four five just thirstin for some person with shine to just walk by Now that I can see the 360, now that its me thats jiggy them cooly heads they wanna stick me, whoa
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