I stay, should I go I don't know You're driving me crazy I wanna be your lady But I got a man at home Even thought I I wont see How you put that thing
, you can't get next to The genuine article I do not sing though I sling though, if anything I bling yo A star like Ringo, roll like green Corvette Crazy bring ya whole set Jay-Z
Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get
her up I represent the lifestyle of those who third screen Buck 50 in *** 13 Jay-z, roc-a-fella, yo know the name I ain't a player, get it right I'm
up I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream A buck fifty a shot, Louis the thirteenth Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name I ain't a player get
it off, lines is visible. I battle, I challenge, I rhyme my syllables. Sound like Bone, that's dispicable. I'll put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original
Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] I told em imma get up, get out and get something, But I was a little bitty nothin, in the city thuggin, Neva been a nigga that?
if I don't get on That's why I grind 'till I get on 'Cause I'm gon' shine when I get on So I can't wait 'till I get on Ima push these rides when I
I'm gangsta, some say, I'm crazy If you ask me, I'll say I'm what the hood made me Now, I can stunt 'til my ass dead broke like Jay-Z Or put a hundred
back Unzip the backpack pull out a 50 yap I?ll probably go to jail but nahh that ain?t me I style crazy A net like jay z The black co jac I get money
Chicago on my back Unzip the backpack, pull out a fifth of Jack I?ll probably go to jail for, naw that ain?t me I style crazy and act like Jay-Z The black Kojak, I get
? Two man Big Pun, a one man Slaughterhouse A two album Jay-Z, a one n-gga Wu-Tang Young and hungry Mos Def, a conscious rappin' Lil Wayne I don't care
true romance Mary Magdalene, from a pole dance I'm a freak, huh? Rockstar life The second girl wit' us? That's our wife Hey, boys and girls, I got a new
I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black I repeat, you can't sit on my lap I don't have a beard, now get off my sack Scream at me They talk,
the intelligence that Jay-Z has I'm from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain't dumb I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me 99 problems but a bitch
Flatten your Bush+ till we smoking C.I. what up to the boy D.I. you know I handle B.I. I dont half step on a cane as them feds 'bout I how you want it
Van Axel I shake phoneys man, you can't get next to The genuine article I go I do not sing though I sling though, if anything I bling yo A star like Ringo, roll like Crazy bring ya whole set Jay-Z
can get it for sure Your whole rap clapped up out you If I don't get you back up Got you in a morgue sittin stiff in the drawer Niggaz I can't be caught