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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

Looking for a new kind of lover
Not a girl made of rubber
Someone who can make me feel how I wanna feel
And tell me all the things that I wanna hear
And make me lose control
And make me go insane
I want a girl that does cocaine

Cocaine(x2)

Screwed up is how she needs...

You remember the lessons taught in your past?
And how old you were
Before you wondered how many were lies?
They tried to teach about the anti-Christ
They tried to teach that Christ was nice
Did they say anything about the terms?
That eternal life meant food for worms?
Don t die for their dead religion, dead...

Cammina lo spazio su di me
segmenti sezionano l atmosfera
L infinito racchiude il mio perchè
la forza di un uomo è senza limiti

Ma chiudo gli occhi verso il cielo
ma il compositore di nuvole
si rinchiude in un libro di favole...

Lightning in a bottle
Fish in the stream
You in all your glory s
What I need

You got a gambler s grin
In the glow of the match
Hard as steel
And as soft as ash

Oh no...Tell me...

Happy anniversary, schools are short of funds
This is what I say, give the kids more guns
All of the classes are on how to kill
If you don t teach them then someone else will

Happy Death-Day to Columbine...
Let s make the world an Oklahoma City, fine
Wacky-Waco Happy Death Day, babies that were...