Текст песни Jay-Z f Amil, Beanie Siegal, Memphis Ble - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter
Jay-Z f Amil, Beanie Siegal, Memphis Ble - Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter слова песни
[Amil] (Jay-Z)(Alright yeah)Would ya love me? (Uh-huh, alright)Would ya hate me? (Watch this yo)I know ya love me (Alright)I know ya hate me (Uh Clue)Would ya love me? (Brand new Duro)Would ya hate me?I know ya love me (Feel this yo, uh)[Amil]Uh, uh, uhSee me comin through hair done just a slinging my shitWith something Gucci on clinging to my hipsFrontin with the Star Tech ringing in the whipIcy ears, neck, fingers for yearsGot the show wild with the toes outShit I don`t fuck with no stingy niggaI rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi niggaWhat I`mma do with your little blunts and Henney nigga?I`mma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley niggaUh my niggas will ride for meYou should see all the things they buy for meUh, it`s obvious how I spend my timeAround ballers all day don`t have to spend a dimeCallin` up room service when it`s dinner timeGet my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga, uh, uh, uh[Amil] (Beanie Siegal)Would ya love me? (If we couldn`t cop the drop)Would ya hate me? (If we couldn`t drop the top)I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc)I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked)Would ya love me? (If we couldn`t cop the drop)Would ya hate me? (If we couldn`t drop the top)I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc)I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked)[Beanie Siegal]Ay yo, we gon` stop this hereGet this clear the general of the Roc in hereBeanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this yearKeep the ego we been bound to the top ya hearForget about it you don`t know me yo stop the staresI`ve been about it pop you then pop ya peersYou know how I do six coup, top be clearYou know how I play low layer Roc-A-WearCatch Siegal in the kitchen balloon in the pieY`all from whom to buyY`all niggas know if y`all cross MacY`all soon to dieCuz you know I bring heat like June and JulySpit like AugustI`m the truth I`m not lyingI`m the reason why Jay feel comfortable retiringI gotta laugh cuz y`all work hard at this shitThink about yo I just started this shitJust imagine if I put my heart in this shitScary sight y`all niggas feel me rightGod damn yo I barely writeBut every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nikes[Amil] (Beanie Siegal)Would ya love me? (If we couldn`t cop the drop)Would ya hate me? (If we couldn`t drop the top)I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc)I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked)Would ya love me? (If we couldn`t cop the drop)Would ya hate me? (If we couldn`t drop the top)I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc)I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked)[Memphis Bleek]Yo, yo, well I`m gold nowMemph Man Coming Of Age and I`m grown nowSittin on chrome nowI`m the youngest gun, I get it on with anyoneI`ve been in thirty beefs shit I`m barely 21Guns I hold em like offensive linemenBring em back to the streets like a brick on consignmentInterlining of the Mark BuchananSpark two hammersMemph Man gold marks the understanding[Jay-Z]We don`t engage in war we elopeOrange juice style beat niggas to a pulpWe broke nigga you just told 3 jokesMe, Biggs, and Dame we get some thingsSee the six dames me and Biggs live in the RangeMine`s platinum his ChampagneNiggas whisper cuz if they talk they gets slainY`all`s was looking for me on the charts the bricks cameLeft the same night in the morning the chicks cameI just use rap to put shit in my nameThe death`s just a matter of time the hit`s been arranged