Текст песни Jay-Z f DMX - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Jay-Z f DMX - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life слова песни
Jay-Z:Turn the lights all the wayTurn the lights all the way downWhat Uhhuh Yeah (Uhh)Come onBig flow(GGRRRRRR)Come on yeah come on Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sickFuck all y`all haters blow dickI spits the game for those that throw bricksMoney cash hoes money cash chicks whatSex murder and mayhem romance for the streetOnly wife of mines is a life of crimeAnd since, life`s a bitch in mini-skirts and big chestsHow can I not flirt with death That`s life`s a nigga, long as life prevent usWe gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive usFuck itIce the wrists and raise the price on these niggazY`all cant floss on my levelI`ll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitterWhen I go all the harlem playaz wall my pictureIf you get close enough you can read the scriptureIt reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga whatChorus: (repeat 2X)Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT)Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH)Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON)Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT)Flavors robust platinum and gold touch Y`all rap now, fast money lets slow it upNiggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luckRoc-A-Fella foreva CEO what whatUs the villains, fuck your feelingsWhile yall playa hate we in the upper millionsWhats the dealings (huh) its like New York`s been softEver since Snoop came through and crushed the buildingsI`m tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealingMore money more cash more chillingI know they gone criticize the hook on this songLike I give a fuck I`m just a crook on this songBed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit I led a life you can write a book onSex murder and mayhem romance for the street Man and I tell ya itll be the best sellerChorus: (2X)DMX:D-M-X and my dogs biteJigga my nigga rhyme all nightThugs for life one night with this rap shitLet em go and I bet they know what`ll happen When we clap shitActin like we owe em somethingThen we show em somethingTalk greasy I think they found em down the road or somethingFuckin wit a madman in a bad moodIts like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed foodAnd the only thing thats stoppin him is you Cause the only thing that he`ll be droppin is youTopic include; choppin in twoDrop it to Clue and the response from the streetThis was one dog that loves raw meatBut gettin back to just cause I, love my niggaz I shed blood, for my niggaz Let a nigga holler where my niggazAll I`ma hear is right here my nigga Chorus: (2X)Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuhRuff RydersMy nigga SwizzUhhuh uhhuhDont stop biatchUhUhhuh yeah Inspect the game yo