Текст песни Jay-Z f M.O.P. - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & the Curse
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[Jay-Z]You gotta let this one breathe JustJust let it breathe for a second "I`m not trying to give you, no advice"Yup, Hovi`s home! The newest addition to The Roc, M.O.P. "I don`t claim to be"The Blueprint 2 is on it`s way "Noooooooooo philosopher"I know y`all hear my footsteps out there, I`m comin "But I sure know, this is life"Let`s go get `em Just![Lil` Fame]Time to dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAH)Dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAH) dump (FIYAAAAAAAHHH!) "You don`t know, what you`re doing - doing - doing - doing.."It`s the Mo` P. (YES!!) And the zip code is 1 (1) 2 (3)THREE, and motherfucker we comin, 100 miles and gunninI`m still runnin with cats that robFrom the era of XL 80`s and hatchback Saabs(SAME GAME!) Operation for this "Industry Lockdown"We still tote hammers that go BLAK-OWW, run up if you wannaBelieve me dawg, these hammers with they ownersFuck ya G up, have ya with blue Pampers in a coma, andYour family now moan, look, 70 pounds goneA little fuck, shriveled up, with a hospital gown on(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!) Keep pushin we fell bastardsTo get over, we prowl with slippery shell tacticsJiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-upsLil` niglette! What the fuck you recordin, "My Nig` Jr.?"(THE GAME AIN`T CHANGED!) It just got harderPlus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S dot CarterBrownsville (YEP!) We stomp through this bitch all dayRock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage[Billy Danze]Uh, uh, uhI`m from the G side of thangs (OHH) where we ride and bangWith a heat dat`ll flame, that`s how we got the name(WARRIORS!) Embedded in ya brainsAnd someone should be tellin `em the veterans have cameAnd we`re better in the game, YOU BET I`LL MAKE IT RAIN("27 a gram") My man, it`s better than cocaineNow everything will change and this Family will rule the worldAnd you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and earl!A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mineSo it`s my time to shine and for you to ride the pineI wont sit back and rap like these dumb-ass kidsI been around, I put it down, I aint these young-ass kids(M.O.P.) The O.G.`s repped and survived around this motherfucker(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherfuckerWhen it`s crunch time, we do it our wizzayFor shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols in B.K.[Jay-Z]WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!Turn my music high, high, high, high-erMO` fire, more Roc-a-wear attireMO` money, MO` murder now that M.O.P.`s hiredMO` further for the Roc Empire, y`all won`t serve usY`ALL nervous, know them guns on full service, ready to fireOne body, two body, three body, fourYoung sittin on paper, I`m above the lawYoung shittin on haters, I ain`t fuckin with y`allFor my Brownsville neighbors, "How About Some Hardcore?"And it just get worser, every time I sign my signature in cursiveJust add another million to these versesOne million, two million, three million, fourAnd the money`s really worthless, I`m pissin you off on purposeMy nephew`s situated, and my mom is straightSo I`m ready for whatever drama should come my wayAnd you niggaz rappin to me, so your drama is fakeYou dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bakeYou dudes is cake, I keep two biscuits on the waistRazor blades under the tongue, I will eat your faceAppetite for destruction, I am starvin todayGot a money hungry lawyer that`ll eat the caseAnd that`s just food for thought, don`t let it go to wasteNigga bite the bullet until you stuffin ya face, haI done forgot more than you ever learnedWhat you don`t know will make your home a permanent urn, nigga! "Do you believe it!!" "You don`t know, what you`re doing - doing - doing - doing.." "Do you believe it!!" "You don`t know, what you`re doing - doing - doing - doing.." "Do you believe it!!"