[Jay-Z]
I'm focused man
Tell Stoute to holla at me man

Uh, young Hova, ya heard?
Trackmasters, ya head?
Yo, yes y'all and Jigga man be balling

Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawling
Get the best of you whenever I put my all in
Have mamis calling for the Lord darling

Jigga Impallin' $$# drop
Coupes with half the top, expose half my knot
^!$$% mad when I brag about the cash I got

But I'm used to not having a lot
I'm from the gutter and uh
I ain't the type to ever chase your box

I'm the type to interior decorate the watch
I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block
In every state like clockwork; Jigga's the hurt holla


[Mya]
Lips are telling me yes

While you're kissing on my neck
Making me feel so
"Should I stay, should I go?"

I don't know
Your hot boy style drives me wild
But in the back of mind I know


Even though I wanna see
How you put that thang on me

I can't let you get the best of me

Conversation like what?

Big thighs got you stuck
Feelings starting to show
Should 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

[Jay-Z]

5,4,3,2,1
Carolina blue kicks
Hottest ^!$$% on the block

Used to wheelie bicycles since I was six
Highschool crossover, waived away picks
Music is the same %#@!, gave away hits

So ma get it together or forget it forever
When I go at you hard I can get it through leather
You acting like Jigga can't get at whoever

Talking you got a man, okay ma...and?
That's high school making me chase you around for months
Have an affair, act like an adult for once

Plus my hand is up your skirt !@#$ you flirt
What's a little me on top gon' hurt?
Maybe a little but

Pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes
And you look like the 'I Like It Rough' type
We can crush tonight

Tell me what you like
I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice
Get right; Young Hova


[Mya]
Make it hot, make it hot

Trackmaster
Mister Tone