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JAY-Z lyrics : "Intro - Hand It Down"

(feat. Memphis Bleek)
Sorry boys..
but all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again

Lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
All those new ^!$$%z stop there

but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well
maybe not the last

Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
New, IMPROVED Jay-Z
I quit

I'm retirin
Ain't enough money in THIS game, to keep me around
Sorry Big, I tried

Honest
Can't go with me on this ride though
I'm callin the shots

The bar's closing
Where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-a-Fella y'all

OKAY, I'M RELOADED!

"Bringin the drama"

"Tryin to come up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a couple of dollar signs to my name"

"Roc-a-Fella y'all"
"One of the best!"
"Waitin for my day to come"

"Just give me the word"

[Memphis Bleek]

Nah this ain't Jigga it's your lil ^!$$% Bleek
Reportin to these mother$#&@ers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced

At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all those
with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys

Large ^!$$%z told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's
First gun two bullets, ^!$$%z know I do pull it

^!$$%z tryin to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger

You find a (*##$ that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
%#@! is constant, that's why I pack the

Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin to come up on y'all

Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets
from sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bull%#@!tin they'll kill you dead

One week of this hustlin brought a living room set
Went to ? D's, ^!$$%z mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out

Flashy, fly little ^!$$%
Nosy (*##$ from the third floor like "Why little ^!$$%?"
(*##$ please, twist the trees

Took a long pull, like (*##$ to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm serious


"Waitin for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"

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