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Kanye West And Jay-Z : HAM lyrics

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Kanye West And Jay-Z lyrics : "HAM"

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
It was all good just a week ago, ^!$$%s feel theyselves
And they Watch the Throne drop, ^!$$%s kill themselves

What are ^!$$%s gon' do Hov? This a new crack on a new stove
I'm in the two-door, true that, ^!$$%s telling me "you back"
Like a ^!$$% ever left up out this (*##$, huh?

And if life's a (*##$ then suck my dick, huh?
And I bet she $#&@ed the whole clique, huh?
By the way ^!$$% you should $#&@ing quit ^!$$%

Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
Like Eli, I did it, joke's on you mother$#&@er, and I get it
No paper ho, but you can have some more of me

Or-a-gy or are we speaking metaphorically?
Historically I'm kicking (*##$es out like Pam, ^!$$%
Going HAM ^!$$%, me and Jigga

And a ^!$$% still young, wanna have no kids
But I've been practicing with some actresses as bad as %#@!
Had a few white girls, $$#es flat as %#@!

But the head's so good, damn a ^!$$%s glad he hit
Got 'em jumping out the building, watch out below
A million out the door, I'm about to go HAM


[Hook]
Hard as a mother$#&@er

Let these ^!$$%s know who I am
I'm about to go HAM
Hard as a mother$#&@er

Let these ^!$$%s know who I am

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

$#&@ y'all mad at me for? Y'all don't even know what I've been through
I played chicken with a Mack truck, y'all mutha$#&@as woulda been moved
I swam waters with Great Whites, y'all mutha$#&@as woulda been chewed

I hustled with vultures late nights, y'all mutha$#&@as woulda been food
$#&@ is wrong with these dudes?
Try to walk around in these shoes

See the %#@! I saw growing up
Then maybe you could take a peek at these, boo
^!$$%s fantasize about the %#@! that I do daily

Like these rappers rap about all the %#@! that I do really
I'm like really half a billion ^!$$%, really you got baby money
Keep it real with ^!$$%s, ^!$$%s ain't got my lady's money

Watch the Throne don't step on our robe
Bad enough we let you step on our globe
With my nephew die, daddy dead

^!$$% took the price on my uncle's head
Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled
So I feel like I'm collecting all my uncle's bread

Bow down, Brotha you suppose to pay homage
Don't spill hate, all on my garments
Comme des Garcons, $#&@ yo fresh

Headshots ^!$$%, $#&@ your vest
$#&@ the pigs, no pork on my fork
Peace God, cause you know a ^!$$% just went HAM


[Hook]

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