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[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let s go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh..
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You re now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house

[Memphis Bleek]
Still here, never left
Still bust, I m all that, still puff, beeeitch!

[Jay-Z]
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Yeah
Crist sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!
.. hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man I m rollin on dubs
Don t forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It s the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
{*cycle whizzes by*} Y all don t hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?

[Beanie Sigel]
Nah dawg, that s M. Bleek comin

[Memphis Bleek]
Who the FLUCK, want, what?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama with

[Jay-Z]
The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and.. Sigel

[Beanie Sigel]
Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat
Three-X-T, I m Lincoln now, you can t see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig any track I ma spit the talk to it
Down South all bounce Crips gon walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air

[singer]
Don t change the game for these folks
Change the game like we supposed

[Jay-Z]
Sigel Sigel in the house

[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

[singer]
Don t change the game for these folks
Change the game like we supposed

[Jay-Z]
Memph Bleek in the house

[Memphis Bleek]
Still here, never left
Still bust, I m all that, still puff, beeeitch!

[singer]
Don t change the game for these folks
Change the game like we supposed

[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house.. Jigga!
Crist sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!

I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train s
More chains than rings, niggaz won t do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I m deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
It s only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can t call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me - there s only one rule
I WILL NOT, LOSE!

I.
Raz ostatni to chyba już
Kiedy głowę łamię jakby tu
Wytłumaczyć czy to się da
Bo co to znaczy, kiedy patrzę właśnie tak
Jakby wszystko poszło łatwiej
Gdybyś patrząc także wiedziała bez słów

Przynajmniej
Raz nie byłaby to
Kalka, kopia jak sto
Sytuacji w jakich zawsze śpiewa ktoś
Że czekanie to krzyk
Że tak chciałby z Nią być
Zamiast...

I look away, just as you say, another time.
Another day, I wait this way for your reply.
But things can change, and rearrange,
And just when you think it s safe,
They change again.

Are you alone? Your answerphone, should I say Hi?...

Speed me towards death
cause I just can t wait for her
I want her to come
I want to embrace her
I ve decided it s life
that I don t like - that I don t like
speed me towards death

Rapture

With photographs
And magnetic tape
We capture
Pretty animals in cages
Pretty flowers in vases
Enraptured

And doesn’t the tree
Write great poetry?
Doing itself so well

Do you blame monet?
His gardens in giverny
He captured
And lovely basho
His plunking ponds and toads
Enraptured

The fate of kurt cobain
Junk coursing through his veins
And young virginia woolf
Death came and hung her coat

Love of color,...

Hidden talent

Just like a person from another world
My eyes can see inside you, little girl
I see things that you don’t want to see
I see things you’re trying to hide from me

I’m just trying to make you understand
All the ways you can affect this man
From the moment that you came in touch
With...