[Intro]
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This is the operator with a collect call from "Emory Jones"
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To accept the charges, press one now
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[Jay-Z]
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Uhh, woo!
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Emory whattup?
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Told you I ain´t too good with writin letters and all
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Shit I don´t even write rhymes
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But what I will do
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I´ma send you this opus scribed through the airwaves
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Vibe with me
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[Chorus: John Legend]
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I knowwwww.. I knowwwwww
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Some places we can go, some places we can go
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I knowwwww.. I knowwwwww!
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Some places we can go, some places we can go
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Do you wanna riiiiiiide... with me
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Do you wanna RIIIIIIIDE... with me
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[Jay-Z - over Chorus]
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Uh-huh, uh-huh
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Yeah nigga I bet we was kids and had dreams of bein here
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I said "we" cause I´m here, you here!
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Uhh
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Yeah, ride with me, your spot is reserved family
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Cigarette boats, yachts, ain´t nowhere we can´t go
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We in South Beach and the Hamptons too baby!
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[Jay-Z]
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You know why they call The Projects a project, because it´s a project!
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An experiment, where in it, only it´s objects
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And the object for us to explore our prospects
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And sidestep cops on the way to the top - yes!
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As kids we would daydream, sittin on our steps
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Pointin at cars like yeah that´s our sex
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Hustlers, prophets, made our eyes stretch
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Swanson got the spot, shit we started our trek
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Some of us made it, most of us digressed
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In the name of those who ain´t made it my progress
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Show success please live through me
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See I´m the eyes for Emory, keep him alive
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(This is a collect call) So everytime I press five
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All he wanna hear is his boy talk fly
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Up in the fed, and still holdin his head
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So when he hits the streets he gon´ eat through this bread
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Now let´s ride
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[Chorus]
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[Jay-Z - over Chorus]
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Uh-huh, geah
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I´m crushin ´em all for Jones
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MTV, BET, the Grammys, crushed linen, purple label
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All that fly shit we talked about
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Give him some nice pinky rings with the blue diamonds and e´rything
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Hehehe, that´s what we talked about right?
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Uh-huh... tried to told you, ride with me
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[Jay-Z]
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International Hov´, I told you so
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Forty 40´s out in Tokyo
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Singapore, all this from singin songs
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Comin up though we thought slingin raw
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was the end all be all of bein rich didn´t we
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Little did I know my mo´ potent delivery
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would deliver me, kingpin of the inkpen
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Monster of the double entendre, Coke is still my sponsor
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Heh, the Cola, yeah
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Hova still gettin it in with soda
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Diet, no sir, I ain´t lose no weight
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Started from the crates now I´m sittin on a whole case
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Since they got you sittin on that old case
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Our dreams is on hold like Tivo
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So I can´t wait ´til you get your date
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I got some temp plates outside of the gate
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We gon´ ride
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[Chorus]
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[Jay-Z - over Chorus]
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Uh-huh, uh-huh
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Geah
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Don´t even worry about it though, you ain´t missed nuttin
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It only gets better, they got the Maybach Coupe now
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Look like the Batmobile, the Phantom the top just comes off that joint
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It only gets better
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They caught your body they can´t trap your mind
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Keep your spirit alive read your books
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Matter of fact, let me take you somewhere
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Vibe with me, c´mon
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[Jay-Z]
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Now me and my lil´ mama, Kita and Tata
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Juan and Dez out in San Tropez
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Jay round in Gabana, sneakin marijuana
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You know that Mary J. give you +No More Drama+
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Lost a couple friends this whole shit got weird
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But when you get home you know your spot´s reserved, ya heard?
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I put my niggaz on, my niggaz put they niggaz on
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Now we all somewhere fun, chillin in the sun
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I ain´t forget you cousin, hehe
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Yeah nigga y´all can wear sneakers on the beach if you want to
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Y´all niggaz come and c´mon, playin money marathon
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My young´n is LeBron, you know what that makes me baby
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Big Homey! Hehe, Emory what´s up?
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[Chorus - starts over last few lines of above]
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[Jay - over Chorus]
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Wan´ ride with us? You´re more than welcome
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We ain´t on no bullshit, uhh
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Put your feet up
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Big Tye I see |