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[Jay-Z]
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Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
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Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
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Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH
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Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch
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Nigga what, nigga who?
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Nigga what, nigga who?
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Switcha flow, getcha dough
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Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
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Switcha flow, getcha dough
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Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
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[Jay-Z] --> first four lines overlap the section above
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Can't fuck with me
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They ain't ready yet
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Uh-huh uh-huh
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Yeah, yeah
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Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
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shots with the fo'-fo'
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Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
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Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
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Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
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Left holes through some guy clothes
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Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
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Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
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One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
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See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
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Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
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But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele
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Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it
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inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
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All night get you wide up inside the telly
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Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
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Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion)
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(Nigga what?)Make you think you can fuck with me
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(Nigga who?)Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
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*repeat 3X*
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(Nigga what?)Make you think you can fuck with me
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(Nigga who?)Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z
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[Jay-Z]
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Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it
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The same place where the rhymes is invented
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So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
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See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
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Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though
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Never get high, never run out of ammo
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Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
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You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
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And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
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Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
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Now she's mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be
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A pimp with a tragedy
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She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends
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She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
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I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..
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there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"
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Chorus (with variation in last line)
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[Jay-Z]
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Gotta vendetta even though I been better
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Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
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Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw
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two at me I threw fo' back, hold that
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Let the dough stack, way before Big had the gold Ac'
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Dame had the Lex black
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Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
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And right where you're stressed, where you rest at
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I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through
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with the glock jet black, you niggaz step back
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I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
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Me and my niggaz we invented the shit
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I came into the business with this, The Originator, non greater
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Jaz-O finish this shit
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[Big Jaz]
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Better learn, Jaz'll relax that, ever heard of me?
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Worldwide Originator, say word to me
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The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga
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like a third degree, see me shine so bright
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Nigga I'm my light, runnin rulin with rigor and vigor
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Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
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You fly-by-nights stop chirpin B
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Heavyweights type work to me
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For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me
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What? Cut your face in like surgery
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Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road
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when you had to be in bed at the PM
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Need the info, Jaz on the C-N-N
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forever touchin my workers beginnin you're endin
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Nigga your style's no style my style's hostile
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C'mon, faggot nigga down to take the gun home
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O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!)
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Chorus (with variations)
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[Amil-lion] * repeat to fade *
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Switcha flow, getcha dough
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Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
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Switcha flow, getcha dough
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Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
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Nigga What, Nigga Who
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