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4. Encore
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Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind
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[Chorus]
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Now can I get an encore, do you want more
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Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
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So for one last time I need y'all to roar
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Now what the hell are you waitin for
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After me, there shall be no more
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So for one last time, nigga make some noise
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[Verse One]
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Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that
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The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at
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Can't none of y'all mirror me back
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Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G. Rap in his prime
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I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead
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Back to take over the globe, now break bread
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I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express
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Out the country but the blueberry still connect
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On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
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But when you Young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
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Grand openin, grand closin
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God your man Hov' cracked the can open again
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Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
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just draw off inspiration
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Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
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with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
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[Chorus] - 1/2
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{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}
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[Verse Two]
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{*sighs*} Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
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Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
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When you first come in the game, they try to play you
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Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
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From Marcy to Madison Square
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To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
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As fate would have it, Jay's status appears
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to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
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When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
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It ain't to play games witchu
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It's to aim at you, probably maim you
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If I owe you I'm blowin you to smithereeens
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Cocksucker take one for your team
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And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
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I came, I saw, I conquered
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From record sales, to sold out concerts
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So muh'fucker if you want this encore
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I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore
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[Interlude]
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OWWWW! It's star time
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This man is MADE! He's KILLIN all y'all jive turkeys
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Do y'all want more of the Jigga man?
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Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man
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Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage
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Say Hova, c'mon say it!
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HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there? {*crowd chants "HO-VA! HO-VA!"*}
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Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder!
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Yeah, now see that's what I'm talkin bout
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They love you Jigga - they love you Jigga!
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[Jay-Z]
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I like the way this one feel
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It's so muh'fuckin soulful man!
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(Whoaaaaaahhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh, whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh)
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Yeah {*crowd still chanting*} okay
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[Verse Three]
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So this here is the victory lap
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Then I'm lea-vin, that's how you get me back
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After a year of them 16's, it's one point two
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And that's two point four, and I'm only doin two
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You wanted to gain attention new dudes
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I can get you BET and TRL too
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You wanna be in the public, send your budget
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Well fuck it, I ain't budgin!
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Young did it to death, you gotta love it
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Record companies told me I couldn't cut it
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Now look at me, all star-studded
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Golfer above par like I putted
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All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous
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How sick is this?
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You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust
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Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit
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A little somethin like this, WOO!
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{What the hell are you waiting forrrr?}
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{*piano plays out as crowd cheers loudly*}
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encore
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jay z |