The reason why We could have had the moon and the sky You'll always know The reason why this love, reason why this love Ain't gon' let you go [Verse 3: Jay-Z
Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
Feel it comin' in the air And the screams from everywhere I'm addicted to the thrill It's a dangerous love affair Can't be scared when it goes down Got
Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house The nigga you love to hate Ice Cube's in the mutha-fuckin' house The nigga you love to hate Ice Cube's in the mutha
If Hov's a Blackberry Bold, shorty is a Sidekick She used to have a man, I used to have a side chick Shorty got wind, I had to blow the chick off We got
colors too bright, your voice too light (That's too far nigga!) I might wear black four years straight I might bring back Versace shades This ain't for Z
I got a million ways to get it, choose one Bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next
All rhymers with Alzheimer's line up please All mamis with mind freeze please line up please All bloggers with comments please, I come in peace Let's
mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's big pimpin' baby It's big pimpin', spendin' G's Feel me, uh huh uh, uh huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I
Thank you, thank you Thank you, you're far too kind Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time
Check the bassline out, uh huh Jigga, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah Let it bump though It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for
Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Every time I think about the Way you feel I get excited
Uhh uhh uhh You ready B? Let's go get 'em Look for me, Young B Cruisin' down the westside highway Doing what we like to do our way Eyes behind shades
This is a state of emergency What you want me to do? I'm sorry, I'm back Let's go get 'em, Just Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Show me what you got, lil
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin' greatest Turn the music up in the headphones Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeah
' our generation Allow me to re-introduce myself My name is Hov', oh, H to the O V I used to move snowflakes by the O Z I guess even back then you can
And the winner is Hov My man, speech First of all I wanna thank my Connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks to the duffel bag, the
