Jay-z - 2000 Tim Westwood (Freestyle) lyrics

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Jay-z - 2000 Tim Westwood (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Z] Uh, yeah You mess around with known a**a**ins, known for blastin' Known for carrying plastic pistols, chrome-attached And known for grossing the most Known for ballin' the hardest, holdin' our own in our post Known for soakin' ya folks, sendin' hoes to ya coast I'm down for whatever [Bridge: Jay Z] Jigga man, ya heard Jay Z, ya heard Hova, ya heard Roc-A-Fella, ya heard Sigel-Sigel, ya heard [Verse 2: Jay Z] Now everybody wanna rhyme like Hov Cause I rhyme like I be rhymin' in the Rov' Climbin' in them hoes My minds like the diamonds, I'll blind you at them shows I don't shine, I glow I remind you of that dough Don't I? k** n***as won't I? My per-sona, hustler turned rapper, smell a crack aroma Send shots like toma! in any language Leave n***as in a coma when I'm bangin' that Fifth Get chicks lit off Coronas and bamboo spliffs And get the camcorder to camcord their hand movements And for what? ya'll actin' like ya'll better than Hov Ya'll cats should open up on the Letterman show Cats is funny All I do is get money and ya'll sh** sound funny to me Everybody's talkin' like they better than Hov But that sh**'s real funny to me [Bridge : Jay Z] Jigga man, ya heard [Verse 3: Jay Z] Yo, yo D.A. act like he had a starvin' for Jay If they lock me in a cage, yo party away I'm still hot, I'm still S.Dot ya'll Still got millions buried in the sock drawer Still holdin' my own on the corner n***a What can't k** me can only make me stronger, n***a And when I get back home Get your a** up out the throne Everything's back to the way sh** was I'mma stay hot no matter what my sh** does I could drop a straight dud, I'mma stay up n***as tryin' to break my will You know that ain't my steel I'm Destiny's Child, my fate's been sealed You're dealin' with a higher power Do 'em like Dwight Eisenhower My life can move a thousand miles an hour Reflect me folks As my world turns like the wheels on a bicycle spoke It's much deeper than a soap, it's a constant drama series All they see is money, they want me to blind the jury All this bullsh** can make the mind weary But my theory is the sun shines clearly The sun shall shine clearly [Verse 4: Jay Z] You know what I do? Flow sicker on every record, watch shine Glock nine n***a, heavy necklace Watch mine, about to make n***as very jealous Ice in every letter Untouchable, can't f** the dude Duck spit, arm shake who Juan Don play With this CEO of the coke on Broadway Never heard so many joints from one man I make chickens bounce, I make the gun jam Flow's like sniffin' a hundred grams Of c**aine raw, rip ya whole brain off Make it real easy to rip ya chain off BK style, see Jay howl We don't play fair, we play foul Go ahead stand there we spray crowds [Bridge: Jay Z] Jigga, huh Jigga, what Jigga, what Jigga-Jigga, huh Jigga, what Jigga, what Jigga-Jigga, huh Jigga, huh Jigga, what Jigga-Jigga, huh Jigga, what [Verse 5: Jay Z] I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers Ghetto n***a, puttin' up Will Smith numbers Got money for 6's and Hummers, chickens among us We just tryin' not to let this bullsh** become us Flow like none other, I'm the meanest, toughest, done dotta to gun-butcher

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