Jay-z - Hand It Down (intro) lyrics

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Jay-z - Hand It Down (intro) lyrics

Sorry boys But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again Lay down, lay down Gonna stretch my mic out in ponce funeral home on marcy All those new n***az stop there But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought The last of the real hustlers, well Maybe not the last Bleek's gonna be a good rapper New, improved Jay-Z I quit I'm retiring Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around Sorry big, I tried Honest Can't go with me on this ride though I'm calling the shots The bar's closing Where we going to for breakfast? Roc-a-fella y'all Okay, I'm reloaded! "Bringing the drama" "Trying to come up in the game" "Marcy" "Had a couple of dollar signs to my name" "Roc-a-fella y'all" "One of the best!" "Waiting for my day to come" "Just give me the word" Nah this ain't jigga it's your lil n***a bleek Reporting to these motherf**ers live from the street Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes Peep the steez, I represent for all those With twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys Large n***as told me park the car, keep the keys Find a hoodrat and creep to mickey d's First gun two bullets, n***as know I do pull it n***as trying to k** me dog, who wouldn't? Screw Gooden, I pitch in the pj's Lit off the ej, I split dutchies with my ring finger You find a b**h that don't be cream, bring her Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us sh** is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it? I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall Man I'm trying to come up on y'all Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets From sundown to sunup on y'all Mama said keep bullsh**ting they'll k** you dead One week of this hustling brought a living room set Went to ? d's, n***as mad, veins out Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out Flashy, fly little n***a Nosy b**h from the third floor like "why little n***a?" b**h please, twist the trees Took a long pull, like b**h to breathe That's my answer, life's like cancer And I'm serious "Waiting for my day to come" "Just give me the word"

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