Jay-z - Ain't No n***a lyrics

(feat. Foxy Brown) [Jay-Z] I keep it fresher than the next b**h no need..for you to ever sweat the next b**h ..with speed, I make the best b**h see the exit..indeed, you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me, you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride and keep your a** tighter than Versace thats why you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me they conniving sh** the first chance to crack the bank they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks and papayas, from the village to the tele time to k** it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence they say s** is a weapon, so when I shoot mmet your d**h in less than 8 seconds still poundin in my after life.. laugin my sh** is tight you who askin right... [Chorus:] Aint no n***a like the one I got no one can f** you betta sleeps around but he gives me alot keeps you in diamonds and leathers friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha tell the freaks to find a man of there own (man a they own, man a they own) [Jay-Z] Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks got you a beeper to feel important surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love you know these ho's be makin me weak yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in you can't change a players game in the 9th inning the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin so I run way the f** up in em and wrinkle the face like linnin I play hard-eh till they say God.. he's keepin it real jigga stay hard lawd don't even trip I never slip, n***a what you dont see is whatcha get weapons concealed what the f** yall feel when you n***a play sick we can all get ill -whats the deal- [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie promise to stay monogamous, I try but love you know these ho's be makin me weak Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep [Foxy Brown] What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes bank rolls and sh**, back rubs in the french tubs Mackin this b**h, wifee n***a so when you flip that coke remember them days you was dead broke but now your style and I raised you basically made you into a don flippin weight..h**n and sh** you know my p**y is all that thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin on how I f** the best a sh** specially when Im flippin Baileys dont give a f** about how you move with them other mamis I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life f** them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin in Armani sweaters before this rap sh** when you was in letters and bullsh** berattas and eek cla**es with mo in the gla**es shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's now all your mens' up in your benz's high post, I swear you be k**in me playin inside my pubic hairs I never worry bout them other chicks cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin that b**h I took a little when you was up north your comisary stay pilin how you livin large on the island all them collects have me vex but when you come home knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks now we on the rise your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes holdin this grip co*ked the green and the sh** f**s no, I see half the dough Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars [Chorus]