Jay-z - If I Can't (Freestyle) lyrics

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Jay-z - If I Can't (Freestyle) lyrics

n***a I can make four more albums off memory! Ya'll ain't never goin be better than me I'm a do this till I'm 80 Everybody wanna rhyme like HOV Cause I rhyme like I be rhyming in the Rove Climbing in them hoes Mind like a diamond I'll blind you at the shows I don't shine I glow I remind you of that dough, don't I? Did I? Hustle the game just the thought alone Give me a bo*er Coach cater to a comma Can't out hustle a hustler, you can't outplay a player This rap sh** is a layup In my former biz motherf**ers would spray ya In the music biz motherf**ers just say stuff Spit on you and spray yeah n***as just play tough When the cameras on, When the cameras gone n***as want to set up meetings ‘Cause they know most likely when I see em' I'm a set up a beating Windows no tints, cars no rims That's because we handle ours like grown men I ain't touch a wheel since I drove the Bent That's considered a coupe, nah I ain't souped I was telling the truth and you Tom Cruise You can't handle it, handle it n***a is what I do I tried to be modest on Blueprint 2 But ya'll don't respect modest, ya'll respect ma dollars You got to believe I think like a artist But my bills through the roof can't do numbers like The Roots No disrespect I be trying to disconnect But n***as keep pulling me back in, I'm trapped in My pops got a liver disorder My whole living's disordered, and I just got his living room ordered And you wonder why the chip on my shoulder is more like a brick or a boulder You'll understand maybe when you get older Got a hundred n***as on your dick saying you ought to record like this Or what have you, n***as is back stabbing you b**hes mad at you, ‘cause they can't have you Press want to know about the daughter of Matthew Now it's back to the hood again, all black hood again Back to old ladies saying what I could've been Back to the gats – you forgot I'm real good with them They goin put a n***a in jail, oh well If I can't, do it, homie it can't be done I'm the one – I'm not the two not the three not the four the five I take the pain from my life pour it all aside Take my strain and my stride, take my ego and pride Used them to kick down the door, brought my people inside And I hope you, ain't think I wrote this To entertain you, cause that ain't what I came to do I will bang you, I will act like orangutans do I give you hot wings turn n***as to angels Understand my angle, I'm safety first, don't make me act like the safety don't work Tough n***as get it the worst, I'm begging you come for us I'm giving motherf**ers dirt comforters Night night n***a take a dirt nap… I know you hear the footsteps...

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