Shane "Bermy" Woodley - You, Me, Him and Her lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z] Told y'all Dynasty, Roc-A-Fella Records you heard me Unstoppable, n***as Memph Bleek, Amillion, Sigel Sigel ya heard It's a Dynasty Who do you believe [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella Remember me The teachers used to fail us Now it's more scrilla, ho k**ers Fo'-wheelers, we gorillas Oh please feel us we heat holders Fighting Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't steal us The plot thickens, the block clicking We got the game tied up, stop tripping Jigga Man huh Sigel Sigel y'all Memph Bleek what Amil-lion Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan The fire I spit burn down Happyland Social Club, we unapproachable thugs Non-social, gone postal Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast Like a Don's supposed to Shawn I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals Don't make me take it to the old school I put holes through your hoes too Through your clothes to the foes to the n***a close to you f** it Jigga Man, Sigel Sigel y'all Amillion what, Memph Bleek [Verse 2 : Memphis Bleek] Y'all dudes don't get it, come widdit Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them Got the mami's saying look, who can stop be them You wanna press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up I crush your larynx, you talk about us n***a No obituary, I get it critical You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer lifting you When I co*k the plastic, make em drop the casket When it's hot, I'm blasting It's the Roc, you ba*tards Jigga Man what, Amil-lion yeah Memph Bleek huh, Sigel Sigel c'mon Spit acid, c'mon Witcha bullsh** smash hit Get your bullsh** smashed in n***as wanna front and get jumped Bet the Ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump n***a, we are, the supreme squad You can dream hard but reality is We push the dream cars f** the queen broads Puff the green raw, we as real as it get We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas b**hes don't talk to us the hoes they e-mail us n***a Jigga Man what, Memph Bleek huh Amillion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop From Tower to ma and pop, I move out stop Shower your mom block, move out with Glocks Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks Take it to the bucks who be grinding it up Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up Competition, lining em up Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime em up You want, drama what Well silence it up Since a young buck Violent as f** Wasn't me dog The high will do it I used to wild off embalming fluid I sent n***as to the trauma unit Forty-five or the nine'll do it I f** around and have your moms go through it I'm a beast sh**, n***as always wanna ye sh** Then they wanna cease sh** When they motherf**ing peeps hit But I don't cease nothing, I decease someone I f** around and have you sleeping underneath som'un Jigga Man huh, Sigel Sigel y'all Memph Bleek what, Amillion, uhh [Verse 4: Amil] Yo, A to the M-I, feminist Holding the semi Leave n***as faced with a dilemmi Am I gonna run or stay, can I Get away no you can't can't I surrendi And I lazy bop, Mercedes hot In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di [Jay-Z] Jigga Man huh, Sigel Sigel y'all Memph Bleek what, Amillion, uhh