The Game - Uncle Ortis (jay Z Diss) lyrics

This sh** for my uncle Otis Here's a dome shot to this n***a named Otis n***as think they the coldest but n***a you just the oldest n***as be chasing they youth but it's gone Yo 'Ye, this n***a ain't even wanna put you on And then he turned around, put on Sean But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don't sell no f**ing Wonton's I don't wear Sean John, but f** with that Ciroc sh** Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac sh** Who run the world? Jayceon Will Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation If you invented swag then I invented gangsta Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger And I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada I'm Charles Louboutin, you n***as ain't sayin' nada Lil white b**h better stay in ya place You call me a n***a, I'ma put the K in ya face It's a stick up b**h (So put your hands up in the air) (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna) Know is any Gangstas up in here? I do it, I do it, boi So put your hands up in the air (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna) Know is any Gangstas up in here? I do it Call Khaled, tell him f** it, I'm on one I created Tyler, the Creator Here go courtside seats You are now watching the greatest Shades blocking the haters Stays rocking the layers The Show Goes On Til I start aiming the Lasers And Lupe'll souffle half you muthaf**ers Its the Drew league, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche Tryna teach you How To love How To Love Marc Anthony too short (b**h) Look how that n***a look And I'm 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles All my n***as crooks with castles Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with ta**els It's a party, it's a party, it's a party Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marley You wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air (So put your hands up in the air) (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna) Know is any Gangstas up in here? I do it, I do it, boi So put your hands up in the air (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna) Know is any Gangstas up in here? I do it I got the money up in the rubber band Don't run up on me, try to take it from me (boom) I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty Dre got that Super Ba** I just call it Nicki Working on that Detox, blowin on that sticky Can I hit it In The Morning? Better be a quickie Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky Waves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see Jigga I went to see Wiz but there's Amber, perfect I took a seat on the red futon Hit it with that Wiz sh** on, whatever So put that p**y on my face and let me taste, a little taste I'ma eat it up like it's my last I'ma I'ma do it different, she ain't gettin no cash You know why? I'm Not A Star Somebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huh That ain't a lie (So put your hands up in the air) (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna) Know is any Gangstas up in here? I do it, I do it, boi So put your hands up in the air (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna) Know is any Gangstas up in here? I do it