Jay-Z - The Blueprint 3 Album Lyrics

[Talking: Jay-Z]
Blueprint trios

[Verse 1:]
Yeah Yeah What we talkin' bout real shit?
Or we talkin' bout ryhmes
You talkin' bout millions Or you talking' bout mine
What we talkin' bout Cause I ain't got time
For what people be talkin' bout all the time
What we talkin' bout fiction Or we talkin bout fact
You talkin' bout fiction? Hold up pardon my back
I'm talkin' bout life And all I hear is
Oh yeah he keeps talkin' bout crack
I ain't talkin' bout profit I'm talkin' bout pain
I'm talkin' bout despair I'm talkin' bout shame
I ain't talkin' bout gossip I ain't talkin' bout Game
I ain't talkin bout Jimmy I ain't talkin' bout Dame
I'm talkin' bout real shit Dem people playin'
What is you talkin' bout I don't know what y'all sayin'
People keep talkin' bout Hov take it back
I'm doin' better than before Why would I do that?
Ain't nothing cool bout carryin' a strap
Bout worryin' your moms And buryin' your best cat
Talkin' bout revenge While carryin' his casket
All teary-eyed Bout to take it to a matress
I'm talkin' bout music I ain't talkin' bout rap
You talkin' bout who's hot I ain't talkin' bout that
The conversation is changed Let's yap about that
I don't run rap no more I run the map

[Hook:]
They Talk, We Live, We see what They say, They say, They say
They Talk, We Did, Who cares what They say, They say, They say

[Verse 2:]
Still they can't' focus on them They be talkin' bout me
Talkin' bout what I wear Talkin' bout where I be
Check out my hair These ain't curls these is peas
Peasey head still get paid I'm combin' through G's
Please, We ain't focused on naps
Cause I don't run rap no more I run the map
A small part of the reason the President is black
I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack
Talkin' bout progress I ain't lookin back
You know I run track Try not to get lapped
People keep talkin' bout Hov left em flat
Try to re-write history Let's talk about facts
Dame made millions Even Jaz made some scraps
He could've made more But he didn't sign his contract
As far as street guys We was dealin' crack
That's just how the game goes I don't owe nobody jack
Grown men want me to sit em on my lap
But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black
I repeat, You can't sit on my lap
I don't have a beard Now get off my sack
Scream at me

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Blueprint 3
And now that that's that Let's talk about the future
We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
Now you could choose ta Sit in front of your computa
Posin' with guns Shootin YouTube up
Or you could come with me to the White House get your suit up
You stuck on being hardcore I chuck the duece up
Peace out Medusa
Welcome to the Blue-ah-Print-ah Tre piece Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Ras clot when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I could see the sky
Cause everybody talkin' Hov I think we know why

[Hook]

[Talking: Jay-Z]
Thank you, thank you very much
For comin' out this evening

[Verse 1:]
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you
You're far too kind
Hold you're applause
This is your song not mines
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Please hold your applause
For I just applied logic Keys keys open doors
Now I'm balcony, Opera, Black Tux, Binocula
Black luxe, Stop it I shouldn't be so popular
Name keep poppin' up Face keep poppin' up
On the tube I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box 'em up
How would I know HBO would get a shot of us
Sitting so close that we almost got snot on us
Please don't bow in my presence How am I a Legend?
I just got 10 #1 albums Maybe now 11
More hits than a Now! 11
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta heaven
Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes
Thank God, what a guy as I say my grace
Who woulda thought by making birds migrate
For the winter I be fly all summer Might I say

[Hook:]
Thank you, Thank you, thank you You're far too kind
Hold your applause This is your song not mines
Thank you, Thank you, thank you You're far too kind
Do me a favor, don't do me no favors I'll handle mines

[Verse 2:]
Hovi Baby
We are really high, really high tonight
We tip the waiter a hundred dollars
To keep the ice cold, alright?
We the last guys to keep the Wise guys code alive
If I can't live by my word Then I'd much rather die
No no don't thank me, This is just how my suit is stitched
I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm just who the shoe fits
For the Color Of Money like a Tom Cruise flick
'Cept I put 8-balls in corners without using pool sticks
Beautiful music when champagne flutes click
Beautiful women sippin' throught rouge lips
Dangers approaches We're like wait who's this?
Let us save you some trouble son
What size suit you is?
This way after the Ruger shoots through a few clips
You can lay in your casket just as you is
We appreciate the target practices
We'll be sure to send flower baskets kid

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I was gonna kill a couple rappers
But they did it to themselves
I was gon' do it with the flow
But they did it with their sales
I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help
And they did a good job them boys is talented as hell
Cause not only did they brick they put a building up as well
They ran a plane into that building and when that building fell
Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled
Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar then took a smell
Cause they heard that second hand smoke kills
Niggas thought they was I'll found out they was... I'll
And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel

[Hook]

[Jay-Z:]
We are really high, really high tonight
Lucky Lefty, kiss the wife tonight for me

La da da da da da
Hey hey hey goodbye (good riddens)
Hold up

Only rappers to re-write history without a pen
No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin, begin

This is anti auto-tune, death of the ring-tone
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't politically correct (arh!)
This might offend my political connects (arh!)
My raps don't have melodies
This shit make niggas wan' go and commit felonies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'all making going make it the great depression (arh!)
Or your lack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence

La da da da da da
Hey hey goodbye
Hold up

Only rappers to re-write history without a pen
No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin, begin

Hold up,
This ain't a number one record (arh!)
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon (arh!)
I made it just for Flex and
Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened (arh!)
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You niggas jeans too tight
You colors too bright, your voice too light (arh!) (arh!)
(It's too far nigga)
I might wear black for a year straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it one hundred
This is for Hot 9-7
This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence

La da da da da da
Hey hey hey goodbye
Hold up

Only rappers to re-write history without a pen
No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin, begin

Hold up,
This shit need a verse from Jeezy
I might send this to the mix-tape Weezy
Get somebody from B-M-F to talk on this
Get this to a blood, let a crip walk on it (arh!)
Fifty thou' to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this (arh!)
Y'all niggas singing too much
Get back to rap you t-paining too much (arh!) (arh!)
I'm a multi-millionaire
So how is it I'm still the hardest here (arh!)
I don't be in the project hallway
Talking about how I be in the project all day (arh!)
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me (arh!) (arh!)
Nigga just get violent
This is death of auto-tune moment of silence

La da da da da da
Hey hey hey goodbye
Hold up

[Intro: Rihanna]
Feel it coming in the air (Yeah)
Hear the screams from everywhere (Yeah)
I'm addicted to the the thrill (I'm ready)
It's a dangerous love affair (Wassup, c'mon)
Can't be scaring nickel's down
Got a problem tell me now (Wassup)
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who gon' run this town tonight (Uh, wassup)
Is who gon' run this town tonight (Yeah, wassup, yeah)
We gon' run this town

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
We are, yeah, I said it, we are
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Get ya'll fatigues on, all black everything
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
And our girls are blackbirds, riding with they dillingers
I get more in-depth if you boys really real enough
This is La Familia, I'll explain later
But for now, let me get back to this paper
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back
I gave doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah, I'm talking five commas six zeroes dot zeros, here doug
Back to running circles round niggas, now we squared up
Hold up

[Chorus: Rihanna]
Life's a game but it's not fair (Yeah)
I break the rules so I don't care (Uh ha)
So I keep doing my own thing
Walking tall against the rain (Wassup)
Victorys within' the mile
Almost there, don't give up now (Wassup)
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who gon' run this town tonight
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
Is who gon' run this town tonight?

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
We are, yeah, I said it, we are
You can call me Caesar in a dark Caesar
Please follow the leader so Eric B we are
Microphone fiend it's the return of the god, peace god (Uh, uh)
And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Maison, uh, Martin Margiela
On the table screaming f*ck the other side they jealous
We got a bankhead full of broads they got a table full of fellas (Ewww)
And they ain't spendin' no cake they should throw they hand in cause they ain't got no spades (Ewww)
My whole team got dough so my bankhead is lookin' like Millionaires Row (Ewww)

[Chorus: Rihanna]
Life's a game but it's not fair
I break the rules so I don't care (Wassup)
So I keep doing my own thing (Uh, uh)
Walking tall against the rain (Yeah)
Victorys within' the mile (Wassup)
Almost there, don't give up now (Uh)
Only thing that's on my mind (Mind)
Is who gon' run this town tonight (Wassup)
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey (Wassup)
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey
Is who gon' run this town tonight?

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
It's crazy how you can go from being joe blow, to everybody on your dick no homo
I bought my whole family whips no volvos, next time I'm in church please no photos
Police escorts everybody passports, this the life that everybody ask for
This a fast life we are on a crash course, what you think I rap for to push a f*ckin' rav 4
But I know that if I stay stunting, all these girls only gon' want one thing
I could spend my whole life good will hunting, only good gon' come is it's good when I'm cumming
She got an ass that'll swallow up a G-string and up top, uh, two bee stings
And I'm beasting, off the re-sling, and my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that you do bring, I'm just tryna change the color on your mood ring
Reebok baby, you need to try some new things, have you ever had shoes without shoestrings
What's that yay, baby these heels, is that a may-what, baby these wheels
You trippin' when you ain't sippin' have a refill, you feelin' like you run it huh now you know how we feel

[Outro: Rihanna]
(Wassup) Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey (Yeah, yeah)
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey, ey-ey-ey-ey (Wassup)
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-yeah, ey-ey-ey-yeah
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey-yeah, we gon' run this town tonight (Wussah!)

Yeah

Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (dímelo)
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry
Cruisin' down 8th St, off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais
Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five
Nigga, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee (come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from

In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (yeah) (okay)
Now you're in New York (ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new (new)
Big lights will inspire you (come on) (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (you're welcome, OG) (uh)
New York (yeah), New York (uh) (I made you hot, nigga)

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock
Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories, out there in the naked
City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me, I got a plug, Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade
Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (come on, come on, come on)
Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State that's

In New York (ayy) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (that boy good) (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
(Welcome to the bright lights, baby)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (uh)
New York (yeah), New York (uh)

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties, who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style
Into the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out
City of sin, it's a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feelin' like a champion (come on, come on, come on)
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien

In New York (ayy, oh) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (uh)
New York (yeah), New York (uh)

One hand in the air for the big city (uh)
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (uh)
No place in the world that could compare (nah)
Put your lighters in the air everybody say
"Yeah, yeah" (come on, come on, come on)
"Yeah, yeah" (I'm from New York)

In New York (uh, yeah) (ohh)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do (okay)
Now you're in New York (uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you (okay)
Let's hear it for New York (uh)
New York (yeah), New York (uh)

Yeah, see it's that
It's that Blueprint 3 shit right here
It's that T-M 103 shit right here
You ready? You ready Hov'? Let's go! (Hands up!)

Allow me to re-introduce myself
At the same time re-introduce my wealth
At the same time rejuvenate the game
It's for my ol'dawg niggas that's used to 'caine

Not what B-dawg said, I respect the game
G-D's, vice lords, crips the same
And I know you're 'bout to say this off the chain
Tell 'em fake trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane

See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just tunin' in, let me explain
You know I keep that 47 who ?

These niggas way too far, I played the game
And if you listen hard enough I say some things
And when that sack got low, I shave them things
And put 'em right back together, I made them things

Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets

Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
This is real as it gets

Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
This is real as it gets

Now where the south side at, wassup, wassup
Where the west coast at, put your W's up
Where my east coast niggas that hustle to live
And all my niggas up north that's doin' it big

Oh yeah I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare
I rap and I'm real, I'm one of the few here
These other boys lyin', I wonder if y'all care
Their stories out this world, I wonder if y'all hear

But don't really matter as long as they stay clear
Clear of the real shit we doin' over here
When my nigga get home, I'm gonna send him a Lear
For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air

With a couple of broads get him right up in the air
Mile high club get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time you hear this song, he'll be standing right here

Real nigga shit there!

Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets

Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
This is real as it gets

Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!

A hundred million to the good and I'm still talkin' yayo
At a snails pace I won this race that y'all trail
Uh, uh, Blueprint's for sale
Followin' my footprints you can't fail

Set sail, I used to duck shots but now I eat quail
I'll probably never see jail
Each tale contains more of the truth
Of the statue allows me to go into detail

Uh, close your eyes you can smell
Hov's the audio equivalent of braille
That's why they feel me in the favelas in Brazil
And water-house 'cause real recognize real

Rah!

You know me, I don't need no introductions
Call me make a lil' somethin' out of nothin'
Anywhere you go, we're the topic of discussion
Damn, that's gotta be disgustin'

Err, shit make me wanna throw up
It's big boy music, it should make me wanna grow up
Flows like selvage, it just make me wanna pour up
And is it just me or this makes you wanna roll up

A big fat one, then unpack one
Then unwrap one, peel back one
They use to call me Jizzle when they step in the middle
And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle

Whats up!

Put your sacks in the air if you represent your click
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Put your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey well this is real as it gets

Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
This is real as it gets

Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
Hey! Hey! Oh! Oh!
This is real as it gets

[Chorus: Swizz Beats]
I got a million ways to get it
Choose one (choose one)
Hey, bring it back (bring it back)
Now double your money and make a stack

I'm on to the next one
On to the next one
On to the next one
On to the next one
On to the next one
On to the next one
On to the next one

Hold up, freeze

Somebody bring me back some money please,

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Hov on that new shit niggas like how come
Niggas want my old shit, buy my old album
Niggas stuck on stupid, I gotta keep it moving
Niggas make the same shit, me I make the blueprint

Came in Range, hopped out the Lexus
Every year since I've bin on that next shit
Traded in the gold for the platinum rolex's
Now a nigga wrist match the status of my records

Used to rock a throwback, ballin on the corner
Now I rock a teller suit looking like a owner
No I'm not a Jonus brother I'm a grown up
No I'm not a virgin I use my cahonas

I move forward the only direction
Can't be scared to fail Search and perfection
Gotta keep it fresh even when we sexing
But don't be mad at him when he's on to the next one

Freeze

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
F*ck a throwback jersey cause we on to the next one,
And f*ck that autotune cause we oohhhhn,
And niggas don't be mad cause it's all about progression,
Loiterers should be arrested, I used to drink Kristal,
Motherf*ckers racist, so I switched Gold Bottles on to that spade shit,
You gon have another drink or you just gon babysit,
On to the next one, somebody call da waitress,
Baby I'm a boss, I dunno what they do,
I don't get dropped, I dropped the label,
World can't hold me, too much ambition,
Always knew it'd be like this when I was in the kitchen,
Niggas in the same spots, me I'm dodging rain drops,
Meaning I'm on vacay, chillin on a big yacht,
Yeah I go ton flip flops, white louie boat shoes,
You should grow the f*ck up,
Come here let me coach you,
Hold up,

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Uh, Big pimpin in the house now,
Bought the land, tore the motherf*cking house down,
Bought the car, tore the motherf*cking roof off,
Ride clean, I don't ever take the shoes off,
Bought the jeep, tore the motherf*cking doors off,
Foot out dat bitch about to shit like a skateboard,
Navigation on tryin to find my next thrill,
Feelin myself I don't even need an x pill,
Can't chill but my neck will,
Haters really gon be mad off my next deal,
Uh, I don't know hwy they really worry bout my pockets,
Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin in the projects,
Had her out in Bed Stuy chillin on the steps,
Drinking quarter waters gotta be the best,
MJ at summerjam, Obama on the text,
Y'all should be afraid of what I'm gonna do next.
Hold up,

[Chorus]

Welcome to the Future,
Blue Print 3
Ay count me in
Find me a nice soft place to land
I'm so high
Find me a place to land,
Yeah right there,

I'm so tomorrow,
The Audemars are yesterday,
Which means your on time delay,
So even if I slow it doooown,
My sound is fast forward, hold up
I'm just a runway show
But I wear this on my plane in my runway clothes,
Cashmere sweats they come out next year
But these my last year sweats,
And my hoe so sick, your new chick can't f*ck with my old bitch,
And you know this shit,
I'm professional, they know this is,
I just may let you borrow this,
This the blueprint nigga follow this,
This what what tomorrow is,
Welcome to tomorrow bitch,

[Chorus:]
[Drake:]
Whatever you about to discover we off that
You about to tell her you love her we off that,
Always wanna fight in the club and we off that,
But you can't bring the future back,
Ya'll steady chasing the fame we off that,
Oversized clothes and chains we off that,
Nigga still making it rain and we off that,
Cause you can't bring the future back,
Tell niggas top get off me,
Cris we off that,
Timbs we off that,
Rims we off that,
[Jay-Z:]
Yeah We off that is you still on that,
If you still making money cause we still on that,

This ain't black versus white my nigga we off that,
Please tell Bill O Reilly to fall back,
Tell Rush Limbaugh to get off my balls,
It's 2010 not 1864,
Ah yeh we come so far,
So I drive around town hard top and it's off
Ah and my tribeca loft with my high brow art
And my high yellow broad
Ah and my dark skin sis and my best white mate
Say what's up to to chris,
Ah, hows that for a mix,
Got a black president,
Got green presidents,
Blueprints in my white ipod,
Black diamonds in my Jesus piece, My God,
Ah we ain't tripping off that,
It's a benetton ad, nigga been up off that

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z:]
I don't give a fidduuck, abiddout the widday,
You used to move, what you used to do,
And I don't give a fidduuck abiddout the bitches
That you used to screw
What your future do,
And we don't really care what you used to say,
Unless that affects your future pay,
I'm on the practice field running two a day,
So I don't drop the ball when it's threw my way,
So I don't a fidduck abiddout the shit that
You probably did,
Who you probably is,
The only time I deal in past tense
Is I'm past rims,
And I'm past tints,
If you driving it I drove it,
You got it cause I sold it,
You copped it and I bought it back,
And we don't give a fidduck nigga we off that.

[Chorus]

[Chorus:]
[J. Cole:] Everyday a star is born
[Jay-Z:] Clap for em, clap for em, clap for em
[J. Cole:] Everyday a star is born
[Jay-Z:] Clap for em, clap for em, clap for em
Hey,

[Jay-Z:]
I seen Mase do it, I seen Ye do it,
X came through, caught lighter fluid,
Still I came through it,
Clap for em,
But I'm the blueprint,
I'm like the map for em,
I dropped another classic,
Made Puff pass it,
Nobody could touch Puff back when Puff had it,
Wayne scorching, I'll applaud him,
If he keep going, pass the torch to him,
50 came through like hurricanes do,
Thought I'd finish his ass at summerjam too,
I had the Illmatic on bootleg,
Shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead,
Wayne did a millie, 50 did a millie,
Ye too, but what Em did was silly,
The white boy blossomed after Dre endorsed him,
His flow on Renegade, f*cking awesome,
Applaud him,

[Chorus]

Snoop Dogg did, Nelly came down,
The Face Mob, kept it ghetto for the H town.
Luda moved digits after he moved bitches,
Drake's up next, see what he do with it,
Rule had a run, couple movie parts,
T.I literally wanted to shoot up the charts,
Wat up Jeezy, wat it do,
Y'all remind me of us in early 92,
Outcast landed, 3 thou was I'll,
Like a male version of Lauren Hill,
Mobb Deep shook it but Prodigy took it a lil too far,
Can't f*ck with Brooklyn,
Wu Tang gang bang, Meth ate,
Rae' took on the date with the Purple Tape.
Passed on to Ason [? ] and then Ghostface,
They had a hell of a run,
Standing Ova, ayyy,

[Chorus]

And I am one of one,
Can't you see just how long my I've run,
My reign new lou sun shine
Been a star since I was back in one time,
One time give it up for him,
December 4th a star was born,
Clap for him,
He went from moving that corner
To this corner office is so enormous,
Hey, Pres Carter,
Watch him get a Monica on all day,
Hey,
Got so many different monikers but only 1 Jay
They come they go,
Some real some foe,
Some friends some hoes
But no I goes nowhere this Hov,

[Chorus]

[J. Cole:]
And could I be a star,
Does fame in this game have to change who you are?
Could I be the same one who came from a far away life,
Just to make it in this broadway lights,
Now shining in the broad day light, go figure,
A slow transition from a lil broke nigga from the Ville,
Got a deal a real life saver,
Dreams of being behind the Will like Jada,
I chill now, cop a lil ice later, Cole you go the glow like a lil lightsaber,
So clap for him, then applaud Hov, he gave him the platform
Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him,
No sir,
The flows cold as a shoulder of a gold digging hoes when a broke nigga approaches,
Told ya I'm focused man, I'll let you motherf*ckers soak it in,

[Chorus]

Hov's a Blackberry Bold,
Shawty is a Sidekick,
She used to have a man,
I used to have a side chick,
Shawty got wind I had to blow the chick off,
Got rid of him they both took the sh-t hard,
Shawty play the piano me I play the white keys,
Shawty from the south, oh, I think she like me,
Shawty like Pac, me Big Poppa,
Screaming hit em up, I'm screaming who shot ya,
I'm on that red wine, shawty like white,
Same sh-t different toilet,
We both getting nice,
Me I'm from the apple which means I'm the Mac,
She's a PC, she lives in my lap.

[Chorus:]
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Daddy go hard
Shawty get it in,
Venus Versus Mars,

Whether Black or white we both like Mike,
We both like Jordans, We both Phil's Knight's,
When I finish breakfast, shawty's out for lunch,
Yeah we both eating it's better than brunch,
Shawty like Pepsi, me I'm da Coke Man,
Body like a coke bottle, I crush it like a Coke can,
Started at the window, then the bedroom wall,
The Ying to my Yang, I skeet skeet off,
I hits it from the back, Shawty like the front,
The Bonnie to my Clyde,
Both riding shotgun,
Both covered in gold like C3PO,
James and Florida Evans let the good times roll,

[Chorus]

Thought Shawty was the truth, found out she was a cheater,
We were supposed to takeover, I caught her bumping Ether!
I thought shawty like Mike, found out she like Prince,
Thought she was Adrian, it's been Rocky ever since,
My dollars was down, she left me for some Euro's,
Took my whole flavour, I call her coke zero,
Co-MVP like Kobe and Shaq,
Left me for the Heat,
We were winning back to back,
Said I partied too much, shawty got fed up,
Shawty got Britney shaved her whole head up,
We used to make out, kissing each others face off,
Fell for the ponzi scheme, damn shawty just Made-off.

[Jay-Z:]
Jay-Z, Hova,
You either love me or leave me alone [x3]

[Chorus: Kid Cudi]
Oh they want me to fall (fall),
Fall from the top (top),
They want me to drop (drop)
They want me to stop (stop)
They want me to go (go),
I'm already gone (already)
The shit that I'm on
I'm already home
(Hey, I'm already home yeah)

[Jay-Z:]
These nigga's want me to go, don't they know that I'm gone
They know I'm space shuttle level they need oxyg-g-g-gen
Don't they know that they born?
Don't they know that I yawn,
Only time they excited is when they mentioning Shawn
You see single white female but she dyed her hair blonde
Sometimes I look at these rappers, the movie remind me of them
Somebody turn these boys off
Don't they know that I'm on
Can't they see that it's foolish to try and kill me with songs
What the f*ck are they Laurynnn, you killin me softly
You talk me to death, only thing you can do to him
I open the door for them, what else can I do?
These nigga's want me to walk for them, somebody talk to them
Before I go off on them

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z:]
I taught-em about fish scale they want me to fish for them
They want me to catch clean, then cook up a dish for them
All of this just for them, or they got a diss for him
They want me to disappear, like it's gonna do shit for them
They say that I'm in the way, they want me to sit with them
But what they admitting is, they ain't got shit for him
But really the fact is, we not in the same bracket
Not in the same league, don't shoot at the same baskets
Don't pay the same taxes, hang with the same bitches
So how am I in the way, what is it I'm missing?
Nigga I been missing, nigga I been gone
The shit that you just witnessed is the shit that I bin on
And as for the critics, tell me I don't get it
Everybody can tell you how to do it, they never did it
Now these nigga's is mad, oh they call me a Camel
But I mastered the drought, what the f*ck I'm an animal
Half-man half-mammal
My sign is a Sag, this is just what I plan to do
Oh don't be mad

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z:]
I'm in the hall already, on the wall already
I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already
On another level, on another plane already
H-O-V I got my own lane already (already)
I done cooked up the rock already
So why the f*ck can't ya'll get hot already (already)
Put your name in the pot already, niggas compare me to Biggie and Pac already
Like I'm gone already and I am nigga I'm already home already
If ya'll can't already see I ain't worried about ya'll cause I'm already me
Do you already, enough of the complaining bo-who's already
Eat food already, ain't nothing given you gotta claim your shoes already

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Haters Haters
These niggas is haters
And I made myself so easy to love

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
How much they hate it Very
Kiss girls like Katy Perry
I am never sprung
But I spring her - Jerry
Don't try this at home Results may vary
King like T.I. But in the Chi-Larry

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Hoover, Hova Both are American Gangsters
You choose whose Colder
Rappers get nasty in the booth
But I'm grosser I can't even stomach myself
Ulcer More realer Cause I'm closer
Had girlies girdles Wearin' more than they 'spose to
Poser No sir My hustle? So Russell I strech work Yoga
You know I got it down dog Al Roker I used to knock pounds off
It ain't nothing For me to knock nouns off
And these emcees prayin' for my downfall
They just Haters I wave at you I'm so player
I never be done I'm so RA-RE

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
We killin the game It's not FAI-R
You motherf*ckers Stay right THE-RE
Cause we too high up in the AI-R
We blastin' off Just like a Laser
Nigga pyoom-pyoom-pyoom!
Gimme back Gimme room-room-room
DB-9 Like vroom-vroom-vroom
Young Hov What we doin-doin-doin

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
We ballin' Bitches Eatin' ya'll food Leavin' dishes
Why these niggas always talkin' Lear talk 'Ye
Why I never see 'em at the clear port 'Ye
Why I always hear they at the airport
While I fly daily like I'm in the Air Force
Therefore Please stop talking my ears off With millionaire talk
You Haters You mad at me Cause Yo Paper
Need to get it's muthaf*ckin Weight up Hold up
Wait up I ain't done Name one thing that I ain't done
It hurts when you say that I ain't the one
You haters How do I gain your Fa-vor
I need to know Cause I Ca-re
I need you to love me I swear Look hey-er
See Ye is Runnin' the Chi Like Gale Sayers
I'm running New York I got the Ma-yor On my pa-ger
Ya can't fade us You hate us
I need you Stay the-re I breathe you Like Ai-r Yay-er

All rhymers with Alzheimers line up please,
All mommies with mind freeze please line up please,
All bloggers with comments,
Please I come in peace,
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave,
All mommies I harbour for vouch for me,
Tell em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All hustlas who ever bought an eighth from me,
Take the time out to set the record straight for me,
Remember me, silver bullet hard top mentally
They think think I'm outta shape so I have to jog there memory,
Think with indelible ink, I let the pen go,
Verses permanently tattooed serve as mementos,
Ah, I'm so mental, my track record speaks for itself,
I'm so instrumental,
Allow me to rekindle let's all reminisce like Mary did,
Think I have to send you a reminder,
Here it is,

[Chorus:]
Reminder
Reminder,
I got it if you need it,
A reminder
Reminder
Reminder,
Think I better give you a reminder,
Reminder
Reminder,
I got it if you need it,
A reminder
Reminder
Reminder,
Cause I can give you a friendly reminder,

Ah,
What the hell have you done,
To even have an opinion on what I been doing,
What the hell have y'all won,
Only thing you can identify with is losing,
10 number 1 albums in a row,
Who better than me?
Only the Beatles nobody ahead of me,
I crush Elvis in his blue suede shoes,
Made the rolling stones seem sweet as coolaid 2,
96, 97, 98, 99, 2000, 2001 and beyond,
02, 03, 04, 05, 06 and 7, 08, 09
Back to back double plat, I did what you want,
Men lie women lie, numbers don't,
Ain't nothing changed for me except the year it is,
I think have to send you a reminder, here it is

[Chorus:]
Reminder
Reminder,
I got it if you need it,
A reminder
Reminder
Reminder,
Think I better give you a reminder,
Reminder
Reminder,
I got it if you need it,
A reminder
Reminder
Reminder,
Cause I can give you a friendly reminder,

Do what I done without crying in the environment and what ya'll did it in without dying my n-gga,
Rap like I rap without lying and then tying both together like iron my n-gga,
Write 16's in between running 16 businesses,
All the while showing these young punks what the business is,
As if I'm gonna let you n-ggas style on me,
As if,
Now everybody senile on me,
Go back to boonback,
Remember those button ups,
Young Hov,
Tell them ordinary Joes button up,
I destroy your 4 points O's
And Benz 500 and all points to Ohhhh,
Now you n-ggas 'memba me,
How you forget, back to johnnys album cover,
Red and blue Gucci sh-t,
Ain't nothing changed but the year it is,
I think I have to send you a reminder here it is,

[Chorus]

Yeah three in the morning on the Westside highway, top down baby
F*ck y'all
The motivation for me is them telling me what I could not be
Oh well

This a special dedication, (thank y'all)
I wanna thank you for the fuel
No really thank you

(Y'all better hear this shit)
I felt so inspired by what my teacher said
Said I'd either be dead or be a reefer head
Now sure if that's how adults should speak to kids
Especially when the only thing I did was speak in class
I teach his ass
Even betters what my uncle did

I pop my demo tape in, start to beat my head
Peaked out my eye, see if he was beating his
He might as well say beat it kid, he's on the list
Its like I'm searching for kicks like a sneaker head
He goin' keep pushing me until I reach the ledge
And when I reach the ledge I'll tell em all to eat a dick
Take a leap of faith and let my eagle wings spread
Spread spread spread

The motivation for me is them telling me what I could not be
Oh well (hey, hey)
I'm so ambitious (hey)
I might hit two sisters
Hey I'm on a mission
No matter what the conditions
Forget personal issues
When you been what I been through
Hey if you believe it
Then you could conceive it

Yeah yeah yeah

I had to lace up my boots even harder
Father is too far away to father
Further-more are the kids either smoke reefer
Or either move white, there's few writers in my cipher
So they made lighter, my type a dreams seem dumb
They said wise up, how many guys a
You see making it from here
The world don't like us
Is that not clear, alright, but
I'm different, I can't base what I'm gonna be off a what everybody isn't
They don't listen
Just whispering behind my back
No vision, lack of ambition
So wack

The motivation for me is them telling me what I could not be
Oh well (hey, hey)
I'm so ambitious (hey)
I might hit two sisters
Hey I'm on a mission
No matter what the conditions
Forget personal issues
When you been what I been through
Hey if you believe it
Then you could conceive it

Had a couple of meetings no offers yet
Maybe I ain't good enough for these offices
Back to the drawing board ducking officers
It's all good cause the streets is A and R'in this
So with or without any of y'all involvement
We coming for all of this, respect my conglomerate
I went from pauper to the President
Cause every deal I ever made set precedent
Niggas probably thought I'd fall without old buddy
Oh buddy, what I do is make more money
Dear teacher, your probably somewhere near a speaker
I'm balling outta control, can you hear my sneakers
F*ck y'all

The motivation for me is them telling me what I could not be
Oh well (hey, hey)
I'm so ambitious (hey)
I might hit two sisters
Hey I'm on a mission
No matter what the conditions
Forget personal issues
When you been what I been through
Hey if you believe it
Then you could conceive it

The motivation for me is them telling me what I could not be

[Mr. Hudson:]
Let's dance in style,
Let's dance for a while,
Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst,
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever,
We don't have the power but we never say never,
Sitting in a sandpit,
Life is a short trip,
The music's for the sad man,

[Chorus:]
Forever young,
I wanna be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever and ever
Forever young I wanna be
Forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, forever

[Jay-Z:]
So we live a life like a video
When the sun is always out and you never get old
And the champagne's always cold
And the music is always good
And the pretty girls just happen to stop by in the hood
And they hop their pretty ass up on the hood of dat pretty ass car
Without a wrinkle in today
Cause there is no tomorrow
Just some picture perfect day
To last a whole lifetime
And it never ends
Cause all we have to do is hit rewind
So let's just stay in the moment, smoke some weed,
Drink some wine,
Reminisce talk some sh-t forever young is in your mind
Leave a mark that can't erase neither space nor time
So when the director yells cut,
I'll be fine,
I'm forever young...

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z:]
Fear not when, fear not why,
Fear not much while were alive,
Life is for living not living up tight,
See ya somewhere up in the sky,
Fear not die, I'll be alive for a million years, bye bye,
So not for legends, I'm forever young
My name shall survive
Through the darkest blocks, over kitchen stoves,
Over Pyrex pots, my name shall be passed down to generations while debating up in barber shops,
Young slung, hung here,
Shorty, the n-gga from here
With a little ambition just what we can become here,
And as the father passed his story down to his sons ears,
Younger kid, younger every year, yeah
So if you love me baby this is how you let me know.
Don't ever let me go, that's how you let me know, baby,

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z:]
Slamming Bentley doors,
Hopping out of Porsche's,
Popping up on Forbes lists,
Gorgeous,
Hold up,
N-ggas thought I lost it,
They be talking bullsh-t
I be talking more sh-t
They nauseous,
Hold up,
I"ll be here forever
You know, I'm on my fall sh-t,
And I ain't waiting for closure, I will never forfeit,
Less than four bars,
Guru bring the chorus in,
Did you get the picture yet,
I'm painting you a portrait of young...

[Chorus]