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Jay-Z - Ill Be Lyrics



Jay-Z - Ill Be Lyrics




That's right, that's right
How we do, yeah, I'll nana uh huh, uh, come on...

What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes as you ride,right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass me the world, I push to be
Not the back-seat girl don't deep throat ???
She floats, murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on 3 coasts
Familie, bigga than Icos
Yeah, Danny DeVito, small nigga, ?????? that's all niggas
No shark in this year raise it bigger
15 percent make the whole world sit up and take notice
Nana take over, ya'll take hold, it's through papa

1-Uh, straight out the gate ya'll, we drop hits
Tell me, how nasty can you get all the way
From the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped one thing's for sure I'll Be There

(rpt 1)

I'm too live, nasty as I wanna be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
Before i take you there and tear your back out
That shit aint happened since the mack was out
I'm rollin' for Lana, dripped in Gabbana, 90's style
Your finest style right away it's the fit
Wanna taste the shit put me on a basin
Throw ya face in it, f...-a nana, ya'll can't touch-a
My sex drive all night like a trucker
Let alone the skills I posess, and ya'll gone
See by these mil's I posess never settle for less
I'm in excess, not inexpensive DVS to the 2
Thats just the way I'm built, nasty...what, classy still

(rpt 1)

Well you can ho what I got, roll wit the rock
Fella cap-o in the candy apple drop
Will tears fall to your ears if i dont stop,
Can ya throw it like a quarter-back,third in the lot?

Dig me,now get your lot like Biggie, like Irv in the spot
Word middie the cop 'n biddie...I'm the bomdigi
Punana, sexy brown thing,uh, maddonya
Make 'em turn over from the full-court pressure to undress
Ya and shit all over your asses I ain't playin' knockin'
Out at the ?? I'm seein', so what's the sense in delayin'
I'm tryin to run G from the p.m to the a.m
I saw your little thing now im swayin', OK in

(rpt 1)
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That's right, that's right
How we do, yeah, I'll nana uh huh, uh, come on...

What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes as you ride,right out your socks
Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel
Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle
Nasty-girl don't pass me the world, I push to be
Not the back-seat girl don't deep throat ???
She floats, murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close
Firm nigga, we 'posed to be the illest on 3 coasts
Familie, bigga than Icos
Yeah, Danny DeVito, small nigga, ?????? that's all niggas
No shark in this year raise it bigger
15 percent make the whole world sit up and take notice
Nana take over, ya'll take hold, it's through papa

1-Uh, straight out the gate ya'll, we drop hits
Tell me, how nasty can you get all the way
From the hood to your neck of the woods
It's ripped one thing's for sure I'll Be There

(rpt 1)

I'm too live, nasty as I wanna be
Don't shake your sassy ass in front of me
Before i take you there and tear your back out
That shit aint happened since the mack was out
I'm rollin' for Lana, dripped in Gabbana, 90's style
Your finest style right away it's the fit
Wanna taste the shit put me on a basin
Throw ya face in it, f...-a nana, ya'll can't touch-a
My sex drive all night like a trucker
Let alone the skills I posess, and ya'll gone
See by these mil's I posess never settle for less
I'm in excess, not inexpensive DVS to the 2
Thats just the way I'm built, nasty...what, classy still

(rpt 1)

Well you can ho what I got, roll wit the rock
Fella cap-o in the candy apple drop
Will tears fall to your ears if i dont stop,
Can ya throw it like a quarter-back,third in the lot?

Dig me,now get your lot like Biggie, like Irv in the spot
Word middie the cop 'n biddie...I'm the bomdigi
Punana, sexy brown thing,uh, maddonya
Make 'em turn over from the full-court pressure to undress
Ya and shit all over your asses I ain't playin' knockin'
Out at the ?? I'm seein', so what's the sense in delayin'
I'm tryin to run G from the p.m to the a.m
I saw your little thing now im swayin', OK in

(rpt 1)
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Writer: SAMUEL BARNES, JEAN-CLAUDE OLIVIER, RENE MOORE, ANGELA WINBUSH, SHAWN CARTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing, MUSIC & MEDIA INT'L, INC., BMG Rights Management

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