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[Jay-Z]Uhh, uh uh uhIt’s big pimpin baby..It’s big pimpin, spendin G’sFeel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeahGe-ge-geyeah, geyeah.. You know I – thug em, fuck em, love em, leave emCause I don’t fuckin need emTake em out the hood, keep em lookin goodBut I don’t fuckin feed emFirst time they fuss I’m breezinTalkin bout, "What’s the

[Jay-Z]Back at’chaHow we doPrimo, Jigga-ManHistory in the makingLet’s go Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHHUh-huh-uh-uhh, uhhI spit the murder-murder-murderousMur-mur-ma-murderous SHITUh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHHI keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangstaGah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? UhhI spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-BrookUh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uh-uhhUh-huh-UHH Yo.. career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like meJigga-Man, Volume 3, I’m back lookin like meStop the presses, baby girls, drop your dressesB-K lick a shot for Big

[Jay-Z]BounceUhhh, ha, uhhh, haUhhh, uh-huh-uh-uhhh, uhh, uh-huhThis for my hustlers.. uh-huhAnd for the bitches.. yeah Yo, yoThis is for my niggaz down in Houston on candy paintAll my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami mayneAll my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin dem bonesAll them thugs that send slugs through your clothes; holla at meIt’s for

[Jay-Z]Who ever thought young Shawn Carter would change the game?Used to rap to the raindrops off my window paneDuckin the plain cops, pushin indo and ‘caineAt the kitchen table late night, no pen, just my brainFirst album niggaz love me cause they thought I was poorGuess I’m successful; industry don’t love me no moreWell I’m

[Jay-Z]Yeah, I know you just ripped the packaging off your CDIf you like me you readin the credits right nowIf you in your car, I don’t care if it’s winterI want you to put all your windows downZone out, buckle up, let’s go Hello it’s Hova; that’s right young’un the wait is overThe new millineum