jay z – stick 2 the script lyrics
yeah, dj clue! aka william, m. holla with william h. holla
the world’s most infamous
the holla family n-gg-, roc-a-fella records, c’mon
dynasty, new jay-z, beanie sigel, stick to the script
we live money over b-tches n-gg- stick to the script
remember where you heard it first stupid
cop, flip, we re-up, get back to the shift
money over b-tches n-gg- stick to the script, dj clue
yo, they call me william h., h, the all-time great, great
i f-ck the most hoes out of new york state, state
i rock my jewels, jewels i’m not a fool, fool
in the small of my back i got this big–ss tool
when i’m skatin’ through the city and i stop and kick it
be the most asked question, how i got them digits?
i say i stay on my grind, never stop for b-tches
never talk like a mom, i gotta watch you snitches
and i stick to the script, that’s my advice so life
eat n-gg-, let it stick to your ribs
i seen n-gg-z go from handlin’ birds to ramblin’ words
to the man, seen a sammy the bull emerge on the stand
and it was all good just a week ago
we lost todd e., but we still eatin’ though
for like a hundred weeks n-gg-, we gon’ run the streets
’til we reach malik or the date of e’s release
peep hova in a jeep rover, p-ssin’ reefer over
to this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami
three, hymies under the belt, three extra clip
we aim, we shoot, y’all shoot aim, we stick to the script, c’mon
money over b-tches n-gg- stick to the script
we cop, we flip, we re-up, get back on our shift
money over b-tches n-gg- stick to the script
you can bullsh-t with rap if you want, muh’f-ckers
money over b-tches n-gg- stick to the script
we cop, we flip, we re-up, get back on our shift
money over b-tches n-gg- stick to the script
you in the streets n-gg-, make your moves
y’all n-gg-z truly ain’t ready for this dynasty thing
yeah, money over b-tches n-gg-
this philly cat ba, back at it
stick to the script, yo
aiyyo, they don’t call me mac for nuttin’
i don’t give a wh-r- jack, man they all say that mac be frontin’
but if you can’t take a case b-tch and take it to the chin
take the heat, beat your feet b-tch, skate in the wind
don’t snitch, we can blow dough, make it again
you can be my hoe b-tch, i can’t make you my friend
because friends depend on friends, not bean sigel’s sh-t
i don’t need you, let welfare feed you
mac’ll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip
i got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks
i got a sick flip game, order gettin’ and sh-t
i got a strict strip, flip ‘caine, get it in shifts
b-tch, you can’t get at me, sh-t i get at you
only in the physical, i tell you like mystikal
shake that -ss, yeah, watch yourself
yeah, show me what you workin’ with but wash yourself
f-ck a dirty b-tch, yeah, man i roll with a st-rdy click
that’ll murder sh-t, empty clips you never heard a spit
slide a b-tch what? slide a b-tch sh-t
slide a b-tch d-ck, then i slide out a b-tch sh-t
ain’t no time to stick around and play step pops
sh-t i’m tryin’ to get down, cop and upset blocks
low price, quick flip, 2-8-k quick
sh-t don’t go right, 2 ak’s spit, stick to the script n-gg-
money over b-tches n-gg- stick to the script
we cop, we flip, we re-up, get back on our shift
money over b-tches n-gg- stick to the script
money over b-tches n-gg- stick to the script
we cop, we flip, we re-up, get back on our shift
money over b-tches n-gg- stick to the script
y’all get knocked, y’all turn b-tch, we get knocked, we never snitch
c’mon
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