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kanye west jay z – ham lyrics

[verse 1: kanye west]
it was all good just a week ago, n-gg-s feel theyselves
and they watch the throne drop, n-gg-s kill themselves
what are n-gg-s gon’ do hov? this a new crack on a new stove
i’m in the two-door, true that, n-gg-s telling me “you back”
like a n-gg- ever left up out this b-tch, huh?
and if life’s a b-tch then suck my d-ck, huh?
and i bet she f-cked the whole clique, huh?
by the way n-gg- you should f-cking quit n-gg-
just forget it, you talk it, i live it
like eli, i did it, joke’s on you motherf-cker, and i get it
no paper ho, but you can have some more of me
or-a-gy or are we speaking metaphorically?
historically i’m kicking b-tches out like pam, n-gg-
going ham n-gg-, me and jigga
and a n-gg- still young, wanna have no kids
but i’ve been practicing with some actresses as bad as sh-t
had a few white girls, -sses flat as sh-t
but the head’s so good, d-mn a n-gg-s glad he hit
got ’em jumping out the building, watch out below
a million out the door, i’m about to go ham

[hook]
hard as a motherf-cker
let these n-gg-s know who i am
i’m about to go ham
hard as a motherf-cker
let these n-gg-s know who i am

[verse 2: jay-z]
f-ck y’all mad at me for? y’all don’t even know what i’ve been through
i played chicken with a mack truck, y’all m-th-f-ckas woulda been moved
i swam waters with great whites, y’all m-th-f-ckas woulda been chewed
i hustled with vultures late nights, y’all m-th-f-ckas woulda been food
f-ck is wrong with these dudes?
try to walk around in these shoes
see the sh-t i saw growing up
then maybe you could take a peek at these, boo
n-gg-s fantasize about the sh-t that i do daily
like these rappers rap about all the sh-t that i do really
i’m like really half a billion n-gg-, really you got baby money
keep it real with n-gg-s, n-gg-s ain’t got my lady’s money
watch the throne don’t step on our robe
bad enough we let you step on our globe
with my nephew die, daddy dead
n-gg- took the price on my uncle’s head
n-body called the cops as my uncle bled
so i feel like i’m collecting all my uncle’s bread
bow down, brotha you suppose to pay homage
don’t spill hate, all on my garments
comme des garcons, f-ck yo fresh
headshots n-gg-, f-ck your vest
f-ck the pigs, no pork on my fork
peace god, cause you know a n-gg- just went ham

[hook]

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