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9th wonder - success lyrics

(intro)
i got these n-gg-s breezy, don’t worry about it
let that b-tch breathe

(verse 1 – jay-z)
i used to give a f-ck, now i give a f-ck less
what do i think of success? it sucks, too much stress
i guess i blew up quick
cause friends i grew up with
see me as a premie but i’m not and my nuts big
i don’t know what the fuss is, my career is ill-strious
my rep is impeccable; i’m not to be f-cked with with
sh-t, let that b-tch breathe
i’m way too important to be talking about extorting
asking me for a portion is like asking for a coffin
broad daylight i’ll off your on switch
you’re not too bright, goodnight long kiss
bye bye my reply… blah, blah
blast burner then p-ss burner to ty-ty
finish my breakfast, why?
i got an appet-te for destruction and you’re the small
fry
now where was i?
let that b-tch breathe
i used to give a sh-t, now i don’t give a sh-t more
truth be told i had more fun when i was p-ss poor
i’m p-ssed off, and is this what success is all about?
a bunch of n-gg-s acting like b-tches with big mouths
all this stress, all i got is this big house
couple of cars, i don’t bring half of them sh-ts out
all of this ace of spades i drink just to p-ss out
i mean i like the taste could’ve saved myself 6 thou’s
how many times can i go to mr. chow’s, tao’s, n-bu
hold up, lemme move my bowels
i’ll sh-t on y’all n-gg-s, og tell these boys
(ya’ll ain’t got sh-t on my n-gg-)
i got watches i ain’t seen in months
apartment at the trump; i only slept in once
n-gg-s said hova was over, such dummies
even if i fell i’ll land on a bunch of money
ya’ll ain’t got nothing for me
nas: let that b-tch breathe

(verse 2 – nas)
success, mclaren, women staring
my villain appearance
sacred blood of a king and my vein ain’t spilling
ghetto oth-llo, sugar hill romello
camaro driven, i climax from paper
then ask why is life worth living?
is it to hunt for the sh-t that you want?
to receive’s great, but i l-st giving
the best jewelers wanna make my things
i make jacob sh-t on lorraine just to make me a chain
n-gg-s mentioned on one love
came home to the paper in hand
ain’t gotta brag about the feds young man
old cribs i sold, y’all drive by like monuments
google earth nas; i got flats in other continents
worst enemies wanna be my best friends
best friends wanna be enemies like that’s what’s in
but i don’t give a f-ck walk inside the lion’s den
take everybody’s chips, about to cash them in
up your catalog dog, mine’s worth too much
like mike jacks atv pub, mottola can’t touch
let this b-tch breathe

(jay-z & nas)
let this b-tch breathe

- 9th wonder lyrics

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