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jay-z – i shot ya freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yeah, what the f-ck!
jay-z, marcy, brooklyn
representin’ the, what, what
roc-a-fella y’all, for life
stretch armstrong
bring the noise, haha
clown–ss n-ggas (yeah)
you know how we get down

[verse 1]
uh, roc-a-fella’s capo, unflappable
test my weight in the apple
never a question of if, but when you gonna die like cattle
beef, i go at it so rugged, you swear, i love it
is that so, hard to learn?
my burner give n-ggas permanent heart murmurs
if that ain’t reason for concern (woo!)
my, crew endangers
estranged miscellaneous n-ggas
left in troubled waters like greg louganis
ain’t nothin’ touchin’ from brooklyn to metuchen
or wherever the f-ck you cats rest your head at, dead that
the last time you seen us, n-ggas popped up in beamers
shopped up in neiman’s, locked hip-hop up between us
squeamish rappers stay out of my sp-ce like venus
or it’s soulshocker, jigga n-ggademus
murderous writin’, not a word of it to your likin’
since we make you hate to love it like prince
’til a n-gga feel straight like bill gates
or feel a mil’-eight, we gon’ spill hate, in-fil-trate
die! it’s your fate, realize the great
get your hardhats, professionals rockin’, n-gga, wait
timing’s everything, everything that glitters ain’t gold
there’s diamonds in every ring, what the f-ck!
in the driver’s seat, n-gga used to live in the back
muggsy bogues style, now a n-gga bigger than shaq
crib in the cat, sk!lls, living phat
chickens that used to act ill
f-ck y’all, i ain’t forgivin’ that (f-ck y’all!)
a n-gga bitter so, when a n-gga hit you, believe (ugh)
i’m tryna hurt your stomach like ten thousand sit-ups (yeah)
jigs, baby, what it is! just as casual
you blast for me, you better believe i blast for you
yeah!

[interlude]
yeah, uh-huh, yeah
every time, y’all (roc-a-fella, y’all)
what, what, jay-z, huh (what, yeah, yeah)
yeah, yeah, roc-a-fella y’all (marcy)
what, we rock on y’all, representin’ the
yeah, yeah uh-huh
(let these n-ggas know)
west coast n-ggas, man
getting out of line, man
watch your step, haha
f-ck around
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
yo, react, biatch n-gga
think they can f-ck with the rich n-gga
jigga, they can’t touch ya
say y’all, we livin’ like stnrs (?)
you f-ggot n-ggas don’t play yours, my team’ll slay yours
naysayers, can’t f-ck around we lay yours
with our hands up there, sh-t, i swear to god
since money’s respected you know i had to get it
collect it like antiques, and let it stack
brrrrrrr, like that
i mastered this fast sh-t, now i move on
’cause too many b-st-rds tried to get they groove on
and now you see me jiggy, you puzzled
he ain’t sellin’ no records, is he? that n-gga gotta hustle
sh-t, you bet your guns, by any means, i get my ones
you intervene, by any means, i get ya done
for real

- jay z lyrics

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