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| Jay-Z Volume 2 / Hard Knock Life Beanie Siegel Freestlye Beenie Mack Rocafella y'all Check Check A yo two decades, three years and still in order I done stabbed sticks, killed bricks drowned drops of water Ate a million dollars Shitted four million quarters Stuck mothers, sisters, aunt, nieces and daughters Fuck taco bell I run south of the border Cop a whole pie and you working wit a quarter Stay cased up like my man Rhyme Slaughter Sleep in crack spots on off that water Y'all scrape up for weed money and grub Me and my man role in a Benz four dub On our way to the club Smoking weed out the jug While most stay in court trying to plead wit the judge What! Fist and wrist stay glitered up Don pee sip it up to I spit it up I fuck bitches who bust checks to flood my neck Give me rough sex Huff wet Bust teks Feds eyeing, like I'm imported that shit I trying to be cased up in court for that shit I just want to breeze through sported that shit Laughing at them point niggaz snorting that shit Y'all niggaz would never finish that y'all be starting Never could back up that shit y'all be talking I make you famous I put your face on milk cartons Beenie Mack smoother than Jerome on Martin I keep the silence on the three eighty loughton Quiets the bus but can't do shit about this sparking That's why I get my bodies right before darken Your dogs ain't biting shit, just doing a lot of barking Your squads leaking Fronting like y'all eating Rent a little car get dress on the weekend That that Joe shit You don't know me why you speaking? Cause I shut down blocks and clock like Puerto Ricans Beenie Mack rap gorilla I'm out for the scrilla Face it ain't no replacement for this killer |
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