critical_temp
All Star
Peak gun talk Jay was just different. He switched his content so far away from that for the most part that it makes people not mention him with some of the greats to talk greasy but he really had a way with it.
I'm way to 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 to bright, goodnight long kiss
bye bye my reply... BLAA, BLAA
Blast burner then pass burner to Tye-Tye
Finish my breakfast, why?
I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry
And with that said, I will kill nikkaz dead
Cut nikkaz short, give you wheels for legs
I'm a K-I-double-L-E-R
See y'all in Hell, shoot nikkaz straight through the E.R.
Back to Sean Carter the hustler Jay-Z is dead...Lol. Bruh. I was the only vol. 3 advocate for the longest. I'm shocked at this recent appreciation of it.
Whoever said that this was the end of Jay being a street nikka was right. After this and during the Dynasty he was in full mogul mode.
We live from the 7-1-8
Got my chick in the DMV at this very second runnin' your plate
2 knocks on your door
One gun in your face
2 Blocks of C4
I put one in your safe
Place the safe in the bath tub I got one prior
You better hope this money don't catch fire
You so soft
no mask
no rope
one clip
and I
Let this nikka run around untied
I swear to god, you know the type that talk loud
But nikka's white cloud, soft as a baby's bottom
You know Jay Z's spot him
I haven't heard him in a while
And you know how come? This little fakkit in the corner dialing 911
Snatched the phone get a grip dog you supposed to be thug
What you telling the cop huh? I'm taking your money and drugs
In the underworld we take care of beef ourself
And another thing yo we police ourself
Either you follow the codes or don’t sell cocaine
This life will swallow you whole so get out the game
Go to church every Sunday nikka and pray hard
Drug dealer ? (haha) don't quit your day job
Yo, the summer's 'bout to get hot
nikkas home from jail and they plottin'
Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top
The Continental T, got 'em resentin' me
God I work hard, please don't envy me
I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard
I can recall a year ago I almost lost this job
All y'all remember is the part about me parkin' the hard
What about all them days I was walkin' my dogs
Barkin' at broads, but they never hollered back
And if they did all they said was, "Where them dollars at?"
Imagine, bein' skinny growin' up around brolic cats
The quiet assassin demeanor of them college cats
Until I got a gat and loudly start poppin' back
Round the way, nikkas called me Bobby Boucher
Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to Jay
How y'all gon' stick me up, take my jewels away
Pull out your gat, car jack me, take my cruise away
Well I got news for y'all fools today
I hated Vol. 3 but this 1 Track was in Constant Rotation after the Bootleg dropped.
...still can't believe Irv Gotti made the beat.