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JAY-Z 熱門歌曲
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
JAY-Z
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chris Martin
Songwriter:in
Shawn Carter
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Premier
Produzent:in
Eddie Sancho
Mischtechniker:in
Herb Powers
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Somebody's pulling me close to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been here before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who
And what was what
Man, look at these suckers
I ain't no rapper
I'm a hustler
It just so happens that I know how to rap
Okay, I'm reloaded
[Verse 2]
Uh-huh
I did it again, ****
Fucked up right?
I know
I know what y'all **** asking yourself
Is he gonna ever fall off?
No
[Verse 3]
A lot of speculation on the moneys I've made
Honeys I've slay'd
How is he for real?
Is that **** really paid?
Hustlers I've met or dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What's the position you hold?
Can you really match a triple platinum artist
Buck by buck by only a single going gold?
Roc-a-fella ship fold
And you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers eleven for an O
For the millionth time asking me
Questions like Wendy Williams
Harassing me
Then get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe?
And in that minute you leave
While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinning on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe, and if so, what block?
What you doing in L.A. with Filipinos and ese's
Latinos and Chaves down by Pico with Federico
I answer all your questions, but then y'all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know?
[Verse 4]
Roc-A-Fella y'all
Uh
Know my style
[Verse 5]
Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more
'Bout crime no more
Till I'm no more
'Cause I'm so raw
My flow expose holes that they find in yours
Wasn't for me, **** still be dying for whores
But I hate when a **** sit back, admiring yours
Young blood, you better get that
We frying because
**** don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don't listen to the rappers, yo, they dying to floss
I used to be O T, applying the force
Shoot up the whole block then the iron I toss
Come back with the click playing Diana Ross
I'm the boss and this is how it's gonna be
Burnt the turnpike
Wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till they put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek
Chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read, he was holding, no leaks
Started from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game
Jigga the O G
On MTV, telling 'em how I sold D
And used to back work up out of apartment four B
Me and my homie started out coldies
Picked the mailbox lock 'cause I ain't have no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made Sophie
Then I went low key, but now I'm back it's on
Motherfuckers
[Verse 6]
Jigga
Uh-huh
Yeah
Roc-A-Fella y'all
Uh
Feel this
Written by: DJ Premier, JAY-Z