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Excuse Me Miss Again – Jay-Z


[Hook: Pharrell]
Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala….(Hooo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala….(Hooo)
Neptunes track smoke like lalala… (Hooo)
It’s the ROC baby sing, I lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I’m the shit (do you want me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me, basically (do you want me to do it?)
Hold up, skip all the singin’ lets go ride tonight, mami (Come on now…Uhhh)

[Jay-Z]
I know my English ain’t as modest as you like
But come, get some, you little bums
I take the cake from under the baker’s thumbs
I bake the cake get two of them for one
Then I move the +weight+ like I’m +Oprah’s son+
Uhhh, I show you how to do this son
Young don’t mess wit chicks in Burberry paddings
Fake Manolo boots straight from Steve Madden (un-uh)
He padded hisself the rap JFK, you wanna pass for my Jaqueline Onassis
Then hop ya ass out that S-class
Lay back in that maebach, roll the best grass, I ask…
Have you in your long-legged life
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh)
Look but don’t touch, muthafucker think twice
Cause the gat that I clutch got a little red light
Need a light?…

[Hook]
To smoke that lalala…(Hooo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala….(Hooo)
Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala….(Hooo)
It’s the ROC mami sing I lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
We got brothers full of Arme, mamis in Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov’ because they know dough
When they see him, which be European
If you’re a +te-en+ (ten) chances your wit +him+
If you’re a five you know you ridin’ wit th-em
Sick wit the pen nigga, no position in the world could fix him
No prescription, you could prescribe to subside his affliction
He’s not a sane man, more like reign man twitchin’
You can’t rain dance on his picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chickens can dead his sickness (whoo)
No Ouija board, you can’t see me dog, nigga you +CB4+
This ain’t +Chris Rock+ bitch, it’s the ROC bitch
And I’m the +franchise+ like a Houston Rocket
Nawimean (Yao Ming)…

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[Hook]
Still smoking that lalala…
Memph Bleek still smoking that lalala….
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo’ to five….
It’s the ROC baby sing, I lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Forget English talk body language
I be all over mamis like body painters
Pink diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, you’re very sick
Don’t confuse me wit marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life
Muh’fuckas must be smoking they lalala la crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Back to the music, I ain’t wit all that
Plus the feds tappin my music I get all that
I’m THE public industry number one
Public industry number two is my whole crew R-O-C
And I ain’t concerned wit’ who like me, who like you
That’s gay, I ain’t into likin’ dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again my man’ll shoot ya

[Hook]
As we, smoke that lalala…(Hooo)
Memphis Bleek always smoking that lalala….(Hooo)
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle to fo’ to five….(Hooo)
It’s the ROC bitch sing, I lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]

[Pharrell]
Do you want me to do it… come watch me now, uhhh

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Friend Or Foe – Jay-Z

check one check two, you know what to do
primo, cold crush when i give it to you
friend or foe yo, state your biz
ya tend to dough, ah , there it is
me, i run the show, oh, and these kids
don’t like nobody commin around here fuckin wit they doe for shit
you enterprisin though,
and i like it
but fuck with the big dogs though, i gotta bite ya,
look, its out of my hands
and you gettin money round here, its not in the plans
so hop yo ass out of that van, head back to kansas
i’m sendin niggas back up in campuses
chance is slimmer than that chick in calvin klien pantses
let me guess, they said it was money round here
and the rest is me stoppin you from gettin it, correct?
sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel
i’ll take care of that , you’ll see, now please
give me the room key
you’re twitchin, don’t do that, you makin me nervous
my crew, well, they do pack, them niggas is murderous
so would ya, please put your hand back in sight
they don’t like to see me nervous you can understand that, right?
you draw, better be picasso, y’know the best
cause if this is not so, ah, god bless
you leave me no choice, i leave you no voice
believe me son i hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done
now calm your boys,
cause i’m findin it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise
get the point, i’ll let ya go,
before ya leave,i guess i aughta let you know, i need those keys
and promise you never, no matter the weather
evaevaevaevaevaevaevaevaeva come around here no mo’
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Where Have You Been – Jay-Z

(feat. Beanie Sigel)
[Beanie Sigel]
Damn how am I gonna say this shit?
hey… hey dad, yeah it’s your boy
remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap

I remember being kicked out the house
’cause I looked just like you
Said I’d be nothing but a crook
just like you
The niggaz in the hood was shook
Where the just like you
‘Cause all they said was little whitey look
I’m just like you
But dog I can’t see it at all, shit
We never kicked it at all
We never pitched or kicked at a ball
dog, you never taught me shit
how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat
none of that sorts of shit
Nigga you was an abusive pops
fuck you left me out to dry, stuck
gotta teach news to box
gotta teach news to bop
and that aint the half of it man
I gotta teach news to block
It’s about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)
sit down let me tell you ’bout your fatherless sons
how they grew to be men and father they sons
father they daughters
nigga, you left a fatherless daughter
I never follow your orders
nigga you make me sick
pussy you could….ooh
how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind
I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom
I ‘member that day you showed me that gat, that 9
put it in my palm when I was young
and said that would be mine, you turned me out
the reason why I hit the block
reason why I tried to hit them cops
reason why I started hittin shots
reason why I started gettin licked
and drinkin syrup and skippin court
ginger bread man never think of gettin caught
look at your hand man damn you fought
nigga you left my mom
left us with no good-bye’s
you left us out to dry
you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies
no digits numbers was unlisted
you left us with some of my loneliest night
nigga some of my hungriest nights
shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin)
damn we used to think money was white
yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant
we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps
and to think you was my pop,
man i gotta stop shit

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[CHORUS]
Female: Daddy, Where Have You Been?
Beanie: And when you come home, you got us here all alone
Female: Mommy, Where Daddy Went?
Beanie: You always stick up for him
Always said you’d make up for him
Female: Mommy, What Happened Then?
Beanie: What was you cheatin on him?
Why he’s always beatin’ on you?
Female: Daddy, Where Have You Been?
Beanie: Nigga, you gonna hear me out

[Jay-Z]
I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)
wanted to talk just like him (word)
often momma said I look too much
and I thought just like him (it could happen)
wanted to drink Miller nips
and smoke Newports just like you
but you left me, now I’m goin to court just like you
I would say “my daddy loves me and he’ll never go away”
bullshit, do you even remember December’s my birthday?
do you even remember the tender boy
you turned into a cold young man
with one goal and one plan
get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one
always short with the income
always late with the rent
You said that you was comin through
I would stay in the hallway (waitin)
always playin the bench (waitin)
and that day came and went
Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain
but I’m stronger and trust me I will never hurt again
will never ask mommy “why daddy don’t love me?
Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?
Mommy why is your eyes puffy?”
please don’t cry everything’ll be alright
I know it’s dark now, but we gon’ see the light
It’s us against the world
we don’t need him, right? (right)
mommy drivin 6’s now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)
I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now
we doin real good
we don’t miss you now
see how life twists around, fucker?

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[CHORUS]

[fade out… sound of staticky LP turning]

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Big Pimpin’ (Extended) – Jay-Z

(feat. U.G.K.)
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It’s big pimpin baby..
It’s big pimpin, spendin G’s
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..

You know I – thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don’t fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don’t fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I’m breezin
Talkin bout, “What’s the reasons?”
I’m a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then it’s, beep beep and I’m pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I’ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
parts with nothin, y’all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I’ll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin..
Hoe get yo’ ass in
And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah
And let’s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now
RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

[Chorus One: Jay-Z]

We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin – big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

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[Bun B]
Nigga it’s the – big Southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill’ up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that’s my scenario
No I can’t fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin – they say, “There he go!”
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo’ heat than a little bit
We don’t pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won’t be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo’ vocab
Don’t be surprised if yo’ hoe stab out with me
and you see us comin down on yo’ slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can’t take it
But nigga if you hatin I
then you wait while I get yo’ bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo’ ass to the back as I’m flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro’s on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That’s the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain’t the track that we flow’s on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo’ real it don’t get no bigger man
Don’t trip, let’s flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool

[Chorus Two: Bun B]

We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.’s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.
It’s just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga

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[Pimp C]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can’t fuck witch’all
If I wasn’t rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y’all know bout them Texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise

[Chorus Two]

[Jay-Z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sittin on blades… sippin that ray…
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
half what I paid slippin right through customs
It’ll sell by night its extra white…
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin chesse
with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga Man that’s what’s up

[Chorus]

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