JAY crafted his initial farewell statement on 2003’s The Black Album-with production from the soon-to-break-out Kanye West -but couldn’t stay away. Carter), proving his acumen for the charts. 2… Hard Knock Life) and “Big Pimpin’” (from 1999’s Vol. He went on to amass further hits like “Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)” (from 1998’s Vol. JAY’s debut album, 1996’s Reasonable Doubt, established his hustler attitude. He rose from a tough childhood in Brooklyn’s Marcy Projects to earn over 20 Grammys and sell over 100 million albums, all the while perfecting the frank NYC flow established by predecessors like Biggie Smalls. Yeah, yeah, yeah Same song, I'm back, been around the world Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia The Peanuts in L.A.If ever there were a reasonable doubt that JAY-Z didn’t have the chops to thrive in hip-hop, his modern mogul status proves otherwise.
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Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage Let's keep it real ma, you savin it for karats You wanna see how far I'ma go How, much I'ma spend but you already know Zip, zero, stingy with dinero Might buy you Crist', but that about it Might light your wrist, but that about it Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down Get you bling like the Neptune sound Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold Ladies love me long time like 2Pac's soul Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin I'm a pimp by blood, not relation Y'all be chasin, I replace them, huh? Drunk off Crist', mami on E Can't keep her little model hands off me Both in the club, high, singing off key "And I wish I never met her at all." It gets better, ordered another round It's, about, to go, down Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist' Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra Filth marked jeans, take that off I'm a hustler baby I just want you to know It aint where I been But where I'm bout to go Now I just wanna love you But be who I am And with all this cash You'll forget your man Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff Let's go Hov! Uh huh, Hov' You, are, not, ready Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova