Muito mais que só letras de músicas

  • Vagalume
  • A-Z
  • Estilos
  • Top 100
  • Playlists
  • Hot Spots
  • Notícias
  • Play
    PLAY

    Uh, yeah, mmmm
    William H. niggas
    Holla, yeah, yo

    HOOK:
    That's why I, squeeze first ask quesions last
    That's how most of these so called gangstas pass
    I, squeeze first ask questions last
    Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin today

    [JIGGA]
    Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
    When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
    Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake
    The kind that put land over your face
    I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya
    I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya
    I move light, like my shoes too tight
    Leave niggas confused from the day to the night
    At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin
    Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin
    I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
    'case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me
    You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
    If not, you somebody up close to sin
    Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
    Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
    Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
    Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
    And y'all choke motherfuckers

    HOOK

    [JIGGA]
    I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
    Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
    Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
    Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
    Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
    Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
    Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
    Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
    And y'all choke niggas

    HOOK

    [JIGGA]
    Y'all don't understand
    I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
    Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
    Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
    Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
    Y'all choke niggas

    HOOK

    [JIGGA]
    See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard
    I'm a player for real, I post and pivot
    Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit
    Where the demons live, shit my scene is vivid
    Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta this verse
    It's about to get so obscene in a minute
    I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it
    Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child fuck it
    Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
    Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis
    Shit it was either that or be livin wit Elvis
    Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X
    Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this
    Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
    My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress
    Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama
    Told her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
    And before she could say Jay...
    I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality
    Men gotta do men things for men salary
    Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me
    Ahh shit man...
    Young Hova ya heard?

    Comente
    user 300 caracteres restantes. Enviar

    Todas as letras de Jay Z

    Publicidade
    Notícias
    Mais notícias »
    Hot Spot
    Top Músicas do Vagalume
    Top 100 »

    As informações deste site são postadas integralmente pelos usuários. É importante dizer que é possível que os dados estejam desatualizados ou incorretos, sendo assim, o Vagalume exime-se de qualquer responsabilidade sobre as informações publicadas.Caso haja interesse em remover ou alterar alguma informação, entre em contato conosco.


    É permitida somente a visualização no site das letras de músicas encontradas aqui, vedada sua reprodução através de quaisquer outros meios (Lei 9610/98).Todas as letras de músicas são propriedade dos seus respectivos autores e divulgadas somente para fins educacionais.All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics are provided for educational purposes only.