know The reason why We could have had the moon and the sky You'll always know The reason why this love, reason why this love Ain't gon' let you go [Verse 3: Jay
[Verse 1] Who you are? Girl I don't really know But I would love to start To know you some more We both came here apart But by the end of the night You
Baby, are you down, down, down, down, down? Down, down Even if the sky is falling down? Down, down You oughta know Tonight is the night to let it go
Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
Feel it comin' in the air And the screams from everywhere I'm addicted to the thrill It's a dangerous love affair Can't be scared when it goes down Got
I would march across the desert to defeat my enemy And I would lie here in the trenches with your picture next to me And when I told you it's forever,
If Hov's a Blackberry Bold, shorty is a Sidekick She used to have a man, I used to have a side chick Shorty got wind, I had to blow the chick off We got
La, da, da, da Hey, hey, hey Goodbye (Good riddance!) Hold up, only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track, let the story begin
I got a million ways to get it, choose one Bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make a stack I'm on to the next one, on to the next
All rhymers with Alzheimer's line up please All mamis with mind freeze please line up please All bloggers with comments please, I come in peace Let's
Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads, fuckers I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay
Uh, uh, uh, uh, it's big pimpin' baby It's big pimpin', spendin' G's Feel me, uh huh uh, uh huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah You know I
of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (Yea) As fate would have it, Jay
Check the bassline out, uh huh Jigga, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah Let it bump though It's the hard knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for
Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Give it to me Every time I think about the Way you feel I get excited
Uhh uhh uhh You ready B? Let's go get 'em Look for me, Young B Cruisin' down the westside highway Doing what we like to do our way Eyes behind shades
This is a state of emergency What you want me to do? I'm sorry, I'm back Let's go get 'em, Just Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Show me what you got, lil
, out it As the best rapper alive nigga axe about me From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie You gotta pardon Jay
