The Definitive Jay-Z Song List! (Part 2) #50-26

#50. The Ruler’s Back – “Here’s a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison. A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high. I, Young ‘Vito, voice of the young people, Mouthpiece for hustlers. I’m back motherf#ckers. Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns. Why y’all can’t fuck with Hov’, what type of X why y’all on? I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm. Charges don’t stick to dude he’s teflon.”…

#49. Real N*ggaz ft. Too $hort – “We started out making, small time bacon. Two little niggas baking, talking bout whipping cakes. Get clothing and big cheddar, hoping it gets better. We had no knowledge of this sh*t we just was with whatever. In front of your building clocking, thought I was making a killing. Right in front of your children, eight ball in my side pocket. They was corrupt too, disrespecting the fiends I used to Look up to, take it or leave it, f#ck you.”…

#48. So Ghetto – “We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine. You’ll be wearing a black suit a long time. I put your crew in hard bottoms. The priest is like, “God’s got him, He never did nuttin to nobody but them boys shot him”. Brandish iron, outlandish buyin. Bentley Coupes, not braggin just simply the truth. We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back.”…

#47. Allure – “The allure of breaking the law, Was always too much for me to ever ignore. I’ve got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses. In love with a V-Dub engine. Man, I’m high off life, f#ck it, I’m wasted. Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist. My women friends get tennis bracelets. Trips to Venice, get their Winters replaced with. The sun, it ain’t even fun no more, I’m jaded. Man, it’s just a game, I just play it to play it.”…

#46. H.a.m – “F*** y’all mad at me for? Y’all don’t even know what I’ve been through. I play chicken with a Mack truck. Y’all mothaf***ers woulda been moved. I swam waters with great whites. Y’all mothaf***ers woulda been chewed. I hustle with vultures late nights. Y’all mothaf***ers woulda been food. F*** wrong with these dudes? Try to walk around in these shoes. See the s*** I saw growing up, And maybe you can take a peek at these boo’s.”…

#45. December 4Th – “I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees, Who made love under the Sycamore tree.Which makes me A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim. At ten pounds when I was born I didn’t give her no pain. Although through the years I gave her her fair share. I gave her her first real scare. I made it from birth and I got here. She knows my purpose wasn’t purpose I ain’t perfect. I care, But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn’t matching my gear. Now I’m just scratching the surface cause what’s buried under there. Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared.”…

#44. Blue Magic – “So what if you flip a couple words, I could triple that in birds. Open your mind you see the circus in the sky. I’m Ringling brothers Barnum and Bailey with the pies. No matter how you slice it I’m your motherf#cking guy. Just like a B-Boy with 360 waves. Do the same with the pot, still come back beige.”…

#43. It’s Hot (Some Like It Hot) – “Go against Jigga yo’ ass is dense. I’m about a dollar, what the f#ck is 50 Cents? Hot sh*t, kick a n*gga, turn these mics out. My jewelry so bright you can turn these lights out. Hovah’s like Noah keep two in the truck. I’m like U-Haul; every b*tch movin I f#ck. You move slut, I gotta put two in your butt. I’m everything: the when’s, why’s, who’s, and what. N*gga what?”…

#42. Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up) ft. Amil & Beanie Sigel  – “By the way, yo.. How the f#ck you gon’ talk about MC’s on our heel? When we just cop them things homie the chromey wheels. Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill. Any given times a hundred G’s in your grill. Don’t talk to me ’bout MC’s got skills. “He’s alright, but he’s not real”. Jay-Z’s that deal, with seeds in a field. Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel.”…

#41. Can I Get A… – “Can I hit in the MORNIN, without givin you half of my dough, And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME? If I couldn’t get you finer things, like all of them diamond rings b*tches KILL FOR, would you STILL ROLL?
If we couldn’t see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand, would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn’t DRIVIN? If I wasn’t ah, eight figure n*gga by the name of Jigga would you come around me or would you clown me?”…

#40. Justify My Thug – “And I ain’t never been to jail, I ain’t never pay a n*gga To do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself. I will never tell, even if it means sittin in a cell. I ain’t never ran, never will. I ain’t never been smacked, a n*gga better keep his hands To himself or get clapped for what’s under that man’s belt. I never asked for nothin I don’t demand of myself. Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth. Death before dishonor and I tell you what else. I tighten my belt ‘fore I beg for help.”…

#39. 4:44 – “Meant to cry and die alone in these mansions. Or sleep with our back turned. We’re supposed to vacay ’til our backs burn. We’re supposed to laugh ’til our hearts stop. And then we end a space with a dark stop. And let love light the way. Like the men before me, I cut off my nose to spite my face.”…

#38. Ni**as in Paris – “Ball so hard, this sh*t weird. We ain’t even ‘pose to be here. Ball so hard, since we here. It’s only right that we be fair. Psycho, I’m liable to be go Michael. Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6. Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rollies that don’t tick tock. Audemars that’s losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks. Ball so hard, I’m shocked too, I’m supposed to be locked up too. You escaped what I’ve escaped. You’d be in Paris getting f#cked up too.”…

#37. Gotta Have It – “Whats up ma’fucka, where my money at? You gon’ make me come down to your house where yo’ mommy at. Mummy wrap the kids, have ’em cryin’ for they mommy back. Dummy that your daddy is, tell ’em I just want my racks.”…

#36. I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me) – “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’m a 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.”…

#35. Roc Boys (And the Winner Is…) – “First of all I wan’ thank my connect. The most important person with all due respect. Thanks for to duffle bag, the brown paper bag, The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash. Boys in blue who put greed before the badge. The first pusher whoever made the stash. The Roc Boys in the building tonight. Oh what a feeling I’m feeling life. Thanks to the lames, n*ggas bad aim. Thanks to a little change I tore you out the game. Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery. Thanks to the pastor rapping at your eulogy. To Lil Kim and them, you know the women friend Who, carry the work cross state for a gentlemen. Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers. And most importantly you, the customer.”…

#34. Show Me What You Got – “Words is slurring, engine purring. Mami frontin’, but I’m so determined. Shots of Patron, now she’s in a zone. I ain’t talking about the 2-3. Mami in the zone like the homie 2-3. Jordan or James, makes no difference, boo. I’m ballin’ the same, n*gga, I am the Mike Jordan of recording. N*gga, you might want to fall back from recording. Sh*t that you write; it’s not important. So it forced him to go for the hype. For being brave, and they may applaud him. Well, misery I will assure them. Aw, baby, just ignore them.”

#33. Lost One – “My nephew died in the car I bought. So I’m under the belief it’s partly my fault. Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought. Place any burden on me but please, not that, Lord. But time don’t go back, it goes forward. Can’t run from the pain, go towards it. Some things can’t be explained, what caused it. Such a beautiful soul, so pure ***. Gonna see you again, I’m sure of it ‘Til that time, little man, I’m nauseous. Your girlfriend’s pregnant, the Lord’s gift. Almost lost my faith, that restored it. It’s like havin’ your life restarted. Can’t wait for your child’s life, to be a part of it. So now I’m child-like, waitin’ for a gift. To return when I lost you, I lost it.”…

#32. Success ft. Nas – “I used to give a f#ck, now I give a f#ck less. What do I think of success? It sucks, too much stress. I guess I blew up quick, ‘cause friends I grew up with, See me as a premie, but I’m not, and my nuts big. I don’t know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious. My rep is impeccable; I’m not to be f#cked with with.”…

#31. Interlude – “Allow me to re-introduce myself. My name is Hov’ (oh) H-to-the-O-V. I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z. I guess even back then you can call me. CEO of the R-O-C, Hov’. Fresh out the frying pan into the fire. I be the, music biz number one supplier. Flier than a piece of paper bearing my name. Got the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain.”…

#30. Can’t Knock the Hustle ft. Mary J. Blige – “Bouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha. 50 G’s to the crap shooter, n*ggas can’t fade me. Chrome socks beaming, Through my peripheral I see ya scheming. Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming. N*ggas is fiending, what’s the meaning? I’m leaning on any n*gga intervening. With the sound of my money machine-in. My cup runneth, over with hundreds. I’m one of the best n*ggas that done it, six digits and runnin’.”…

#29. A Week Ago ft. Too $hort – “F#ck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry. That’s right, the same game that make you mad could make you die. It’s a dice game, and sometimes you crap. Who woulda thought you’d get popped one time and rat? Now you know that’s bad when your sister is mad. And your son gotta grow up like, “This is my dad?”. The labelling of a snitch is a lifetime scar. You’ll always be in jail n*gga, just minus the bars.”…

#28. Song Cry – “That’s your fault, how many times you forgiven me? How was I to know that you was plain sick of me? I know the way a n*gga livin’ was whack, But you don’t get a n*gga back like that! Sh*t, I’m a man with pride, you don’t do sh*t like that. You don’t just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that. You don’t throw away what we had, just like that. I was just f#ckin’ them girls, I was gon’ get right back.”…

#27. Imaginary Players – “I spit that other sh*t. That’s the nice motherf#cker sh*t. Fed time follow me around, deep cover sh*t n*gga. You beer money, I’m all year money. I’m popping, you ain’t got to count it, it’s all there money. I never change money ’cause n*ggas got strange money. Knocked up, marked up, f#cked up in the game money. I got bail money, XXL money. You got flash now, one time we’ll reveal money. I spit the hottest sh*t, you need it I got it sh*t. That down South Master P, bout it bout it sh*t.”…

#26. D’evils – “We used to fight for building blocks. Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing. The closest of friends when we first started. But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted. Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers. He never learned so in turn I’m kidnapping his baby’s mother. My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese. She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties. About his whereabouts I wasn’t convinced.
So I kept feeding her money ’til her sh*t started to make sense. Who could ever foresee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties. now I’m trying to rock this b*tch to sleep. All the years we were real close. Now I see his fears through her tears, know she’s wishing we were still close.”…


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