[Jay-Z]

R-O-C

Memphis Bleek

Jigga man

Missy

Twista

Show naa



[Jay-Z]

Don't get mad at me

I don't love 'em I fuck 'em

I don't chase 'em I duck 'em

I replace 'em with another one

You had to see she keep calling me BIG

(And another one!)

And my name is Jay-Z

She be all on my dick

Gradually I'm taking over your bitch

Coming over your shit

Got my feet up on you sofas, man

I mean a hostess for my open hand

You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans

I got your bitch in my Rover man

I never kiss her, I never hold her hand

In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man

I'mma pimp her, it's over man

When I twist her in the Gold sedan

Like I'm Goldie man, you've been chosen man

Jigga man, ice burg with the frozen hands

Why them mans don't make it frozen man



[Missy]

Oh is that your bitch

Why she all in his six?

With her hand on his dick

Keep licking her lips

Is that your bitch?

Why she all in his ride?

With her hand on his thighs

Keep looking in his eyes

Oh is that your bitch?

You better tell her chill

While you all in his grill

Don't you know that man kill?

Is that your bitch?

Why she beeping him?

Keep praising him?

Cause that's Bleek and them, bitch



[Memphis Bleek]

Yo check it now, yo, yo

Your hoe choose I

I ain't gonna lie

What I look like turnin' down Cho Cha

Drove by, smokin' lye

Recognize a pimp, open your eyes

Hop in the passenger side of the ride

Damn Bleek, can't speak

Uh-huh, okay, what's up, SHUT UP

And close the door

Act like you been in the drop top

On the open road before

Fix your weave, then fix me

Ever gave head doing 160

Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy

How you like the way the white wife beat fit me

M-dot, him hot, them not

(That's gangsta)



[Missy]



[Twista]

Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming

Like a demon fiending for the semen

Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan

Gone while I'm leanin' smoking

I'm whip it in the stomach

Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money

Why you acting so funny?

You know she been flirting while your working

Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain

Poppin' that pussy

Sweatin' till no fluid is left

When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death

You gon' ruin your rep

Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers

Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper

Must have been mad

When your ho put my stuff in the dash

Bust in her ass

To climax I come up with a nab

The game don't stop

Legit ballers bending up the block

Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props

Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick inside her

Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah



[Missy]



[Jay-Z]

Why you home alone, while she's out with me

Room 112, hotel balcony

How she say Jay you can call the house for me

There's no respect at all

You betta check her dawg

She keep beggin' me to hit it raw

So she can have my kids and say it was yours

How foul is she?

And you wiped her, shit I put that rubber on tighter

Sent her home, when she entered home

You hugged her up

What the fuck is up?

She got you whipped, got your kids

Got your home, but that's not your bitch

You share that girl, don't let 'em hear that at Earl

It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick

Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch



[Missy]



[Memphis Bleek]

Yo, how dumb that pimp?

I heard he trick

Bought a new five, maybe a six

Copped that for his new down bitch

And I was digging that down since '96 shit

Memph man I'll take your bitch

Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip

And you know how it go when it come to the hoes

She can do the same thing to the click you know

Your hoe chose, don't get mad at me

Got your wife callin' me daddy

Put her out on the street let her get that cheese

My bad is that your freak

But you know how a thug do

When a nigga hit that, it's fuck you

Keep it snub, tre deuce in the boot

Niggas wanna act, get a mutha fuckin' a slug too



[Missy]



[Jay-Z]

(Cool out homie)

You betta keep her away from my balling clique

Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix

From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks

From catz who order Cris play on the floor with the Knicks

It can only lead to something unfortunate

Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch

Play the floor dot Jigga man go first

Then we all rock cause we all hot

You know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock

Got the bitches in the smash

Make your drawers drop fast

Do we get more cash than the average nigga?

All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga

Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that

You would fuck mine

How the hell could you knock that?

I'm just playing the cards chose for me

Jigga man who ya supposed to be?



[Missy X2]