JAY –Z “THE BLACK ALBUM” LYRICS
INTERLUDE
December 4th
Mrs. Carter : shawn carter was born December 4th
Weighing in @ 10 pounds 8 ounces he was the last of
My 4 children the only one who didn’t give me any
Pain when I gave birth to him & that’s how I
Knew he was a special child
1st verse
they said they never really miss you till you dead
or you gone so on that note I’m leaving after this song
so you aint got to feel no way about j so long
@ least let me tell why I’m this way hold on
I was conceived by Gloria Carter & Adnis Reeves
Who made love under the sycamore tree
Which makes me a more sicker mc & my momma
Would claim @ 10 pounds when I was born I didn’t give
Her no pain although through the years I gave her
Fair share I gave her , her 1st real scare
I made up for birth when I got here she know my purpose
Wasn’t purpose I aint 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
I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted
But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted
Mrs. Carter: Shawn was a very shy child growing up
He was into sports & a funny story is @ 4 he thought himself
How to ride a bike a 2 wheeler @ that isnt that special but I
Notice the change in him when me & my husband broke up
2nd verse
now all the teachers couldn’t reach me & my momma
couldn’t beat me hard enough it match the pain of my pop
not seeing me so with that destined in my membrain
got on my pimp game fuck the world my defense came
Haven introduce me to the game spanish jose
introduce me to caine I’m a hustler now my gear is in
& I’m in with the in crowd & all the wavy light skin girls is
loving me now my self esteem went through the roof man I got
my swag got a volvo from this girl when her man got bagged
plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had
Supposedly knowing nobody paid jaz whack ass
I’m getting ahead of myself by the way I could rap
That came 2nd to moving this crack give me a second
I swear I would say about my rap career til 96 came
Niggas I’m here goodbye
Mrs. Carter: shawn use to be in the kitchen beating on the
Table & rapping & um the wee hours of the mourning
& then I bought him a boom box & his sister’s & brother
use to say that he would drive them nuts but that was my way
to keep him close to me & out of trouble
3rd verse
goodbye to the game all the spoils
the adrenaline rush ya blood boils you in the spot
knowing cop’s could rush & you in the drop
you so easy to touch no 2 days are alike except the 1st & the 15th
pretty much & trust is a word you seldom here from us hustlers we don’t sleep we rest 1 eye up & a drought can
define a man when the well drys up you learn how to work
the water without work you thirst till you die yep & niggas
get tied up for product & little brothers ring fingers get cut up
to show mothers they really got em & this is the stress I live with till I decide to try this rap shit for a living I pray I’m forgiven for every bad decision I made every sister I played
cause I’m still paranoid till this day & It aint nobodys fault
I made the decision I made this is the life I chose or rather
The life that chose me if you don’t respect that your whole
Perspective is whack maybe you’ll love me when I fade to black
If you cant respect that your whole perspective is whack
Maybe you’ll love me when I fade to black
Now if you cant respect that your whole perspective is whack
Maybe you’ll love me when I fade to black
If you cant respect that your whole perspective is whack
Maybe you’ll love me when I fade
What More Can I Say
Are you not entertained,
Jigga talking : turn the music up turn me down
Lets go get em again, this time is for the money
Its never been a nigga this good for so long this hood or this pop this hot
For this strong w/so many different flows this one is for this song
The next one I switch it up, this one will get bit up these fucks too lazy to make up shit they crazy they don’t paint pictures ,they just trace me you know what
soonthey forget where they pluck ,they whole style from then try to reverse the outcome ,im like tough im not a biter im a writer for myself and others I say a big verse im only bigging bk up ,my borough enough to do it I’m that thorough cause I know my flo is foolish, so the ring and things you say bring out ,its to hard to yell when the barrel in your mouth ,im in new sneakers, dual seaters, few divas what more can I tell you let me spell it for you W.I.L.L.I.E nobodys true that Hov Im back for more, new york ambassador, prime minister back to finish my business up
Hook
What more can I say
What more can I do
I give this song to you
I know this much is true
My love, my my ,see what I see
What more can I say to you
You heard it all
You already know, im about flying birds down south moving wet off the steps
Purple rain in a drought stunt on hoes, brushing off my shirts but aint nothing on clothes
But my chain,my name young Hov pitch the yeo faithful even if they patrol I make parole ,benz paid for friends ,role private jets down in turks and caicos
cris caseloads I don’t give a shit one life to live I cant let a day go by without me being fresh to death,head to toe till the day I rest and I don’t wear jersey, im 30 plus ,give me a crisp pair of jeans niggas button up S Dot on my feet make the cipher complete what more can I say guru play the beat
Hook
Now you know your ass is willie when they got you in a mag for like half a billy
And your ass aint lily white that shit you write must be illie ,
Either that or your flow is silly ,its both I don’t mean to boast but damb if I don’t brag
them crackers gonna act like I aint on they ass ,the Martha Stewart
That’s far from jewish, far from a havard student,just had the balls to do it
And I no I’m not threw with it in fact im just previewing
it, this aint the show Im just equing it 1,2 and I want stop abusing it to groupy girls stop false accusing it back to the music the maybach ruff is trans fluent niggas got a problem Houston what up B, they cant shut up me ,shut down I not even PE im ride god 4give me for brash delivery but I remember vividly what these streets done to me so
picture me letting those clowns nick pick me, painting me like a pickney,I would literally
kiss TT on the forhead, tell her please 4 give me and then squezze into your forhead im not the one to score points off in fact R got a joint that will knock points off Young Hova the god nigga blast for me, im @ the trump international ask for me ,im never scared ,im everything you aint never their nigga Why would I ever care pound for pound ,Im the best that ever come around here excluding nobody, look what I’m embody the soul of a hustler I ready ran the streets a CEO mind that marketing plans was me and no I didn’t get shot up a whole bunch of times and I ain’t animated like say ah Busta Rhymes but the real shit you get when you bust down my lines add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times, times that by influence on my pop culture, im suppose to be #1 on everybodys list lets see what happens when I no longer exist what more can I say
Hook
Encore
Thank you Thank you
You far to kind
Hook
Can I get a encore, Do you want more
Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boys and for one last time I need yall to roar
Now what the hell are you waiting for after me there shall be no more
So for one last time make some noise
Who you know fresher than Hov, rittle me that
The rest of yall know where I’m lyrically at can’t none of yall mirror me back
Yeah hear me rap its like having G-rap in his prime, I’m Young H.O. raps greatful
dead back to take over the globe ,now break bread I’m in boeing jets, global express out the country but the blueberry still connects on a low but the Yacht got a triple deck but when your Young what the fuck you expect grand opening, grand closing, got damn you
man Hov crack the can open again, who you gon find dopper than him,with no pen just draw off inspiration soon you gone see you cant replace him with cheap imitation from these generations can I get a encore
Hook
What the hell you waiting for don’t shop where the rest buy
Look what you made me do look what I made for you knew if I paid my dues
How well they pay you when you first come in the game they try and play you
Then you drop a couple of hits look how they wave to you .what up Hov from
marcy to Madison square so the only thing that matters is just a matter of years
as faith would have it Jays status appears to be at an all time high
perfect time to say good bye when I come back like Jordan wearing the four five
it aint to play games with you its to aim at you, probably mame at you ,if I owe you
im blowing you to smitherines, cocksucker take one for your team and I need you to remember one thing I came, I saw, I conquer from album sales to sold out concerts so motherfucker I need you to scream to your lungs get soar
so this hear is the victory lap and I’m leaning this how you can get my back
after a year of the sixteen its 1 point 2 ,that’s 2 point 4, and I’m only doing 2
you, you one in the game .attn new dudes I can get you Bet, Trl 2, you wanna be in public send your budget but fuck it, I ain’t bugging, you did it to death, you gotta love it, record companies told me I couldn’t cut it now look at me all star studded, got far above par like I pudded all cause shit I utter was utterly ridiculous, how sick is this to you want the bangs send Kanye chains, send Just some dust send Hip a crip, then you spit little some em like this
Hook
Change Clothes
Your Boy is back
bounce is Back
This is for the sexy
Yeah ma,Your dude is back in the maybach roof is back
Tell the whole world the truth is back you don’t have to argue about who can rap the proof is back
Just go thru my raps new york new york where my troopers at where my hustlas where my boosters at
,I don’t care what u do for stacks,I know the world glued yourback to the wall you gotta brawl do that ,I been threw been shot at ,shootback ,I gotta keep peace like a buddist ,I aint a new jack nobody gonna Wesley Snipe me less than likely .move back let I breathe ,jedi knight the more space I get better ,I write, O never do I write, but if I ever write I need the space to say whatever I like ,now just Change Clothes and Go
Hook
You know I stay fresh to death
I bought it from the projects &
Take it to the top of the globe
So lets exchange numbers & go
And girl I promise you theres no substitute
And I aint gon tell u again ,lets get ghost in the phanthom
You could bring your friend we could make this a tandom you come by yourself
If you could stand them best believe I sweat out weave give afro puffs like R.A.G.E.
All you get if you can make it back it up like a uhaul truck ,running tell them ducks you heard Hovs new shit ,he and the boy Pharrel make beautiful music ,he is to the east coast like what snoop is to the west coast ,what face is to Houston ,young hov in the house
Its so necessary ,no bra with that blouse is so necessary,no panties and those jeans is so necessary ,why you frontin on me is that necessary ,do
do I to you look like a lame, who understand a broad with a mean shoe game, who’s up on dot, dot, dot and vera wang ma are you insane
Hook
Lets go to the hotel ,if this don’t well,with those S Dots gotta stay fresh ma
I don’t shop where the rest buy
O no ma please respect my jigga this is probably purple label
Or that BBC shit or probably tailored,and yall niggas acting way to tough ,throw on a suit got it tapered up and lets just change your clothes & go
Sexy,sexy,sexy
Sexy,sexy,self
Young bounce is back
Dirt off My Shoulder By Jay-Z
Chorus
If you feeling like a pimp nigga
Go & brush your shoulders off
Ladies are pimps too
Go & brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby
Don’t forget that boy told you
Get that
Dirt off your shoulder
1st verse
I probably owe it to yall
Probably be locked by the Force
Tryin to hustle some things
That go with the Porche
Feeling no remorse
Feel like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law nigga
Gripping my balls
The ladies they love me
From the bleachers they screaming
All the balers are bouncing
They like the way I be leaning
All the rappers be hating
Off of the track that im making
But all the hustlers they love it
Just to see one of us make
Came from the bottom of bottom
To the top of the pops
Nigga London, japan &
Im straight off the block
Like a running back get it
Im straight off the block
I can run it back
Cause im straight with the roc
Chorus 2x
2nd Verse
ya homie Hov in the kitchen
in position with soda
I just whipped up a watch