• Tag Archives Shawn Carter
  • Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley)

    [Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
    Now greetings to the world
    Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
    Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
    Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
    Too much su, su, su, su, su
    Them chatty, chatty, chatty
    Them su, su, su, su, su
    Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

    [Verse 1: Jay-Z]
    Shawn was on that gospel shit
    I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
    Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
    That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
    Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
    So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
    I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
    Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
    For the final time you don’t believe these fools
    I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
    I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
    Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
    My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
    Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
    Once upon a time in the projects
    Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
    I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
    I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
    Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
    Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
    Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
    We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
    We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
    Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
    Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
    Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
    Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
    I pulled out the pot when we was outta options

    [Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
    Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
    Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
    Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
    Them su, su, su, su, su
    Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
    And them su, su, su, su, su
    Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

    [Verse 2: Jay Z]
    Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
    I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
    Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
    Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
    Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
    Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
    I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
    I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
    I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
    Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
    Laced front to the back, don’t front
    Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want

    [Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
    Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
    Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
    Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
    And them su, su, su, su, su
    Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
    And them su, su, su, su, su
    Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

    [Outro: Damian Marley]
    Can’t you see it’s my ambition
    I come to nice up the whole nation
    What a bam bam yeah, Lord
    And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
    Can’t you see it’s my ambition
    I come to nice up the whole nation
    What a bam bam
    What a bam bam
    I don’t give a God damn
    I don’t give a God damn
    When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
    Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
    This a hunting season
    Mek I tell you hunting season
    Well, I tell ya something season
    Yow this a hunting season
    Cake and dumpling season
    Spinners and dumpling season
    Don’t play by the king
    Love is all I and I bring you know
    Voice of the one pon gully banking
    Top ranking, keep it skanking
    Ooh wee, huh
    Hear me now


  • Chief Keef – Glory Bridge Lyrics

    [Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    All fly shit I used to go to school like this
    Off white kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces
    Orange tiger on my shirt I’m in some gucci shit
    She keep lying on my dick she on some hoochie shit
    We pull up in 20 Raris on some movie shit, yeah
    I will never say I’m sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
    Slide up on her drop her off on my goony hit, yeah
    You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

    [Verse 2: Chief Keef]
    Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
    No I can’t be lacking got my face up, yeah
    Drip more purple than a laker, yeah (esketit)
    Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
    Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
    Checks be on a bitch her name be Anastasia, yeah
    You can get her back, I’m not a saviour, yeah
    Rolling on your ex, Charles Xavier, yeah
    I ain’t got no service call me later, yeah
    Ridin right past all me haters, yeah
    I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
    Feds got us on they papers trynna trace us, yeah
    [?]
    Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
    Bitch you only you and yo friends can’t come
    Motor make a hood hop, ayy J1
    She know I got more sauce than A1
    Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
    Shawn Carter bag, I’m trynna catch one
    She think I’m cute, top me quick, it was a fast one

    [Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
    She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
    She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
    If I don’t pull up in no black, I’ll pull up in all red, yeah
    30,000 on a rollie, my lil’ bitch a brat, yeah
    I’m in my bag now I’m OD, yeah
    I ain’t ever had no OG, yeah
    I give money and they lowkey, yeah
    Hit her once and then I proceed
    And I can’t picture bein broke these days
    She gave me head I told her don’t breath, ayy
    If you love her nigga don’t tease, ayy
    She was covered up in codeine, ayy
    You a aunty you a dope fiend, ayy
    Don’t get too close if you don’t know me ayy
    I chill with shottas chill with proteges ayy
    Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ayy


  • Jay-Z – Hova Song (Outro)

    [Jay-Z]
    Who ever thought young Shawn Carter would change the game?
    Used to rap to the raindrops off my window pane
    Duckin the plain cops, pushin indo and ‘caine
    At the kitchen table late night, no pen, just my brain
    First album niggas love me cause they thought I was poor
    Guess I’m successful; industry don’t love me no more
    Well I’m the same nigga from your corner, bubblin raw
    Skully tilted, pants saggin, damn near touchin the floor
    And I come with doo-rags to your so-called awards
    T-shirt with my chain out like fuck y’all all
    Retrospect ain’t been the same since I lost my dad
    He’s still alive, but still fuck you, don’t cross my path
    A&R’s had me feelin like Moss in the draft
    So I turned the league out with "Reasonable Doubt"
    Get your CD’s out, let’s go, song for song
    I’m the illest nigga doin it til y’all prove me wrong
    Do you believe?
    It’s Hova the God, uhh, uhh, uhh..


  • Wale – Brightseat Road Freestyle (Priorities 5 Album) letras

    [Intro]
    Yeah, turn me up some more
    Uh, yeah, yeah
    Wale, though
    All day, though, uh, uh, yeah

    [Verse 1]
    My mind thinks at a light speed
    Give a fuck if you motherfuckers don’t like me
    I was a young fly nigga in my Supreme
    When all them OGs was wearin’ them white jeans
    A sidekick and a dime piece
    That’s the recipe for everything I would need
    And would you ever think that bust’ from north east
    My luck would go up and the greatest rapper will sign me
    Shawn Carter, the product 5 of a lot of artists
    Seen a Future in a nigga like Desiigner product
    Tryna modify the fuckin’ top 5, home
    Get a lil chicken while the fuckin’ sky fallin’
    Sky fallin’, sky fallin’
    I’m left out of top 5s, it’s cool I write for ’em
    Check the credits, the government got a lotta letters
    And if they never said it, bet they pay twice for it
    GOAT with the POEM
    Been lowkey so they sleep on me, damn
    All I see, a bunch of D riders
    We gots to call out people who don’t be dope for shit
    Never seen dope or nothin’
    They think they special, but I think they bluffin’
    My plane is comin’, my J 11’s
    What Mic could say that Wale so redundant
    You know a concords?
    Aw forget it, they ain’t on board
    I’m still goin’, concord on board
    Michael Jordan, aw screw it
    The mob moves at a lightspeed
    I like brown skin bitches and Nikes
    Hate clown ass niggas
    Long flights and the police, used to pull me over on Brightseat
    Road Road Road Road
    Phantom, Phantom, Phantom, Ghost