Jay-Z - You, Me, Him & Her Lyrics
[jay-z]Told yall... dynasty... roc-a-fella records, you heard me?Unstoppable, niggaz! uhhMemph bleek.. amil-lion.. sigel sigel ya heard?Its a dynasty! who do you believe?Jigga man, mo better, mo cheddarFoes knock the man off your polo sweaterRoll with the r-o-c, a-fellaRemember me? the teachers used to fail usNow its mo scrilla, hoe killersFo-wheelers, we - gorillasOh please feel us - we heat holdersFightin? listen boy, roy jones couldnt still usThe plot thickens, the block clickinWe got the game tied up, stop trippinJigga man huh? sigel sigel yallMemph bleek what? amil-lion, uhhCat be him, el cap-i-tanThe fire I spit burn down happylandSocial club, we unapproachable thugsNon-social, gone postalGreat aim, harm the arm close to your toastLike a dons supposed to, shawnI thought I told you, these aint just vocalsDont make me take it to the old schoolI put holes through your hoes tooThrough your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you***** it; jigga man huh? sigel sigel yallAmil-lion what? memph bleek..[memphis bleek]Yall dudes dont - get it, come widditFifth loaded with slugs thatll rest in your fittedIts m dot e-m, the roc be themGot the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?You wan press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed upI crush your larynx, you talk bout us niggaNo obituary, I get it criticalYou know memphll hit the pall bearer liftin youWhen I ***** the plastic, make em drop the casketWhen its hot, Im blastin, its the roc, you bastardsJigga man what? amil-lion yeahMemph bleek huh? sigel sigel cmonSpit acid, cmonWitcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed inNiggaz wanna front and get jumpedBet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lumpNigga, we are, the supreme squadYou can dream hard but reality isWe push the dream cars, ***** the queen broadsPuff the green raw, we as real as it getWe the r-o-c dot a dot fellas*****es dont talk to us, the hoes they e-mail usNigga, jigga man what? memph bleek huh?Amil-lion yeah, sigel sigel rap[beanie sigel]R (dot) o (dot) c (dot) stopFrom tower to mind pop, I move out stopShower your mind block, move out with glocksRaw to the cook, look, move out them blocksTake it to the bucks who be grindin it upUsually take it to the dubs so they diamond it upCompetition, linin em upForty-five acp, let me squeeze lime em upYou want, drama what? well silence it upSince a young buck, violent as *****Wettin me dog, the high will do it; I used to wild off embalmin fluidI send niggaz to the trauma unitForty-five or the ninell do itI ***** around and have your moms go through it - Im a beast!Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shitWhen they mother*****in peeps hitBut I dont cease nuttin, I decease somunI ***** around and have you sleepin underneath somunJigga man what? sigel sigel yallMemph bleek uh, amil-lion right[amil]Yo, a to the m-i, feministHoldin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmiAm i, gon run or stay, can iGet away no you cant cant I surrendi?And i, lazy bop, mercedes hotIn my way through the tunnel like lady di[jay-z]Jigga man huh? sigel sigel yallMemph bleek what? amil-lion uhh
