Collision Course
- Big Pimpin'/Papercut
- Izzo/In The End
- Jigga What/Faint
- Lying From You/Dirt Of Your Shoulder
- Numb/Encore
- Points Of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer
Big Pimpin'/Papercut
Hahaha, wasting your talent Randy!
Yeah, youre ready?
Its like Im paranoid, lookin over my back
Its like a whirlwind inside of my head
Its like I cant stop what Im hearing within
Its like the face inside is right
Come on!
Why does it look like night today?
Something insides is not right today
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoias all I got left
I dont know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
Its like a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
A face that watches everytime they lie
A face that laughs everytime they fall
(And watches everything)
So you know that when its time to sink or swim
That face inside is hearing me
Right underneath my skin
Its like Im paranoid, lookin over my back
Its like a whirlwind inside of my head
Its like I cant stop what Im hearing within
Its like the face inside is right
You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I dont fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I dont fuckin feed em
First time they fuss Im breezin
Talkin bout, Whats the reasons?
Im a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts
Then its, beep beep and Im pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, Im a break bread
So you can be livin it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin, yall be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
Ill be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin
Hoe get yo ass in
And lets ri-i-i-i-i-ide
check em out now
ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah
And lets ri-i-i-i-i-ide
check em out now
ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah
We doin
big pimpin, we spendin Gs
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.s
We doin
big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B.U.N.B
Yo yo yo
big pimpin, spendin Gs
We doin
big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.s
We doin
big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
Its just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B.U.N.B-B-B
Izzo/In The End
This is fun
Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o the century always timeless HOV!
Thank you for comin out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but youre here with us
We appreciate that uh!
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
Was herbin em in the home of the terrapins
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit cheese I would work wit them
Boy and we got rid of that dirt for them
Wasnt born hustlers I was burpin em
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy
Cant leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped in chrome it aint easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
Therefore he doesnt exist
So poof vamoose son of a bitch
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Thats the anthem getcha damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty yall gotta feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A (Check it out)
Yo, It starts with one thing
I dont know why
It doesnt even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
Its so unreal
I didnt look out below
I watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on and didnt even know
I wasted it all just to watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when
I tried so
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, Help me out
They havin a good old time out there
It starts with
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, Help me out
They havin a good old time out there
It starts with
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
LP, Jay-Z, Help me out
Yeah, yeah, yes its here ladys and gentleman
It starts with
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Jigga What/Faint
Uh, uh, Jigga What?
Uh, uh, Jigga Who?
Uh, uh, Jigga What?
Uh, uh, Jigga Who?
Uh, uh, Jigga What?
You gonna need a vocal here right?
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit numerous
shots with the fo-fo
Faggots runnin to the Po-Pos, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
And hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna fuck for free, like Akinyele
Take this ride til you feel it inside ya belly
If its tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z youre too much for me
I am
A little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I cant help the fact
That everyone can see these scars
I am
What I want you to want what I want you to feel
And its like no matter what I do I cant convince you
To just believe this is real
So I
Let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that Im not
Ill be here cause your all that Ive got
Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like Im blastin a tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggas hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now youre, actin raw but you never had war
Dont know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now shes mad at me, cause your majesty, just happened to be
A pimp what a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friend
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said
Shit theres a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!
I am
A little bit insecure a little unconfident
Cause you dont understand I do what I can
But sometimes I dont make sense
I am
What you never wanna say but Ive never had a doubt
Its like no matter what I do I cant convince you
For once just to hear me out
So I
Let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that Im not
But Ill be here cause youre all that Ive got
I cant feel the way I did before
Dont turn your back on me
I wont be ignored
Time wont heal this damage anymore
Dont turn your back on me
I wont be ignored
Now
Hear me out now
Youre gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now
Hear me out now
Youre gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now
I cant feel the way I did before
Dont turn your back on me
I wont be ignored
I cant feel the way I did before
Dont turn your back on me
I wont be ignored
Time wont heal this damage anymore
Dont turn your back on me
I wont be ignored
I cant feel
Dont turn your back on me
I wont be ignored
Time wont heal
Dont turn your back on me
I wont be ignored
Lying From You/Dirt Of Your Shoulder
I ordered a frappuccino, wheres my fuckin frappuccino!?
When I pretend everything is what I want it to be
I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see
When I pretend, I cant forget about the criminal I am
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but
I cant pretend this is the way itll stay Im just
(Trying to bend the truth)
I cant pretend Im who you want me to be, so Im
(Lying my way from)
If you feeling like a pimp, nigga go on, brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go on, brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby, dont forget that boy told you, get that dirt off your shoulders
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders
I probably owe it to yall
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin to hustle some things
There I go with the porsch
Feeling no remorse
Feeling like my hand was forced
Middle finger to the law
Nigga, gripping my balls
Said, the ladies they love me,
From the bleachers they screaming
All the ballers is bouncing
They like the way I be leanin
All the rappers be hatin
Off the track that Im makin
But all the hustlers, they love it
Just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom of bottom
To the top of the pops
Nigga London, Japan
And Im straight up the block
Like a running back, get it man
Im straight off the block
I could run it back nigga cuz Im straight with the ROC
If you feeling like a pimp, nigga go on, brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go on, brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby, dont forget that boy told you, get that dirt off your shoulders
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders
You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders
Ya homie holdin position
In the kitchen with soda
I just whipped up a watch
Tryin to get me a rover
Tryin to stretch out the coka
Like a wrestler, yes sir
Keep the heckler close
You know them smokersll test ya
But like, 52 cards went out
Im through dealing now
52 bars come out
Now you feel em now
52 cars roll out
Remove ceiling in case
52 broads come out
Now you chillin with a boss bitch
Of course, SC on the sleeve
At the forty-forty club
ESPN on the screen
I paid a grip for the jeans
Plus the slippers is clean
No chrome on the wheels
Im a baller for real
Chill
I remember what they taught to me
Remember condescending talk for who I ought to be
Remember listening to all of that and this again
So I pretended up a person who was fittin in
And now you think this person really is me and Im
(Trying to bend the truth)
The more I push the more Im pulling away cuz Im
Lying my way from you
(No no turning back now)
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
(No no turning back now)
Let me take back my life Id rather be all alone
(No turning back now)
Anywhere on my own cause I can see
(No no turning back now)
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you is me
This isnt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isnt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isnt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
This isnt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would
have you running from me
Like This
You
(No no turning back now)
I wanna be pushed aside so let me go
(No no turning back now)
Let me take back my life Id rather be all alone
(No turning back now)
Anywhere on my own cuz I can see
(No no turning back now)
The very worst part of you
The very worst part of you is me
Biatch!
Numb/Encore
Yeah
Thank you, thank you, thank you, youre far too kind
Wooooo! Ha! Uh! Woo! Ready? Woo! Woo! Woo!
Lets go
Now can I get an encore, do you want more?
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So 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 nigga make some noise
Get em Jay
Who you know fresher than Hov? Riddle me that
The rest of yall know where Im lyrically at
Cant none of yall mirror me back
Yeah hearin me rap is like hearin G rap in his prime
Im, young H.O. raps grateful dead
Back to take over the globe, now break bread
Im in, Boeing jets, Global Express
Out the country but the blueberry still connect
On the low but the yacht got a triple deck
But when you young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep
Grand openin, grand closin
God your man Hov cracked the can open again
Who you gon find doper than him with no pen
just draw off inspiration (-tion)
Soon you gon see you cant replace him (him)
with cheap imitations for these generations
Now can I get an encore, do you want more?
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So for one last time I need yall to roar (roar, roar)
Now what the hell are you waiting for?
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time nigga make some noise
What the hell are you waiting for?
Look what you made me do, look what I made for you
Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you
When you first come in the game, they try to play you
Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you
From Marcy to Madison Square
To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea)
As fate would have it, Jays status appears
to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye
When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5
It aint to play games witchu
Its to aim at you, probably maim you
If I owe you Im blowin you to smithereens
Cocksucker take one for your team
And I need you to remember one thing (one thing)
I came, I saw, I conquered
From record sales, to sold out concerts
So muhfucker if you want this encore
I need you to scream, til your lungs get sore
Im tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Dont know what youre expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Ive become so numb I cant feel you there
Ive become so tired so much more aware
Im becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Ive become so numb
Now can I get an encore, do you want more?
Ive become so numb
So for one last time I need yall to roar
One last time I need yall to roar
Points Of Authority/99 Problems/One Step Closer
If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
Hit me!
Hes got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes who wanna make sure his caskets closed
Rap critics that say hes Money Cash Hoes
Hes from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
Youd be celebratin the minute you was havin doe
So fuck critics you can kiss our whole assholes
You dont like our lyrics you can press fast forward
Beef with radio if we dont play they show
They dont play our hits well we dont give a shit, so
All these mags trying to use our ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for adsfuckers
I dont know what you take us as
Or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has
From rags to ritches, we aint dumb
We got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
Hit me!
99 problems but a bitch aint one
If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
The year is 94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now I aint tryin to see no highway chase with jake
Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case
So I , Pull over to the side of the road
And I heard Son do you know why I m stoppin you for?
Cause I m young and I m black and my hats real low
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I dont know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four
Liscense and regestration and step out of the car
Are you carryin a weapon on you I know alot of you are
I aint steppin out of shit all my papers legit
Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you gon need a warrant for that
Arent you sharp as a tack (Yep!) you some type of lawyer or something?
Or somebody important or somethin?
Nah I aint pass the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you wont illegally search my shit
Well see how smart you are when the canines come
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
Hit me!
99 problems but a bitch aint one
If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
Hit me!
99 problems but a bitch aint one
If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
Hit me!
99 problems but a bitch aint one
If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldnt bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing thats gonna happen is imma get to clappin
He and his boys gon be yappin to the captain
And there I go traped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratchin again
Paparatzis with they cameras snappin them
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause Im African
All because ths fool was harrasin them
Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarin
But aint nothin sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but this bitch aint one
99 problems but a bitch aint one
If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
Hit me
99 problems but a bitch aint one
If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
Hit me
Shut up when Im talking to you
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up when Im talking to you
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Shut up
Im about to break
Everything you say to me
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
Hit me
I need a little room to breathe
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
Hit me
Everything you say to me
I got 99 problems but a bitch aint one
Hit me
I need a little room to breathe
I got 99 problems
And I m about to break
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