You, Me, Him And Her Lyrics
Jay-Z
- Told y'all, Dynasty, Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?
- Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh
- Memph Bleek, Amil-lion, Sigel Sigel ya heard?
- It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe?
- Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar
- Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater
- Roll with the R O C-A-Fella
- Remember me? The teachers used to fail us
- Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers, fo'-wheelers, we gorillas
- Oh, please feel us, we heat holders
- Fightin'? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us
- The plot thickens, the block clickin'
- We got the game tied up, stop trippin'
- Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
- Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh
- Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan
- The fire I spit burn down Happyland
- Social Club, we unapproachable thugs, non-social, gone postal
- Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
- Like a Don's supposed to, Shawn
- I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals
- Don't make me take it to the old school
- I put holes through your hoes too
- Through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you, fuck it
- Fuck it, Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
- Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek
- Y'all dudes don't, get it, come wid' it
- Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
- It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them
- Got the mamis sayin' look, who can stop be them?
- You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
- I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga, no obituary, I get it critical
- You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin' you
- When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
- When it's hot, I'm blastin', it's the Roc, you bastards
- Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah
- Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon
- Spit acid, c'mon
- Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
- Niggaz wanna front and get jumped
- Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
- Nigga, we are, the supreme squad
- You can dream hard but reality is
- We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
- Puff the green raw, we as real as it get, we the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
- Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
- Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh?
- Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap
- R dot O dot C dot stop
- From tower to mind pop, I move out stop
- Shower your mind block, move out with glocks
- Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
- Take it to the bucks who be grindin' it up
- Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
- Competition, linin' 'em up
- Forty-five A C P, let me squeeze lime 'em up
- You want, drama what? Well silence it up
- Since a young buck, violent as fuck
- Wettin' me dog, the high will do it, I used to wild off embalmin' fluid
- I sent niggaz to the trauma unit, forty-five or the nine'll do it
- I fuck around and have your moms go through it, I'm a beast
- Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
- When they motherfuckin' peeps hit
- But I don't cease nothin', I decease som'un
- I fuck around and have you sleepin' underneath som'un
- Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y'all
- Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right
- Yo, A to the M-I, feminist
- Holdin' the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
- Am I, gon' run or stay, can I
- Get away no you can't can't I surrendi?
- And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot
- In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di
- Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all
- Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh
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