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    Jay-Z

    More Money, More Cash, More Hoes

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    Jay-Z Talking:
    Turn the lights even lower!
    Hovah
    Memphis Bleek
    Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
    Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
    DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
    Verse One, Jay-Z:
    To the top wit my niggas
    Pop wit my niggas
    Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
    Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
    Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh)
    Chill wit the crew (uh huh)
    Real wit the crew
    4 million sold, look- still wit the crew
    Break bread wit the fam
    Till I'm dead wit the fam
    Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam
    Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)
    Ride for my hustlas
    Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas
    Roll wit my duns (uh huh)
    Cold wit the guns (uh huh)
    If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come
    I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes
    That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes
    I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
    More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!
    Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x's
    More money, more cash, more hoes (what)
    More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)
    More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)
    More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)
    Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:
    Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
    No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat
    Y'all can't do nothing with this here
    For one, I pack three 9s like the year
    Y'all funny money hustlas
    7 gram hustlas
    Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas
    I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4
    While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
    Petty crime niggas
    Petty time niggas
    Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs
    Now you got game in you
    Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
    I'll put them thangs in you
    I'm a hot lil' nigga
    I ain't gotta tell niggas
    You came too deep, one fell niggas
    I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck
    Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
    Chorus 2x's
    Verse Three, Beanie Seigel:
    Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
    North west south west south side
    Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly
    B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
    Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week
    Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
    The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
    I gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek
    Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
    6 hammers even though we only 3 deep
    We clap up niggas
    Smack up niggas
    Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas
    Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas
    Get treated like Coke and get capped up niggas
    The only thing funny
    Is y'all never seen big face money
    Till them big face 20s
    Chorus 2x's
    Jay-Z Talking:
    Roc-a-fella shit
    1999 (uh huh)
    You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no other
    Get down or lay down Ya heard!
    No publishin' for niggas
    I know y'all niggas wonderin, like:
    When them niggas gone stop? (come on)
    We got a date for you-
    February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)
    I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too
    Just go head and do it!
    Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists!
    Just do it!
    The world'll be a better place (haha)
    Roc-a-fella
    Beanie Seigel
    Memphis Bleek
    Hovah Hovah
    Ya heard me!
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