Intro - Hand It Down feat Memphis Bleek Lyrics by Jay-Z

Intro - Hand It Down feat Memphis Bleek Lyrics

    Sorry boys..
    but all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again
    Lay down, lay down
    Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
    All those new niggaz stop there
    but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
    The last of the real hustlers, well
    maybe not the last
    Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
    New, IMPROVED Jay-Z
    I quit
    I'm retirin
    Ain't enough money in THIS game, to keep me around
    Sorry Big, I tried
    Honest
    Can't go with me on this ride though
    I'm callin the shots
    The bar's closing
    Where we going to for breakfast?
    Roc-a-Fella y'all
    OKAY, I'M RELOADED!

    "Bringin the drama"
    "Tryin to come up in the game"
    "Marcy"
    "Had a couple of dollar signs to my name"
    "Roc-a-Fella y'all"
    "One of the best!"
    "Waitin for my day to come"
    "Just give me the word"

    [Memphis Bleek]
    Nah this ain't Jigga it's your lil nigga Bleek
    Reportin to these motherfuckers live from the street
    Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
    At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
    Peep the steez, I represent for all those
    with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys
    Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys
    Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's
    First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it
    Niggaz tryin to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
    Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
    Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger
    You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
    Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
    Shit is constant, that's why I pack the
    Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it?
    I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
    Man I'm tryin to come up on y'all
    Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets
    from sundown to sunup on y'all
    Mama said keep bullshittin they'll kill you dead
    One week of this hustlin brought a living room set
    Went to ? D's, niggaz mad, veins out
    Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
    Flashy, fly little nigga
    Nosy bitch from the third floor like "Why little nigga?"
    Bitch please, twist the trees
    Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
    That's my answer, life's like cancer
    And I'm serious

    "Waitin for my day to come"
    "Just give me the word"

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