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  • Jay-Z
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  • [Memphis]
    Yeah, check it
    Yo yeah I smoke weed now I don't give a fuck
    And I also tote guns in case my dram pop up
    It's crew love I spit two at every few thugs
    Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
    I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
    Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
    The next week two O's gone
    Nigga don't prolong
    Play the studio and get my flow on
    And sell weight on a later base
    My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the place
    And walk straight up on you fuckin crooked niggaz
    Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie niggaz
    I drink Henny mixed wit nothing
    My weed and the dutch is somethin
    What you niggaz sayin nuttin
    It's Bleek, controllin these streets holdin the heat
    Reportin for my live niggaz just like me WHAT

    [Jay-Z]
    Haha this is Roc-A-Fella for life
    This is Roc-A-Fella for life

    [Chorus]
    You know it's crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
    As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
    We could stack dough sky-high
    Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
    Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
    As long as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
    We could stack dough sky-high
    Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real

    [Beanie Siegel]
    Yo, I set up shop wit nick rocks that'll upset rookies
    Make 'em slide like li'l dicks in wet pussy
    Open up the whole strip, like Monopoly
    Dare one of ya'll to land on my property
    Think you get some dough for my community chest?
    Blaow blaow two to yo chest
    Ya'll niggaz can't pass go cuz it cost to pass
    Ya'll niggaz cheap like Baltic Ave.
    Type ta land on jail can't pay your bail
    Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga what you think
    I'm the wrong one to lie to
    Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply YOU
    And ya'll a bunch talk money
    I'm tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin boardwalk money
    Two-brick money new blue six money
    Paroo trip money flew in six money
    Taj Mahal trips orange chips money
    Long dick money all in yo bitch money
    Flow like the flu and spit sick money
    Peep hotty's Roc-A-Fella wools route
    All black mask down wit they tools out
    Beanie mack I'll move out
    I had niggaz runnin from school pickin new routes
    Then I'll run and lick a shot make 'em move south
    Switch up they last name get a new spouse
    Scrambled up some down-payment for a new house
    No matter where you go Mack gone find ya
    I'm like a shadow nigga I'm right behind ya
    I'll blow out ya brains and won't give ya no reminder

    [Chorus]

    [Memphis]
    Me and my road dog
    Been OG's for so long
    Spit raw rolled up niggaz can smoke on
    Shit I let 'em have it you faggots ain't know my status
    Fuckin with my mathematics you make us savage
    Five nine one six O, light brown
    M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it down

    [Jay-Z]
    Its crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
    As long as you and I keep it movin, nigga

    [Beanie]
    Aiyyo I pray to the God MC to bless me
    Wit a ill ass flow and sick ass dough
    Where it don't make no sense that hundreds and cents and
    Thousands of dollars ice freezes my collar
    Where I need a turtle-neck to rock my check
    And a pair of isotoners to rock my rings
    Get the signin bonus know mack toppin them thangs
    Flip twice rip that crew then I'm droppin my thang

    [Jay-Z]
    Nigga it's crew love

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