Changing Faces, Jay Z, R Kelly Uh yeah Jigga uhu Changing Faces How we do Yo All of my rhymes fall all of my days I trade All of my dimes and all of
, Jay We talk shit 'cause we are the shit Never looked back since we started it When y'all want heat, we provide it, ride it 'Til the wheels fall of,
way Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-ray As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall Takin' shots of Louie 'til I fall Nuttin'
ain't tight with your friends, they snake you now your life's boring Prick had a dream about being a star, did a little video, rented a car Holding a cigar thinkin jay-z
Step by step, heart to heart Left right left, we all fall down Step by step, heart to heart, left right left We all fall down like toy soldiers Bit by
of my wits with half this shit that gets in I got a list here's the order of my list that it's in It goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie Andre from
adapt and get TRL votes when 13 year olds control the remote and Ashley's got a brand new nose we gotta put some new em-phasis on our syllables [Jay-Z
the screen, maybe get seen Maybe get chose by a *** from my team Head so good, he don't ask for a prenup Now ask yourself this question, umm Would you be with Jay-Z
with a remix, then make sure that they play me twice I thought you said it's the return of the black kings Luxurious homes, fur coats and fat chains [Chorus] [Jay-Z
So ya my momma made me but hip hop raised me (Classified) My favorite rap album ever Jeeze, let me see Somewhere in between blueprint by Jay-Z Or either
doormat, (*gun shot*) hold that Bitch niggaz talk down, real niggaz tote rounds Move crack through the town, survived up and down Been there done that, can't lose fuck that Fall
rock, her hips Them rockin hips Told her we can take off like rocket ships Straight jacket jeans, you look crazy in 'em The way you rockin that, I thought they was Jay-Z
's, motherfuckers Chorus: Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive It's just reality Verse Two: Jay-Z
[Jay-Z] Picture me ballin' in the drop top, open skies In something foreign, soarin', 145 The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly I want
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha It took A Keys and Jay-Z to get this city poppin' now Rob Base, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talking, Mayweather
rock, her hips Them rockin' hips Told her we can take off like rocket ships Straight jacket jeans, you look crazy in em' The way you rockin' that, I thought they were jay z
Yeah [Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z] I'm what the game made me Not what the fame made me No amount of money can change me I'm what you lames can't be Live nigga