JAY-Z LYRICS

“Lost One” - Jay-Z (feat. Marsha)
album: “Kingdom Come” (2006)

Uh, uh, uh, uh
It’s not a this song, it’s just a real song
Feel me?

I heard motherfuckers saying they made Hov
Made Hov say, “OK so, make another Hov”
Niggaz wasn’t playing they day role
So we parted ways like Ben and J-Lo
I shoulda been did it but I been in a daze though
I put friends over business end of the day though
But when friends, business interests as they go
Ain’t nothing left to say though
I guess we forgot what we came fo’
Shoulda stayed in food and beverage
Too much flossing
Too much Sam Rothstein
I ain’t a bitch but I gotta divorce them
Hov have to get the shallow shit up off him
And I ain’t even want to be famous
Niggaz is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes
And I ain’t even know how it came to this
Except that fame is
The worst drug known to man
It’s stronger than, heroin
When you could look in the mirror like, “There I am”
And still not see, what you’ve become
I know I’m guilty of it too but, not like them
You lost one

[Chorus w/ Marsha (Jay-Z)]
Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some (You lost one)
Sorry I’m a champion, sorry I’m a champion
You lost one

I don’t think it’s meant to be, be
But she loves her work more than she does me
And honestly, at twenty-three
I would probably love my work more than I did she
So B, ain’t we
It’s me, and her
‘Cause what she prefers over me, is work
And that’s, where we, differ
So I have to give her
Free, time, even if it hurts
So breathe, mami, it’s deserved
You’ve been put on this earth to be
All you can be, like the reserves
And me? My time in the army, it’s served
So I have to allow she, her, time to serve
The time’s now for her
In time she’ll mature
And maybe we, can be, we, again like we were
Finally, my time’s too short to share
And to ask her now, it ain’t fair
So yeah, she lost one

Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some (Oh yeah, she lost one)
Sorry I’m a champion, sorry I’m a champion
You lost one

My nephew died in the car I bought
So I’m under the belief it’s partly my fault
Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought
Place any burden on me, but please, not that lord
Time don’t go back, it go forward
Can’t run from the pain, go towards it
Some things can’t be explained, what caused it?
Such a beautiful soul, so pure, shit
Gonna see you again, I’m sure of it
’til that time, little man I’m nauseous
Your girlfriend’s pregnant, the lord’s gift
Almost lost my faith, that restored it
It’s like having your life restarted
Can’t wait for your child’s life, to be a part of it
So now I’m child-like, waiting for a gift
To return, when I lost you, I lost it

Lose one, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some (Colleek, I lost one)
Sorry I’m a champion, Colleek, you’re a champion
You lost one

JAY-Z LYRICS

“Kingdom Come” - Jay-Z
album: “Kingdom Come” (2006)

[Intro (Sample courtesy of “Superfreak” by Rick James)]
I don’t know what life will be in H.I.P. H.O.P.
Without the boy H.O.V. (I will be, I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I’m hip hop’s savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, I’m ready (I will be)
When kingdom come (Yeah, yeah) I’m ready
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Now everywhere I go they like HOV you back
Up out the corner office out the coldasack
Where’s Iceberg Slim he was the coldest cat
Get your swag back daddy where your focus at
Got to admit a little bit I was sick of rap
But despite that the boy is back
And I’m so evolved I’m so involved
I’m showing growth, I’m so in charge
I’m C.E.O. and yeah going god
I’m so indebted, I should have been deaded
Sellin blow in the park, this I know in my heart
Now I’m so enlightened I might glow in the dark
I been up in the office you might know him as Clark
But, just when you thought the whole world fell apart
I - take off the blazer losen up the tie
Step inside the booth Superman is alive

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sample courtesy of “Superfreak” by Rick James)]
(I will be) The King Of New York (I will be) New York
Not only N.Y.C. I’m hip hop’s savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, uh huh (I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I’m hip hop’s savior (Yeah, yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!)

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
I hear “hurry up Hov” when I’m out in the public
Cause niggas like it, you love it; We be it, you’re of it
You breathe it, we need it; bring it back to the hustlas
Had to dust off the Hammer, dance - can’t touch this
C’mon playboys, bring the cars back out
Cause ya boy Hov is back, you know them broads comin out
Got ‘em dancing on the bankhead, like they from Bankhead
Fuck Cristal, so they ask me what we drinking
I thought dudes remark was rude okay
So I moved on to Dom Cuvee Rose
And it’s much bigger issues in the world, I know
But I first had to take care of the world I know
I’m from the bottom, so I still feel em from the bottom
Underdog before my cape, still couldn’t stop him
Flash Gordon when recording, spark the light in the dark
Peter Park, Spiderman, all I do is climb the charts

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sample courtesy of “Superfreak” by Rick James)]
(I will be) The King Of New York (I will be) New York
Not only N.Y.C. I’m hip hop’s savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, uh huh (I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I’m hip hop’s savior (Yeah, yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!)

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Just when they thought it was all over
I put the whole world on my back and broad shoulders
The War-Hova, but who you know took over tracks like that
Guess what New York, New York - we back
And I ain’t never been afraid of a drought
Since I was six, seventeen been gettin money down south
Bout it, bout it, Master P
Ask the nigga Pimp C, ask my homey Bun B
I run the streets the streets don’t run we
Y’all run, we chill still waters run deep
I repeat, sing a long with me
I run the streets the streets don’t run we
Ladies sayin where you been Superman?
When niggas spendin ten million in media on my hands
The Bruce Wayne of the game have no fear
When you need me just throw your ROC signs in the air, yeah!

[Chorus: Jay-Z (Sample courtesy of “Superfreak” by Rick James)]
(I will be) The King Of New York (I will be) New York
Not only N.Y.C. I’m hip hop’s savior (Yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor (Yeah)
When kingdom come, you ready? (I will be)
When kingdom come, uh huh (I will be)
Not only N.Y.C. I’m hip hop’s savior (Yeah, yeah)
So after this flow you might owe me a favor
(Hey! Hey! Hey Hey Hey!!!)

JAY-Z LYRICS

“Oh My God” - Jay-Z
album: “Kingdom Come” (2006)

[Verse One]

Pops sped off
Left Mom with a bundle of
Joy ya boy
Smack dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision
But he would soon become a mogul
But first he brought that crack back like a yo-yo
Don’t play with my yo-yo
Loco ni**as in the hood
First ni**as hating on me
It’s all good
I’m buying things like my sh*t don’t stink
Gucci links and Gucci gooses
Watching too much movies
Bulletproof this
Had some nerve
Like pullin toothes
When you sixteen, comin thru roofless
Yeah ya boy ruthless
Like Ice Cube was
Turn the whole city on
I’m the new plug
So if this is your first time hearing this
You are about to experience someone so cold
A journey seldom seen
The American dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe
They call me HOV

[Chorus]

They coming for me
Wanna see me fall
You know my story
I been thru it all
Nights I felt like dying
But I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me
Made me strong as iron
I am
I am
Oh my God, HOV

[Verse Two]

Now I’m knee-deep in the concrete
Like the streets made of quicksand beyond deep
I got a chemical romance, two left feet
So I dance with the devil, please GOD
Save me for the life of love release me
My life like grand auto theft PSP
I’m in the Volvo puffing on the la la
Running from the po po
Every time I drive by
Say hi to the bad guy
All my momma friends is like hmm hmm hmm
Would you just look at him
Sorry dear momma for your embarrassment
Give me a couple years I pray I never sin
Got all these rival dealers trying to do me in
And all these little rappers don’t know how prepared for them I am
I feel like the world is against me Lord
Call me crazy but I love them odds

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Now these baby ballers toy rappers
Calling out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shooting air balls at the basket
What you call money I paid more in taxes
I got crowned came down in Africa
Down in Nigeria do you have any idea
Sold out shows in Seoul Korea
Jo-berg, Dublin, Tanzania
Lunch with Mandela, dinner with Cavalli
Still got time to give water to everybody
Everybody fall back
Y’all rapping I’m reenacting
CNN you see it’s accurate
ESPN see me in action
Monday nights when the half ends
When your ten years in holla back then

JAY-Z LYRICS

“The Prelude” - Jay-Z
album: “Kingdom Come” (2006)

You know, you’ve got this.. fantasy in your head about
gettin outta the life and, settin the corporate world on its ear
What the FUCK you gonna do except hustle?
Besides pimpin… you really ain’t got the stomach for that

The game’s fucked up
Nigga’s beats is bangin, nigga your hooks did it
Your lyrics did and your gangster look did it
So I would write it if y’all could get it
Bein intricate’ll get you wood, critic
On the internet, they like you should spit it
I’m like you should buy it, nigga that’s good business
Hehe, forget this rap shit I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle
As you see I can’t leave so I do love you
But I’m just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you can’t fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was
What these pills are, I was a real star
Complete with real, cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the video run
And my real life, complete with real, ice
VVS boulders oh they’re visibly set
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck
You see Hova, wasn’t digital yet
Befo’ Steve Jobs, made the iPod
Was gettin head, jobs, we call that intimate
Back when rappers wouldn’t dare play lyrical roulette
With a automatic weapon I was reppin with a tec
(Fresh) like (Mannie) be, chain like anti-freeze
Shoebox full of cash, dealer man hand me ki’s
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don’t take Nancy Drew to see
what it do, I’m a damn G
Just sent a million dollars through a hands free
That’s big money talk, can you answer me?
Before the answer was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick
Sure he’s rich now cause he saw the shit, all this shit
That’s why they call him Hov’, cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights
Bought a 9 for non-stop glock work all the time
Woo! Guess who’s back?
Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, I’ve been set
I’ve been through with this bullshit game but I never quit
I used to think rappin at 38 was ill
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill’
I know I ain’t quite 38 but still
The flow so (Special) got a (38) feel
The real is back, hehehehe

THE GAME LYRICS

“Why You Hate The Game” - The Game
album: “Doctor’s Advocate” (2006)

[Nas]
Y’all know what it is…
The streets named me Illmatic, for that I’m still at it..
Can’t hate us….
Fellas…
[Verse 1]
Vice behind me on the intersection,
Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection,
Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
Who wanna try me, but ain’t high enough to four-five me up,
Child of the eighties, y’all n***as is lazy,
Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby,
And my n***a Game, light another L, pass the bottle,
Pro-black, I don’t take cotton out of aspirin bottles,
Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y’all snitchin’,
Witnessin’ you rockin’(?) with Nas, confirmed my suspicion,
Green fatigues on, My n***as I bleed for ‘em,
I can show ‘em the water, but can’t make ‘em drink it,
And I can show ‘em my fortunes but can’t force ‘em to think rich,
And still I don’t abort ‘em (?) when and if they sink quick,
Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge,
And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live…
[8 Bars… kind of]
[The Game]
I don’t talk about my guns, n***a I just blaze….
[Verse 2]
‘Pac is watchin’, Big is listenin’,
While Pun talkin’ to us, Jam Jay still spinnin’,
To every n***a listenin’
I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening.
And while you still listenin’, Shyne locked in a man hole,
Cam got shot inside his lambo’, sample, life is a gamble,

‘Rambo’,
Seen Eazy’s legacy melt away like a candle,
I rekindled the flame,
Dre created The Game,
N***a with an attitude from the cloth I came,
Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain.
Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted,
I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it,
Now the ball’s in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it.
Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, N***a
[8 Bars]
[Verse 3]
Me and nasty puffin’, this a classic, trust me,
How you gon’ pass the dutchie (?) to them n***as that don’t love me,
I’m talkin’ n***as that never wanted to see me on top,

not,
I’ll fuck you rap n***as like virgins,
Dre took my training wheels off his curtains.
I don’t need no encore, no claps, no cheers,
The Game ain’t over, this the beginning of my career,
The ending of yours, the endin of his,
Like Flavor Flav’s clock, I’m back to handle my biz,
N*gga, it’s Game Time, that was Dre’s favorite line,
Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines,
And I still think about my n***a from time to time,
Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what’s on my mind,
But I just hold back cuz we ain’t beefin like that,
He aint Big, and I ain’t Pac, and we just eatin off rap.
One love.
[8 Bars]
I’ll do Marsha’s bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless.
I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old though.