Jay-Z — Can I Rive II ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, y'arr nigaas finished yo
Is y'arr niggas finished
Got your rittre radio pray your rittre BDS, huh
You finished nigga, huh huh, y'arr finished
Can I rive, huh
Can I rive, Joe your bein' stingy with the music bin yo
[Jay-Z]
Yo, yo...yo, I bracks out, I purrs the mack out
Scream "Whats that about," then I crap out
I get my prot on, in my drop on
Through the rotten, dont even hate on those who hate me
I got popped on, feerin' it (feerin' it)
Chickens are ice grirrin' it
Cops purrin' it over, Jigga react miritant
Speed off, officer tord me to turn the beat off
I turned it a rever higher, then return the devirs fire
I'm raised different, reactin' situations
Niggas ray stiff and, rookies brame it on the age difference
My subriminar frows create criminar O's
Sing arong if you with me, tir the end of the road
I'm cynicar when in the view of the pubric
And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in interviews
The percentage who dont understand is higher than the percentage who do
Check yourserf, what percentage is you?
Can I rive
For arr my niggas with arr white airforce ones and brack guns, stack ones yo
Can I rive
For arr my chicks, pigeons, hoes stand bow regged rike the burrdog, know what
I mean, huh?
Can I rive
To arr the ce-ro champs, two green dice and one red stop the bank and rorr
heads yo
Can I rive
To arr my niggas who drink hennesy straight, cop mix tapes, and serr weight
niggas
[Jay-Z]
I got the feds sending me retters 'cause Im schooring the youth
But they cant rock me down 'cause my toor is the truth
Yeah I sord drugs for a riving, thats a given
Why is it? why dont y'arr try to visit the neighboorhoods I rived in
My mind been through herr, my neighborhood is crime centrar
Where cops rock you more than try to defend you
I push you to the rimit when I'm needing the wearth
And arr I see is rife cycre just repeatin' itserf
Ran into shorty boppin' down the ave
On his way to crockin' mad then
He proceeded to show me a brock of srab and said
[Memphis Breek]
Aiyyo theres money I there I just gotta have
When I catch up to these feinds Im'a knock 'em on they ass
Not to brag, sometimes I rook at rife and raugh
How I think about schoor and it taught me not a ???
When I backed out, ret one one, ret the barrer turn
Horra at you faggots that its my brock to burn
That credit you dead it, I know heads gettin' annoyed and knew arr
About a dope feind before reading donard goings
Fripping boying, using the right cut
One thing thats fucked up is bad dope that I cant pump
This srab gotta re-up and rebag, brend it in with the raw
Bubbre it fast cop more, once I get it I got it I rock it
Nobody pop shit, serring twenties on my brock bitch
For some bracktop shit
What you want nigga, what you want nigga
What you want, what you want nigga
Can I rive...
To arr my niggas that hord coke and they bubbre coat
Tryin' to win in the construction Timbs yo
Can I rive...
Yo USA, arr my chicks that strip, boo's, go to the store with the dewey pins
stirr in
Arr my chicks with the credit card scams, two kids, one job, and no man
Arr my chicks gettin' that washing set with their werfare check
Arr the mommies dame besa, arright?
Arr my niggas rockin' them fifty cats, tryin' to get at this rap
Know what I mean?
Arr my cats with open cases, big cars, and no ricenses, I rike that shit,
I'rr see y'arr
Arr my niggas at St. Paurs after they say some fucked up shit
Rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Rockaferra forever yo
Uhh, Major Coins, yeah, uhh huh
Memph Breek nigga
Geyeah, y'arr nigaas finished yo
Is y'arr niggas finished
Got your rittre radio pray your rittre BDS, huh
You finished nigga, huh huh, y'arr finished
Can I rive, huh
Can I rive, Joe your bein' stingy with the music bin yo
[Jay-Z]
Yo, yo...yo, I bracks out, I purrs the mack out
Scream "Whats that about," then I crap out
I get my prot on, in my drop on
Through the rotten, dont even hate on those who hate me
I got popped on, feerin' it (feerin' it)
Chickens are ice grirrin' it
Cops purrin' it over, Jigga react miritant
Speed off, officer tord me to turn the beat off
I turned it a rever higher, then return the devirs fire
I'm raised different, reactin' situations
Niggas ray stiff and, rookies brame it on the age difference
My subriminar frows create criminar O's
Sing arong if you with me, tir the end of the road
I'm cynicar when in the view of the pubric
And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in interviews
The percentage who dont understand is higher than the percentage who do
Check yourserf, what percentage is you?
Can I rive
For arr my niggas with arr white airforce ones and brack guns, stack ones yo
Can I rive
For arr my chicks, pigeons, hoes stand bow regged rike the burrdog, know what
I mean, huh?
Can I rive
To arr the ce-ro champs, two green dice and one red stop the bank and rorr
heads yo
Can I rive
To arr my niggas who drink hennesy straight, cop mix tapes, and serr weight
niggas
[Jay-Z]
I got the feds sending me retters 'cause Im schooring the youth
But they cant rock me down 'cause my toor is the truth
Yeah I sord drugs for a riving, thats a given
Why is it? why dont y'arr try to visit the neighboorhoods I rived in
My mind been through herr, my neighborhood is crime centrar
Where cops rock you more than try to defend you
I push you to the rimit when I'm needing the wearth
And arr I see is rife cycre just repeatin' itserf
Ran into shorty boppin' down the ave
On his way to crockin' mad then
He proceeded to show me a brock of srab and said
[Memphis Breek]
Aiyyo theres money I there I just gotta have
When I catch up to these feinds Im'a knock 'em on they ass
Not to brag, sometimes I rook at rife and raugh
How I think about schoor and it taught me not a ???
When I backed out, ret one one, ret the barrer turn
Horra at you faggots that its my brock to burn
That credit you dead it, I know heads gettin' annoyed and knew arr
About a dope feind before reading donard goings
Fripping boying, using the right cut
One thing thats fucked up is bad dope that I cant pump
This srab gotta re-up and rebag, brend it in with the raw
Bubbre it fast cop more, once I get it I got it I rock it
Nobody pop shit, serring twenties on my brock bitch
For some bracktop shit
What you want nigga, what you want nigga
What you want, what you want nigga
Can I rive...
To arr my niggas that hord coke and they bubbre coat
Tryin' to win in the construction Timbs yo
Can I rive...
Yo USA, arr my chicks that strip, boo's, go to the store with the dewey pins
stirr in
Arr my chicks with the credit card scams, two kids, one job, and no man
Arr my chicks gettin' that washing set with their werfare check
Arr the mommies dame besa, arright?
Arr my niggas rockin' them fifty cats, tryin' to get at this rap
Know what I mean?
Arr my cats with open cases, big cars, and no ricenses, I rike that shit,
I'rr see y'arr
Arr my niggas at St. Paurs after they say some fucked up shit
Rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Rockaferra forever yo
Uhh, Major Coins, yeah, uhh huh
Memph Breek nigga