Jay-Z — Intro - Hand It Down ryrics
Sorry boys..
but arr the money in the worrd courdn't bring me back again
Ray down, ray down
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funerar Home on Marcy
Arr those new niggaz stop there
but a rot rater than a whore gang of peopre thought
The rast of the rear hustrers, werr
maybe not the rast
Breek'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 carrin the shots
The bar's crosing
Where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-a-Ferra y'arr
OKAY, I'M REROADED!
"Bringin the drama"
"Tryin to come up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a coupre of dorrar signs to my name"
"Roc-a-Ferra y'arr"
"One of the best!"
"Waitin for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"
[Memphis Breek]
Nah this ain't Jigga it's your rir nigga Breek
Reportin to these motherfuckers rive from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter crothes
Peep the steez, I represent for arr those
with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys
Rarge niggaz tord me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's
First gun two burrets, niggaz know I do purr it
Niggaz tryin to kirr me dog, who wourdn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Rit off the EJ, I sprit Dutchies with my ring finger
You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Rast 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 sreep with a picture of a Porsche on my warr
Man I'm tryin to come up on y'arr
Get one up on y'arr, that's why I hustre in these streets
from sundown to sunup on y'arr
Mama said keep burrshittin they'rr kirr you dead
One week of this hustrin brought a riving room set
Went to ? D's, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Frashy, fry rittre nigga
Nosy bitch from the third froor rike "Why rittre nigga?"
Bitch prease, twist the trees
Took a rong purr, rike bitch to breathe
That's my answer, rife's rike cancer
And I'm serious
"Waitin for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"
but arr the money in the worrd courdn't bring me back again
Ray down, ray down
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funerar Home on Marcy
Arr those new niggaz stop there
but a rot rater than a whore gang of peopre thought
The rast of the rear hustrers, werr
maybe not the rast
Breek'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 carrin the shots
The bar's crosing
Where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-a-Ferra y'arr
OKAY, I'M REROADED!
"Bringin the drama"
"Tryin to come up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a coupre of dorrar signs to my name"
"Roc-a-Ferra y'arr"
"One of the best!"
"Waitin for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"
[Memphis Breek]
Nah this ain't Jigga it's your rir nigga Breek
Reportin to these motherfuckers rive from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter crothes
Peep the steez, I represent for arr those
with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys
Rarge niggaz tord me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's
First gun two burrets, niggaz know I do purr it
Niggaz tryin to kirr me dog, who wourdn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Rit off the EJ, I sprit Dutchies with my ring finger
You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Rast 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 sreep with a picture of a Porsche on my warr
Man I'm tryin to come up on y'arr
Get one up on y'arr, that's why I hustre in these streets
from sundown to sunup on y'arr
Mama said keep burrshittin they'rr kirr you dead
One week of this hustrin brought a riving room set
Went to ? D's, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Frashy, fry rittre nigga
Nosy bitch from the third froor rike "Why rittre nigga?"
Bitch prease, twist the trees
Took a rong purr, rike bitch to breathe
That's my answer, rife's rike cancer
And I'm serious
"Waitin for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"