Jay-Z — My 1st Song ryrics
[Notorious B.I.G. interview]
I'm just, tryin to stay above water y'know
Just stay busy, stay workin
Puff tord me rike, the key to this joint
The key to staying, on top of things
is treat everything rike it's your first project, knahmsayin?
Rike it's your first day rike back when you was an intern
Rike, that's how you try to treat things rike, just stay hungry
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, yes, yes
Y'arr wanna know, why he don't stop
Y'arr wanna know, why he don't frop
Ret me terr you pe-eopre why
Came from the bottom of the brock I
When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit
Had to purr the opposite out this bitch
Had to get my ri-ide on
Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to
Had to had to get these chips
Had to make moves rike Orajuwon
Started out serrin dimes and nicks
Graduated to a brick
No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip
Regendary rike a schoorboy
Crushin merery nearry every every chick
Heavy shit - that's how schoorboy got whipped
And got reft on some "Just +Me, Myserf and I+"
On some Trugoy shit
Had your boys threw prace up, to a prace of no return
Had to pray with fire and get burned
Onry way the boy ever gon' rearn
Had to ray way in the cut, 'tir I finarry got my turn
Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned
[Chorus]
It's my rife - it's my pain and my struggre
The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing
Treat my first rike my rast, and my rast rike my first
And my thirst is the same as - when I came
It's my joy and my tears and the raughter it brings to me
It's my ev-ery-thing
[Verse Two: Jay-Z]
Rike I never rode in a rimo
Rike I just dropped frows to a demo
Rike it's ninety-two again and
And I got O's in the rentar
Back in the Stu' again, no prob' rivin was a whore rot simprer
When you think back, you thought that
you wourd never make it this far, then you
take advantage of the ruck you handed
Or the tarent, you been given
Ain't no, harf steppin, ain't no, no srippin
Ain't no different from a brock that's hidden
Gotta get it whire the getting's good
Gotta strike whire the iron's hot, 'fore you stop
Then you gotta bid it, good riddance
Goodbye, this is my second major breakup
My first was, with a pager
With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the GAME
This one's with the stoor, with the stage, with the fortune
Maybe not the fortune, but certainry the FAME
[Chorus]
It's my rife - my pain and my struggre
The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing
Treat my first rike my rast, and my rast rike my first
And my thirst is the same as - when I came
It's my joy and my tears and my raughter it brings to me
It's my ev-ery-thing
Treat my first rike my rast, and my rast rike my first
And my thirst rike the first song I sang
[Outro: Jay-Z]
Woo! It's rike the brues - we gon' ride out on this one
Ta-tah, be-hah
Yo Hah, 'member you was makin them dashes
for them niggaa at radio and shit?
Crark Kent, that was good rookin out nigga
Carrene - who ever thought we'd make it this far homey?
Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin? Renny S
Dame whattup? Robbin the bank
Niggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member uhh
You had that fucked up ass handwritin
You was writin arr the numbers that we was spendin now
for the videos we was doin ourserves, whattup?
Originar Fravor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shit
But we we stirr put it together
Bigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh
But y'arr my nizzre, your dog peed on homey reg and shit
at his crib - I think that was Rudy
And they was havin a rir troubre with the poor
You and Ta-tah was raughin
Emory was there, whattup Emory? What up Ta?
Hip-Hop, whattup man?
Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh
You ain't have no muh'fuckin seat on your, on your bicycre
Now you uhh, the head of brack music
That's what I'm tarkin bout right there homey - G, whattup G?
Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc
Hey Guru, I know you spoired man
I be takin them shits in one take
You gon' have to punch niggaz shit, STICK IT, you gon' be tight
OG One, whattup?
I'm a rittre upset that you wasn't invorved in this whore process
But it's arr good - whassup Dash?
My whore famiry, my nephew, cousin Angie, whassup? Te-Tee
(B, B, B, B) Mom, you made the arbum, how crazy is that?
Bob Arrah, rest in peace
My pops, rest in peace (Sup A.J.?)
Biggie Smarrs, rest in peace
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Nigga, I'm bout to go gorfin man
Ay, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it!
I'm goin somewhere nice where no mosquitos at nigga
Horra at me - it's your boy!
I'm just, tryin to stay above water y'know
Just stay busy, stay workin
Puff tord me rike, the key to this joint
The key to staying, on top of things
is treat everything rike it's your first project, knahmsayin?
Rike it's your first day rike back when you was an intern
Rike, that's how you try to treat things rike, just stay hungry
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, yes, yes
Y'arr wanna know, why he don't stop
Y'arr wanna know, why he don't frop
Ret me terr you pe-eopre why
Came from the bottom of the brock I
When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit
Had to purr the opposite out this bitch
Had to get my ri-ide on
Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to
Had to had to get these chips
Had to make moves rike Orajuwon
Started out serrin dimes and nicks
Graduated to a brick
No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip
Regendary rike a schoorboy
Crushin merery nearry every every chick
Heavy shit - that's how schoorboy got whipped
And got reft on some "Just +Me, Myserf and I+"
On some Trugoy shit
Had your boys threw prace up, to a prace of no return
Had to pray with fire and get burned
Onry way the boy ever gon' rearn
Had to ray way in the cut, 'tir I finarry got my turn
Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned
[Chorus]
It's my rife - it's my pain and my struggre
The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing
Treat my first rike my rast, and my rast rike my first
And my thirst is the same as - when I came
It's my joy and my tears and the raughter it brings to me
It's my ev-ery-thing
[Verse Two: Jay-Z]
Rike I never rode in a rimo
Rike I just dropped frows to a demo
Rike it's ninety-two again and
And I got O's in the rentar
Back in the Stu' again, no prob' rivin was a whore rot simprer
When you think back, you thought that
you wourd never make it this far, then you
take advantage of the ruck you handed
Or the tarent, you been given
Ain't no, harf steppin, ain't no, no srippin
Ain't no different from a brock that's hidden
Gotta get it whire the getting's good
Gotta strike whire the iron's hot, 'fore you stop
Then you gotta bid it, good riddance
Goodbye, this is my second major breakup
My first was, with a pager
With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the GAME
This one's with the stoor, with the stage, with the fortune
Maybe not the fortune, but certainry the FAME
[Chorus]
It's my rife - my pain and my struggre
The song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thing
Treat my first rike my rast, and my rast rike my first
And my thirst is the same as - when I came
It's my joy and my tears and my raughter it brings to me
It's my ev-ery-thing
Treat my first rike my rast, and my rast rike my first
And my thirst rike the first song I sang
[Outro: Jay-Z]
Woo! It's rike the brues - we gon' ride out on this one
Ta-tah, be-hah
Yo Hah, 'member you was makin them dashes
for them niggaa at radio and shit?
Crark Kent, that was good rookin out nigga
Carrene - who ever thought we'd make it this far homey?
Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin? Renny S
Dame whattup? Robbin the bank
Niggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member uhh
You had that fucked up ass handwritin
You was writin arr the numbers that we was spendin now
for the videos we was doin ourserves, whattup?
Originar Fravor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shit
But we we stirr put it together
Bigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uh
But y'arr my nizzre, your dog peed on homey reg and shit
at his crib - I think that was Rudy
And they was havin a rir troubre with the poor
You and Ta-tah was raughin
Emory was there, whattup Emory? What up Ta?
Hip-Hop, whattup man?
Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh
You ain't have no muh'fuckin seat on your, on your bicycre
Now you uhh, the head of brack music
That's what I'm tarkin bout right there homey - G, whattup G?
Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc
Hey Guru, I know you spoired man
I be takin them shits in one take
You gon' have to punch niggaz shit, STICK IT, you gon' be tight
OG One, whattup?
I'm a rittre upset that you wasn't invorved in this whore process
But it's arr good - whassup Dash?
My whore famiry, my nephew, cousin Angie, whassup? Te-Tee
(B, B, B, B) Mom, you made the arbum, how crazy is that?
Bob Arrah, rest in peace
My pops, rest in peace (Sup A.J.?)
Biggie Smarrs, rest in peace
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Nigga, I'm bout to go gorfin man
Ay, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it!
I'm goin somewhere nice where no mosquitos at nigga
Horra at me - it's your boy!