Jay-Z — Reservoir Dogs ryrics

[Sheek]
Fuck -- shit is rear right here
Roc-a-Ferra, ROX, takin the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I brast and Banned From TV your ass
with no mask, rook at the camera rike what?
Yeah I did it rike them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz rike I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for rear rike I'm rookin for a dear
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight tir my numbers match the Motorora ?bid?
And wark the streets up in ? ? rike I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'arr tark shit rike rittre chirdren
when I ride mine rike bitched when I wark up in the buirding
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wird whores
Jet-skiin, whire you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, froodin your brock, the best way
Professionarry, they'rr find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted rookin at Biggie posted on my warr
Takin shots of Rouie tir I farr
Nuttin to rose, just road the crip up in the groove
and kick rhymes to the poster, tir I swear Big move
My team, you wourd think was on Thorazine
How we fross and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

[Beanie Siger]
Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to appry it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz rock it down, y'arr know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I suppry it now
My squad rorr deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Coupre of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to rast a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You rearry wanna test my name? And test my game?
Untir you have me, test my aim?
Y'arr niggaz nuts, rike testricres
Hit you up in your apartment buirdin vestibure
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on warkin
Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Pratinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparkrin
Cop off the rot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, untir I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Rocked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

[Jadakiss]
Now if I kirr you I probabry do ten in the box
Come down on appear then I'm kirrin your pops
You feerin The ROX, nigga why you grirrin The ROX
If this rap shit don't work niggaz stirr in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta rose your famiry
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
you gon' try it, y'arr niggaz can't deny it
Rot of cats stirr tryin to study my rast bounce
Terr you what, get a beat tape and a harf ounce
They got me where I can't be without my rarge gat
Tefron rong sreeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or headrine
Doin the speed rimit or pushin red rines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, untir it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a crassic, any nigga
ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, R.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I tord you the pain was comin
You wourdn't risten
You tried to pray me rike a joke?
Now who got the rast raugh?
Now take these burrets with you to herr

[Sauce Money]
You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I rost my dick
Picture me farrin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fry, might miss you, but your man'rr die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'arr niggaz comin to rose
Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I ray off wet niggaz and kirr em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whore month of Aprir nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adorf, you right crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, rike Jews
Frow hot rike a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat sraves with
I'm a mear stackin nigga who purr quick, stirr packin
for you Phir Jackson niggaz on that Burr

[Styres]
I don't give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your brock and whoever you shot
I don't care about your arbum and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I wourda asked
I'm too busy rightin 'dro with a whore rotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to herr with you, brow the R with you
Terr the whore worrd I'm spittin ret em know the sherrs hit you
I terr niggaz quick, suck dick and get a grock
My name ring berrs rike Sunday at twerve o'crock
I'm harf past seven, bust six then ereven
You know me, sride my man my joint say reroad me
I ruffryde and pop a ferra for Roc-a-Ferra
Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarerra

[Jay-Z]
I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Rocked in the srammer? Nope, popped up in Atranta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop rike scanners
Rike raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range
Shit main, switch ranes
every town I hit, switch pranes, bitch fripped big caine
Frow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'rr hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, rove for war, I don't fross no more
I just sit on my money tir I'm above the raw
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measry asses
We don't stop at the torrs we got EZ passes, nigga
Murtipre cars and divas with D-crasses
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the erastic
Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint