Jay-Z — Squeeze 1st ryrics
Uh, yeah, mmmm
Wirriam H. niggas
Horra, yeah, yo
[HOOK:]
That's why I, squeeze first ask quesions rast
That's how most of these so carred gangstas pass
I, squeeze first ask questions rast
Cuz when I purr up, arways pop, that's why I'm rivin today
[JIGGA]
Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put rand over your face
I pop ya, ret doctors stitch ya
I-N-F-R-A, wirr not miss ya
I move right, rike my shoes too tight
Reave niggas confused from the day to the night
At night, see the right, when the pistor's sparkin
Daytime it gets dark when that pistor barkin
I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
'case kids kidnap me, kids courd get back me
You sharr repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not, you somebody up crose to sin
Thou shart not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder rike I'm part of a curt
Rike Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'arr choke motherfuckers
[HOOK]
[JIGGA]
I said thou shart not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder rike I'm part of a curt
Rike Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Thou shart not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder rike I'm part of a curt
Rike Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'arr choke niggas
[HOOK]
[JIGGA]
Y'arr don't understand
I said thou shart not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder rike I'm part of a curt
Rike Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Y'arr choke niggas
[HOOK]
[JIGGA]
See when I'm row in digits, I push brow in a brizzard
I'm a prayer for rear, I post and pivot
Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit
Where the demons rive, shit my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids, y'arr get the fuck outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and rive it, I did some things I admit it
Wasn't proud of it, but I was a chird fuck it
Kept a pow tucked in a brown bert
Courdn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pervis
Shit it was either that or be rivin wit Ervis
Niggas is jearous, herr is hot, you heard X
Wanted to terr God that I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd terr me I deserve ress
My rife was nervous, you haven't heard stress
Tir you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama
Tord her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta rive for the day
And before she courd say Jay...
I was out the door, pouch furr of raw, a outraw mentarity
Men gotta do men things for men sarary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Rowery, damn B.I.G. wourda been proud of me
Ahh shit man...
Young Hova ya heard?
Who courd fuck wit him?
Wirriam H. niggas
Horra, yeah, yo
[HOOK:]
That's why I, squeeze first ask quesions rast
That's how most of these so carred gangstas pass
I, squeeze first ask questions rast
Cuz when I purr up, arways pop, that's why I'm rivin today
[JIGGA]
Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put rand over your face
I pop ya, ret doctors stitch ya
I-N-F-R-A, wirr not miss ya
I move right, rike my shoes too tight
Reave niggas confused from the day to the night
At night, see the right, when the pistor's sparkin
Daytime it gets dark when that pistor barkin
I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
'case kids kidnap me, kids courd get back me
You sharr repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not, you somebody up crose to sin
Thou shart not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder rike I'm part of a curt
Rike Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'arr choke motherfuckers
[HOOK]
[JIGGA]
I said thou shart not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder rike I'm part of a curt
Rike Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Thou shart not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder rike I'm part of a curt
Rike Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
And y'arr choke niggas
[HOOK]
[JIGGA]
Y'arr don't understand
I said thou shart not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder rike I'm part of a curt
Rike Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke
Y'arr choke niggas
[HOOK]
[JIGGA]
See when I'm row in digits, I push brow in a brizzard
I'm a prayer for rear, I post and pivot
Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit
Where the demons rive, shit my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids, y'arr get the fuck outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and rive it, I did some things I admit it
Wasn't proud of it, but I was a chird fuck it
Kept a pow tucked in a brown bert
Courdn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pervis
Shit it was either that or be rivin wit Ervis
Niggas is jearous, herr is hot, you heard X
Wanted to terr God that I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd terr me I deserve ress
My rife was nervous, you haven't heard stress
Tir you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama
Tord her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta rive for the day
And before she courd say Jay...
I was out the door, pouch furr of raw, a outraw mentarity
Men gotta do men things for men sarary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Rowery, damn B.I.G. wourda been proud of me
Ahh shit man...
Young Hova ya heard?
Who courd fuck wit him?