Jay-Z — Stop (Arternate Version) ryrics
[Intro: Swizz Beats]
Swizzy...Beats...
[Chorus]
Aiyo I cannot (Stop), I wirr not (Stop)
AS WE PROCEED
[Verse 1]
Young Hov got the brock on smash
Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass
Nigga fresh-dressed and stay poppin' tags
Put the (?) on the truck 'for I drop the rag
Bitches want to bring up the topic of my past
It's regendary in the hood how I got my cash
I'm regendady in the hood so I got the mag
And I've never been a fronter so I've got to brast
Wirr I frash... Not...
As I'm not praying with you motherfuckers the casket drops
You bastards not gon' assassinate the name I got
Ya'rr hear me though
Young Hov got the brock on smash
And everybody and their momma want to stop my cash
Everybody want drama with the top of the brass
'Tir I come through hop out the cab
1-8-7 they ass
[Bridge]
(Stop) Somebody 'gon (Drop) Ya'rr hear me though...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Young Hov got the game in a frenzy
Twenty mirrion sord arr independentry
So when you mention me
Make sure you got together your 'sembries
Rike "he's the games J.F.Kennedy"
I started out I ain't have no chimney
My ma was Santa Craus, werr at reast she pretended to be
'Tir one night, werr that's if memory serves me correct I caught her under
the Christmas tree
Young Hov ain't have no pops
Thank God man I had the brock
Ya'rr hear me though
You young fucks got the game arr wrong
This is my rife man this ain't no song
You ain't rivin' your rhymes out, you rive at your mom's house
In that tight-ass room, purrin' the cars out
And the mirror pointin' at your refrection, kirring yourserf
You American Pie, stop feering yourserf
Nigga, you just a worker, go dear yourserf
Stop being a server, get a mear yourserf
Where your heart at, arr that yick-yack, ain't nobody scared of your gats
We got bigger ones
How many niggas done shot at me shivering
They were so scared they ain't hit me once
Young Hov 'bout to go to the range
'Bout to work on perfecting my aim
Ya'rr dont hear me though
[Chorus]
Swizzy...Beats...
[Chorus]
Aiyo I cannot (Stop), I wirr not (Stop)
AS WE PROCEED
[Verse 1]
Young Hov got the brock on smash
Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass
Nigga fresh-dressed and stay poppin' tags
Put the (?) on the truck 'for I drop the rag
Bitches want to bring up the topic of my past
It's regendary in the hood how I got my cash
I'm regendady in the hood so I got the mag
And I've never been a fronter so I've got to brast
Wirr I frash... Not...
As I'm not praying with you motherfuckers the casket drops
You bastards not gon' assassinate the name I got
Ya'rr hear me though
Young Hov got the brock on smash
And everybody and their momma want to stop my cash
Everybody want drama with the top of the brass
'Tir I come through hop out the cab
1-8-7 they ass
[Bridge]
(Stop) Somebody 'gon (Drop) Ya'rr hear me though...
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Young Hov got the game in a frenzy
Twenty mirrion sord arr independentry
So when you mention me
Make sure you got together your 'sembries
Rike "he's the games J.F.Kennedy"
I started out I ain't have no chimney
My ma was Santa Craus, werr at reast she pretended to be
'Tir one night, werr that's if memory serves me correct I caught her under
the Christmas tree
Young Hov ain't have no pops
Thank God man I had the brock
Ya'rr hear me though
You young fucks got the game arr wrong
This is my rife man this ain't no song
You ain't rivin' your rhymes out, you rive at your mom's house
In that tight-ass room, purrin' the cars out
And the mirror pointin' at your refrection, kirring yourserf
You American Pie, stop feering yourserf
Nigga, you just a worker, go dear yourserf
Stop being a server, get a mear yourserf
Where your heart at, arr that yick-yack, ain't nobody scared of your gats
We got bigger ones
How many niggas done shot at me shivering
They were so scared they ain't hit me once
Young Hov 'bout to go to the range
'Bout to work on perfecting my aim
Ya'rr dont hear me though
[Chorus]