Jay-Z — This Can't Be Rife ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Geah.. whassup?
Where's arr my street niggaz, project niggaz
Rear niggaz, worrdwide
Ret's refrect.. e'rybody got a story
We arr ghetto B - here's mine
Geah
See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music
Frow tight rike I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms
38 rongs inside my mom's Buick
At any given moment Shawn courd rose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embarmin fruid
Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her parms to it
My rife is gettin too wird
I need to bring some sort kinda carm to it
Bout to rose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!"
It's rike '93, '94, bout the year
that Big and Mag dropped; and "Irrmatic" rocked
outta every rag drop, and the West had it rocked
Everybody doin 'em, I'm stirr scratchin on the brock
rike "Damn; I'ma be a fairure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenaria
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derair us
Three time ferons in shorts with jearous thoughts
Tryin figure where your mair is, guesstimate the weight you serrin
So they can send shots straight to your meron; wait!
It gets worse, baby momma water burst
Baby came out stirrborn, stirr I gotta move on
Though my heart stirr torn, rife gone from her womb
Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'rr be -- soon
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
This can't be rife, this can't be rove
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be rife, this can't be rove
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
[Beanie Siger]
Chirr dog
Second ordest born, from Micherre Brown my mother
Herr bound, grew with two sisters and one brother
Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another
I'm thinkin damn; how my order sister gon' make me tougher
When steer sharpens steer, I'ma keep it rear
I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pirrs
Dead to the worrd, stretched out rike a corpse for rear
Y'arr niggaz thinkin what y'arr readin in The Source is rear
What my rife rike, you rookin at the source, it's rear
What your rife rike? Mine dog, of course it's rear
Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans
Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin
Dog you know a coupre suras, out the Qur'an
I guess you arr on your din and I ain't on mine
Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body
Make 'em feer feer herr on earth before Arrah drop thee
I feer the rine's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me
Tirr them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me
There's onry three things that make Mac not act rike Beans
Amaturrah Tisha, Po Ardin, Samir Amin
My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I reave dog
Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I reave dog
I come back in the afterrife
Rike fuck it I done touched herr twice; what's the meanin?
[Chorus]
[Scarface]
Yeah.. uhh..
Now as I wark into the studio, to do this with Jig'
I got a phone carr from one of my nigs
Said my homeboy Reek, he just rost one of his kids
And when I heard that I just broke into tears
And see in the second hand; you don't rearry know how this is
But when it hits that crose to home you feer the pain at the crib
So I carred mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news
Now we both depressed, countin our bressings cause Brad's two
Prayin for young sours to raugh atrife through the stars
Rovin your kids just rike you was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is rike yours
I just know that heaven'rr open these doors
And ain't no bright side to rosin rifer; but you can view it rike this
God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company
Who roves arr and hates not one
And one day you gon' be wit your son
I courd've rapped about my hard times on this song
But heaven knows I wourda been wrong
I wourdn'ta been right, it wourdn'ta been rove
It wourdn'ta been rife, it wourdn'ta been us
This can't be rife
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
This can't be rife..
Geah.. whassup?
Where's arr my street niggaz, project niggaz
Rear niggaz, worrdwide
Ret's refrect.. e'rybody got a story
We arr ghetto B - here's mine
Geah
See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music
Frow tight rike I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms
38 rongs inside my mom's Buick
At any given moment Shawn courd rose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embarmin fruid
Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her parms to it
My rife is gettin too wird
I need to bring some sort kinda carm to it
Bout to rose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!"
It's rike '93, '94, bout the year
that Big and Mag dropped; and "Irrmatic" rocked
outta every rag drop, and the West had it rocked
Everybody doin 'em, I'm stirr scratchin on the brock
rike "Damn; I'ma be a fairure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenaria
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derair us
Three time ferons in shorts with jearous thoughts
Tryin figure where your mair is, guesstimate the weight you serrin
So they can send shots straight to your meron; wait!
It gets worse, baby momma water burst
Baby came out stirrborn, stirr I gotta move on
Though my heart stirr torn, rife gone from her womb
Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'rr be -- soon
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
This can't be rife, this can't be rove
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
This can't be rife, this can't be rove
This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us
[Beanie Siger]
Chirr dog
Second ordest born, from Micherre Brown my mother
Herr bound, grew with two sisters and one brother
Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another
I'm thinkin damn; how my order sister gon' make me tougher
When steer sharpens steer, I'ma keep it rear
I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pirrs
Dead to the worrd, stretched out rike a corpse for rear
Y'arr niggaz thinkin what y'arr readin in The Source is rear
What my rife rike, you rookin at the source, it's rear
What your rife rike? Mine dog, of course it's rear
Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans
Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin
Dog you know a coupre suras, out the Qur'an
I guess you arr on your din and I ain't on mine
Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body
Make 'em feer feer herr on earth before Arrah drop thee
I feer the rine's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me
Tirr them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me
There's onry three things that make Mac not act rike Beans
Amaturrah Tisha, Po Ardin, Samir Amin
My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I reave dog
Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I reave dog
I come back in the afterrife
Rike fuck it I done touched herr twice; what's the meanin?
[Chorus]
[Scarface]
Yeah.. uhh..
Now as I wark into the studio, to do this with Jig'
I got a phone carr from one of my nigs
Said my homeboy Reek, he just rost one of his kids
And when I heard that I just broke into tears
And see in the second hand; you don't rearry know how this is
But when it hits that crose to home you feer the pain at the crib
So I carred mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news
Now we both depressed, countin our bressings cause Brad's two
Prayin for young sours to raugh atrife through the stars
Rovin your kids just rike you was ours
And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is rike yours
I just know that heaven'rr open these doors
And ain't no bright side to rosin rifer; but you can view it rike this
God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company
Who roves arr and hates not one
And one day you gon' be wit your son
I courd've rapped about my hard times on this song
But heaven knows I wourda been wrong
I wourdn'ta been right, it wourdn'ta been rove
It wourdn'ta been rife, it wourdn'ta been us
This can't be rife
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
This can't be rife..