I Shot Ya [Freestyle]

JAY-Z

Yeah, what the fuck! Jay-Z, Marcy, Brooklyn
Representin' the, what, what
Roc-A-Fella y'all, for life
Stretch Armstrong bring the noise, haha
Clown-ass niggas (yeah)
You know how we get down

Uh, Roc-A-Fella's capo, unflappable
Test my weight in the Apple
Never a question of if
But when you gonna die like cattle
Beef, I go at it so rugged, you swear
I love it is that so, hard to learn?
My burner give niggas permanent heart murmurs
If that ain't reason for concern (woo)
My, crew endangers
Estranged miscellaneous niggas
Left in troubled waters like Greg Louganis
Ain't nothin' touchin' from
Brooklyn to Metuchen
Or wherever the fuck you cats
Rest your head at, dead that
The last time you seen us
Niggas popped up in Beamers
Shopped up in Neiman's
Locked hip-hop up between us
Squeamish rappers stay out of
My space like Venus
Or it's Soulshocker, Jigga Niggademus
Murderous writin'
Not a word of it to your likin'
Since we make you hate to love it like Prince
'Til a nigga feel straight like Bill Gates
Or feel a mil'-eight, we gon' spill hate
In-fil trate
Die! It's your fate, realize the great
Get your hardhats, professionals
Rockin', nigga, wait
Timing's everything
Everything that glitters ain't gold
There's diamonds in every ring
What the fuck! In the driver's seat
Nigga used to live in the back
Muggsy Bogues style
Now a nigga bigger than Shaq
Crib in the Cat, skills, living phat
Chickens that used to act ill
Fuck y'all, I ain't forgivin' that
(Fuck y'all)
A nigga bitter so, when a nigga hit you
Believe (Ugh)
I'm tryna hurt your stomach
Like ten thousand sit-ups (yeah)
Jigs, baby, what it is! Just as casual
You blast for me
You better believe I blast for you yeah!

Yeah, uh huh, yeah
Every time, y'all (Roc-A-Fella, y'all)
What, what, Jay-Z, huh (What, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all (Marcy)
What, we rock on y'all, representin' the
Yeah, yeah uh huh (Let these niggas know)
West Coast niggas, man
Getting out of line, man
Watch your step, haha fuck around
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yo, react, biatch nigga
Think they can fuck with the rich nigga
Jigga, they can't touch ya
Say y'all, we livin' like S T-A-RS
You faggot niggas don't play yours
My team'll slay yours
Naysayers, can't fuck around we lay yours
With our hands up there, shit, I swear to God
Since money's respected you know I
Had to get it
Collect it like antiques, and let it stack
Brrrrr, like that
I mastered this fast shit, now I move on
'Cause too many bastards tried to
Get they groove on
And now you see me jiggy, you puzzled
He ain't sellin' no records
Is he? That nigga gotta hustle
Shit, you bet your guns, by any means
I get my ones
You intervene, by any means, I get ya done
For real

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Quando a música “I Shot Ya [Freestyle]” foi lançada por Jay-Z?
A música I Shot Ya [Freestyle] foi lançada em 2011, no álbum “Headliner & Legends”.
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