Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waiting for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga make some noise Who you know fresher than Hov'? Riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah hearing me rap is like hearing G. Rap in his prime I'm, young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand opening, grand closing God your man Hov' cracked the can open again Who you goin' find doper than him with no pen Just draw off inspiration Soon you goin' see you can't replace him With cheap imitations for these generations Now can I get an encore, do you want more Cooking raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar {What the hell are you waiting for?} Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) As fate would have it, Jay's status appears To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearing the 4-5 It ain't to play games with you It's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowing you to smithereens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So motherfucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, 'til your lungs get sore It's star time This man is made! He's killing all y'all jive turkeys Do y'all want more of the Jigga man? Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage Say Hova, c'mon say it! HO-VA! HO-VA! Are y'all out there? (HO-VA! HO-VA!) Are y'all out there? C'mon, louder! Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking bout They love you Jigga, they love you Jigga! I like the way this one feel It's so motherfucking soulful man! Yeah okay So this here is the victory lap Then I'm leaving, that's how you get me back After a year of them sixteen's, it's one point two And that's two point four, and I'm only doing two You wanted to gain attention new dudes I can get you BET and TRL too You wanna be in the public, send your budget Well fuck it, I ain't budging! Young did it to death, you gotta love it Record companies told me I couldn't cut it Now look at me, all star-studded Golfer above par like I putted All cause the shit I uttered, was utterly ridiculous How sick is this? You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust Send Hip a grip, then you got' spit A little something like this {What the hell are you waiting for?}
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