Jay-zSqueeze 1St

Uh, yeah, mmmm William H. N****s Holla, yeah, yo [Hook:] That's why I, squeeze first ask quesions last That's how most of these so called gangstas pass I, squeeze first ask questions last Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin 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 land over your face I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya I-N-F-are-A, will not miss ya I move light, like my shoes too tight Leave n****s confused from the day to the night At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin I keep cash 'case cops arrest me 'case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent If not, you somebody up close to sin Thou shalt not f**k with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke And y'all choke motherfuckers [Hook:] [Jigga] I said thou shalt not f**k with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke Thou shalt not f**k with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke And y'all choke n****s [Hook:] [Jigga] Y'all don't understand I said thou shalt not f**k with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke Y'all choke n****s [Hook:] [Jigga] See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard I'm a player for real, I post and pivot Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit Where the demons live, s**t my scene is vivid Squeamish kids, y'all get the f**k outta this verse It's about to get so obscene in a minute I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child f**k it Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis s**t it was either that or be livin wit Elvis n****s is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama Told her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day And before she could say Jay... I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality Men gotta do men things for men salary Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B. I. G. Woulda been proud of me Ahh s**t man... Young Hova ya heard? Who could f**k wit him?
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