Jay Intro Hand It Down Lyrics

Intro Hand It Down Lyrics

Sorry boys.. 



 but all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again 



 Lay down, lay down 



 Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy 



 All those new niggaz stop there 



 but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought 



 The last of the real hustlers, well 



 maybe not the last 



 Bleek's gonna be a good rapper 



 New, IMPROVED Jay-Z 



 I quit 



 I'm retirin 



 Ain't enough money in THIS game, to keep me around 



 Sorry Big, I tried 



 Honest 



 Can't go with me on this ride though 



 I'm callin the shots 



 The bar's closing 



 Where we going to for breakfast? 



 Roc-a-Fella y'all 



 OKAY, I'M RELOADED! 







 "Bringin the drama"	"Tryin to come up in the game" 



 	"Marcy" 



 		"Had a couple of dollar signs to my name" 



 	"Roc-a-Fella y'all" 



 "One of the best!" 



 		"Waitin for my day to come" 



 "Just give me the word" 







 [Memphis Bleek] 



 Nah this ain't Jigga it's your lil nigga Bleek 



 Reportin to these motherfuckers live from the street 



 Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced 



 At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes 



 Peep the steez, I represent for all those 



 with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys 



 Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys 



 Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's 



 First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it 



 Niggaz tryin to kill me dog, who wouldn't? 



 Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's 



 Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger 



 You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her 



 Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us 



 Shit is constant, that's why I pack the 



 Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it? 



 I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall 



 Man I'm tryin to come up on y'all 



 Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets 



 from sundown to sunup on y'all 



 Mama said keep bullshittin they'll kill you dead 



 One week of this hustlin brought a living room set 



 Went to ? D's, niggaz mad, veins out 



 Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out 



 Flashy, fly little nigga 



 Nosy bitch from the third floor like "Why little nigga?" 



 Bitch please, twist the trees 



 Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe 



 That's my answer, life's like cancer 



 And I'm serious 







 		"Waitin for my day to come" 



 "Just give me the word