You Me Him And Her Lyrics

You Me Him And Her lyrics

[Jay-Z] 

 Told y'all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me? 

 Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh 

 Memph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya heard? 

 It's a Dynasty! Who do you believe? 

 

 Jigga Man, mo' better, mo' cheddar 

 Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater 

 Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella 

 Remember me? The teachers used to fail us 

 Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers 

 Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas 

 Oh please feel us - we heat holders 

 Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us 

 The plot thickens, the block clickin 

 We got the game tied up, stop trippin 

 Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all 

 Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh 

 Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan 

 The fire I spit burn down Happyland 

 Social Club, we unapproachable thugs 

 Non-social, gone postal 

 Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast 

 like a Don's supposed to, Shawn 

 I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals 

 Don't make me take it to the old school 

 I put holes through your hoes too 

 through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you 

 Fuck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all 

 Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek.. 

 

 [Memphis Bleek] 

 Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit 

 Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted 

 It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them 

 Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them? 

 You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up 

 I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga 

 No obituary, I get it critical 

 You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you 

 When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket 

 When it's hot, I'm blastin, it's the Roc, you bastards 

 Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yeah 

 Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel c'mon 

 Spit acid, c'mon 

 Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in 

 Niggaz wanna front and get jumped 

 Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump 

 Nigga, we are, the supreme squad 

 You can dream hard but reality is 

 we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads 

 puff the green raw, we as real as it get 

 We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas 

 Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us 

 Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh? 

 Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel rap 

 

 [Beanie Sigel] 

 R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop 

 From tower to mind pop, I move out stop 

 Shower your mind block, move out with glocks 

 Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks 

 Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up 

 Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up 

 Competition, linin 'em up 

 Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime 'em up 

 You want, drama what? Well silence it up 

 Since a young buck, violent as fuck 

 Wettin me dog, the high will do it; I used to wild off embalmin fluid 

 I send niggaz to the trauma unit 

 Forty-five or the nine'll do it 

 I fuck around and have your moms go through it - I'm a beast! 

 Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit 

 when they motherfuckin peeps hit 

 But I don't cease nuttin, I decease som'un 

 I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un 

 Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y'all 

 Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right 

 

 [Amil] 

 Yo, A to the M-I, feminist 

 Holdin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi 

 Am I, gon' run or stay, can I 

 get away no you can't can't I surrendi? 

 And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot 

 In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di 

 

 [Jay-Z] 

 Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y'all 

 Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh