Jay-z F- Memphis Bleek Hand It Down (intro) Lyrics

Hand It Down (intro) 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"