Ain`t No Nigga Lyrics

Ain`t No Nigga lyrics

featuring Foxy Brown

[Jay Z]
I keep it fresher than the next
bitch
no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch
..with speed I make
the best bitch see the exit..indeed
you gotta know your thoroughly respected
by me
you get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
you gotcha own '96 suh
in..the ride
and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why
you gotta
watch your friends you got to watch me
they conniving shit
the first
chance to crack the bank
they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks
and
papayas, from the village to the tele
time to kill it on your belly no
question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence
they say
sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
mmet your death in less than 8
seconds
still poundin in my after life..
laugin my shit is tight
you
who askin right...

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Aint no nigga like the one I got
no one
can fuck you betta
sleeps around but he gives me alot
keeps you in
diamonds and leathers
friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone
hah
hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha
tell the freaks to find a man of there
own
(man a they own, man a they own)

[Jay Z]
Fresh to def in my
skeeno
coach bag lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks
got you a
beeper to feel important
surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles
Jordan
I keep ya dove but love
you know these ho's be makin me
weak
yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep
Ive been sinnin since you
been playin wit Barbie and Ken in
you can't change a players game in the 9th
inning
the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin
so I run way the fuck up
in em
and wrinkle the face like linnin
I play hard-eh till they say
God..
he's keepin it real jigga stay hard
lawd don't even trip
I never
slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get
weapons concealed what the fuck
yall feel
when you nigga play sick we can all get ill
-whats the
deal-

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[Jay Z]
Yo, aint no stoppin this, no
lie
promise to stay monogamous, I try
but love you know these ho's be
makin me weak
yall knows how is goes 'b so I stay deep

[Foxxy
Brown]
What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes
bank rolls and
shit, back rubs in the french tubs
makin this bitch, wifee nigga
so when
you flip that coke
remember them days you was dead broke
but now your
style and I raised you
basically made you into a don
flippin
weight..heroin and shit
you know my pussy is all that
thats why I get
bagets 5 carats and all that
from doshay?????from H Im ringing bells
so
who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can
lay up in the shade reminiscin
on how I fuck the best a shit
specially
when Im flippin Baileys
dont give a fuck about how you move with them other
mamis
I push disease, eatin shrimp diamond rocks larger than life
fuck
them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin in
Armani sweaters
before this rap shit
when you was in letters and bullshit
berattas
and eek classes with mo in the glasses
shows in Cali wit all the
flavor suede Bally's
now all your mens' up in your benz's
high post, I
swear you be killin me
playin inside my pubic hairs
I never worry bout
them other chicks
cuz you proved who was your wiz
when you was spinnin
that bitch
I took a little when you was up north
your comisary stay
pilin
how you livin large on the island
all them collects have me
vex
but when you come home
knew I was comin off wit half of dem
checks
now we on the rise
your diamond mami wit the slanted
eyes
holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit
folks know I see half
the dough
make you wonder a star
pushin hundred thousand dollar
cars

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