Jay-z 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



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 twenty-eight 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 sun down to sun up on y'all



Mama said, "Keep bullshittin' they'll kill you dead"

One week of this hustlin' brought a living room set

Went to [Incomprehensible] 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