Jay-z Beat Lyrics

Jay-z Beat lyrics

f/ Young Slugga







(*talking*)



Magno ya heard, the Rookie of the Year



Coming soon baby, Collection Plate



This how we do it. check it







[Magno]



Jay-Z's the blueprint, Magno's the new print



They call me that, cause each flow I bring some new shit



It's been that way, since my first time in



The Takeover was my first rhyme in, ok you heard sign in



Here's the list, who wanna hate on me next



Who else is mad, don't see a eighth of my check



Who else is mad that we all be in Denver, summer to winter



For more do' they doing promos, on Arlene Bender



Understand, I'm a pimp with the chronic



Keep a 40 on me, like Shawn Kemp with the Sonics



Hostile to cake, flows like a fossil to trace



Making fake bad boys, turn gospel like Mase



Sit on leather buck, Magno's a clever fuck



Go ahead play goose, when I bust you better duck



You will never, sit above my throne



So lay low or get that halo, above your dome



Niggas pulling flock-like scandals



I spit real, y'all fiction like the Sci-Fi channel



My rhymes reflect who I am, like a rearview mirror



I'm that driver, trying to steer you clearer



I represent the school, dogs sniffing the lockers



Young niggas, packing clips in they boxers



Bitch niggas, wanna snitch on they partnas



We greet with a dap, and a niggs with the slabs



Run dick in them boppers, uh



Where the cops, slaughter and doom lives



And leave a bunch of niggas wet, like water balloon fights



But I ain't tripping, it's the hood I call home



Signing off, Magno gripping wood on all chrome







(*talking*)



Zero tolerance, no man's the God



Putting it down for the Collection Plate



For Magno, y'all know him as Magnificent



Yeah, uh







[Young Slugga]



The young nigga, with the magnificent flow



Ask Magnificent, he like damn you be so magnificent



Got Mike Jones saying who, that nigga in the booth



Spitting so cold, call him the truth



Beat you niggas harder, than 5000 Watts



Got you turning up your radio, five thousand knots



I'm harder than five thousand rocks, if five thousand pop



And I'm hotter, on five thousand blocks



Laughing at you fools, like it's A to the first



Turn my back on you niggas, like Cash Money did Turk



My flow is too sick to be nursed, you can call me the Blueprint



Cause I got the Gift and the Curse



Keep my cash rolling, rolling like Fred Durst



You can never pay this young nigga, to write a whack verse



Zero tolerance, I ain't got no patience for nan chick



Half you dudes, think it's fire that y'all spit



You only spitting sparks, I got so much heat



Have you niggas glowing in the dark



Don't try to test me, it's gon get ugly ask Bubba Sparxx



I keep my guns and my chicks in 2's, like Noah's Ark



I abide you niggas, to step up your game



And more ice than your chain



Now I'm in the game, it's shifting to change



Can you imagine me without the flames, it's like wood without grain



A piece without chain, Jigga without Dame



Coke without cocaine, my lyrics are too cold to be tamed



Messing with a young nigga, more metaphors than Biggy



More realer than Pac, get in your ass like Eminem



Jigga Jay-Z and Big L on top, with a Southern twist of Bun B



Y'all niggas can't fuck with me, on this M-I-C







(*talking*)



You god damn right, yeah



I'm not cocky, I'm just confident



Different change up



Mike Jones, who, be on the look out



For 1st Round Draft Picks coming first



And my album, Who Is Mike Jones