Chorus Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight It must?ve been something you said I just died in your arms tonight (X3) Verse 1 Pop died, didn?t cry, didn
Vertaling: Jay-Z. I Just Died.
dying watch what you weep Is Jay-Z a meson or as he said is he just a mason Double in persuasion hip hop is power Redone the invasion I'm gonna fight
Jay-Z What's up niggas, ay yo I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck Jay-
n!gga Fu** with me Squigly lines an IV's. Uncle says Flocka Murder this MothaFu**a! Yo roc Dig a hole for these MothaFu**a's!!! Let me brush my shoulders off Jay-z R.I
nobody copin' like Mr. Jay-Z Shit, you're crazy I'm hot like the six maybe, deep dish with the great seats I flow greater than your navigator I drop
I'm still sick, how can I be sick this long And I'm still alive, Magic Johnson arise I thrive on makin' my opponents think that I've died That's when I
' me what I should do and how I should come out and what to rap about And I know that I got a lot up in my abdullah oblongotta that I gotta get out And I
Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what
the struggle died, I say the struggle revived Hey you, my profession is going through oppression That?s why I?m so stressed and I'm working with no
battle, I ain't never been beat I'm in the race to take Jay-Z place, and you ain't better than bleek When I speak, you can tell that I'm wise Dog, I
all I'm aimin is teflon [Jay-Z and Kurupt] I'm psycho, like no, other motherfucker And this rifle, right for your head motherfucker [Jay] Young Hova
these mothafucka's Let me brush my shoulders off Jay-Z R.I.P to? Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun Live by the gun, I'ma die by the gun Live by the gun, I
're slim or if you're shady Jay Hova reigns supreme but his name ain't Jay Z And it's most defenite the mobb was deep That hung the Son of man who died just
No, I'm not a player I like Rush a lot I've got 21 concepts but a single ain't one If you're still referencing Jay-Z I feel bad for you, son So what'
, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk 'cause I
