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Jay-Z - reservoir dogs Lyrics - Zortam Music
Song:reservoir dogs
Album:Vol. 2 Hard Knock LifeGenres:Rap
Year: Length:319 sec



Fuck -- shit is real right here

Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers

Don't get it twisted

Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass

with no mask, look at the camera like what?

Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed

To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy

Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal

If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids

I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?

And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care

If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs

Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children

when I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building

Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores

Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores

I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way

Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray

As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall

Takin shots of Louie til I fall

Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the groove

and kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move

My team, you would think was on Thorazine

How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

[Beanie Sigel]

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now

Pick out a quiet town and tie it down

Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now

Beanie Mac I supply it now

My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats

Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps

Bag enough coke to last a few weeks

In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats

You really wanna test my name? And test my game?

Until you have me, test my aim?

Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles

Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule

Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin

Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin

Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin

Cop off the lot never see me at the auction

Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin

Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct

Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend

Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans


Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box

Come down on appeal then I'm killin your pops

You feelin The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX

If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot

You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family

Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami

Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper

Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper

I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag

you gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it

Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce

Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce

They got me where I can't be without my large gat

Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat

Don't matter if I'm openin up, or headline

Doin the speed limit or pushin red lines

Six months in the county or fed time

I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime

Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga

ever had beef with, son is a bastard

Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.

Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was comin

You wouldn't listen

You tried to play me like a joke?

Now who got the last laugh?

Now take these bullets with you to hell

[Sauce Money]

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit

So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick

Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy

Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die

What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew

I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose

Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff

I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off

Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off

Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off

Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews

Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews

Flow hot like a heatwave bitch

Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with

I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin

for you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull


I don't give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are

I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car

I don't care about your block and whoever you shot

I don't care about your album and whenever it drop

I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked

I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hash

Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz

Shootin backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your casket

Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you

Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you

I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock

My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock

I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven

You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me

I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella

Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarella


I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers

Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma

Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta

Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna

Whoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners

Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon

Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed

Get brained in the four dot six Range

Shit main, switch lanes

every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine

Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain

Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that

You don't wanna owe that man

He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man

Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more

I just sit on my money til I'm above the law

How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses

We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga

Multiple cars and divas with D-classes

Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic

Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya heard me?

Put some more beat on that joint


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