Intro - Hand It Down
Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek"Intro - Hand It Down" is a song by Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, released in 1998 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:54 long and contains 63 lines and 420 words.
Lyrics
0:03Sorry boys
0:07But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again
0:11Lay down lay down
0:15Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
0:20All those new niggaz stop there
0:22But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
0:27The last of the real hustlers well
0:30Maybe not the last
0:32Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
0:35New IMPROVED Jay-Z
0:38I quit
0:39I'm retirin
0:41Ain't enough money in THIS game to keep me around
0:46Sorry Big I tried
0:48Honest
0:50Can't go with me on this ride though
0:52I'm callin the shots
0:54The bar's closing
0:56Where we going to for breakfast
0:59Roc-a-Fella y'all
1:01OKAY I'M RELOADED
1:10"Bringin the drama" "Tryin to come up in the game"
1:15"Marcy"
1:17"Had a couple of dollar signs to my name"
1:20"Roc-a-Fella y'all"
1:23"One of the best "
1:25"Waitin for my day to come"
1:28"Just give me the word"
1:30Nah this ain't Jigga it's your lil ni**a Bleek
1:32Reportin to these motherf**kers live from the street
1:35Game I peeped those my mind so advanced
1:37At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
1:40Peep the steez I represent for all those
1:42With 28 grams on a come-up tryin to creep the keys
1:45Large niggaz told me park the car keep the keys
1:48Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's
1:50First gun two bullets niggaz know I do pull it
1:53Niggaz tryin to kill me dog who wouldn't
1:56Screw Gooden I pitch in the PJ's
1:58Lit off the EJ I split Dutchies with my ring finger
2:02You find a b**ch that don't be cream bring her
2:04Last seen with Bing he got dropped between us
2:06Sh*t is constant that's why I pack the
2:09Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it
2:11I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
2:14Man I'm tryin to come up on y'all
2:16Get one up on y'all that's why I hustle in these streets
2:20From sundown to sunup on y'all
2:21Mama said keep bullshittin they'll kill you dead
2:24One week of this hustlin brought a living room set
2:27Went to D's niggaz mad veins out
2:29Copped the Jordan's two weeks before they came out
2:32Flashy fly little ni**a
2:34Nosy b**ch from the third floor like "Why little ni**a "
2:38B**ch please twist the trees
2:39Took a long pull like b**ch to breathe
2:42That's my answer life's like cancer
2:46And I'm serious
2:49"Waitin for my day to come"
2:50"Just give me the word"
2:52The word"
2:53The word"
2:54The word"
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 ni**a Bleek Reportin to these motherf**kers 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 28 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 b**ch that don't be cream bring her Last seen with Bing he got dropped between us Sh*t 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 sundown to sunup on y'all Mama said keep bullshittin they'll kill you dead One week of this hustlin brought a living room set Went to D's niggaz mad veins out Copped the Jordan's two weeks before they came out Flashy fly little ni**a Nosy b**ch from the third floor like "Why little ni**a " B**ch please twist the trees Took a long pull like b**ch 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" The word" The word" The word"
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