Senin, 24 Januari 2011

Jay-Z & Kanye West – H.A.M Lyrics

Kanye West*
It was all good just a week ago
Ni**as feel theyselves
And then watch the throne drop
Ni**as kill themselves
What ni**as gon do Hov
This a new crack on a new stove
I’m in the two-door, true that
Ni**as tellin’ me You back
Like a n-gga ever left up out this b**ch
And if life a b**ch suck my d**k huh?
And I bet she f**ked the whole clique, huh
By the way ni**a, you should f**kin’ quit, n-gga
Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
Like Eli I did it, jokes on you muthaf**ker and I get it
No paper hoe, but you can have some more of me
Or*gy, or are we speakin methaphorically
Historically, I’m kickin’ bi**hes out like Pam, ni**a
Goin’ HAM ni**a, me and Jigga
And a ni**a still young, wanna have no kids
But I’ve been practicing with some actresses as bad as s**t
And a few white girls, a**es flat a s**t
But the head so good, damn a ni**a glad he hit
Got em jumpin’ out the building
Watch out below, a million out the door

I’m about to go HAM
Hard As a Muthaf**ker,
Let these ni**as know who I am
I’m about to go HAM
Hard As a Muthaf**ker,
Let these ni**as know who I am

Jay-Z*
F**k y’all mad at me for?
You don’t even know what I’ve been through
I play chicken with a Mack truck
Y’all muthaf**kers woulda been moved
I swam waters with great whites
Y’all muthaf**kers woulda been chewed
I hustle with vultures late nights
Y’all muthaf**kers woulda been food
F**k wrong with these dudes
Try to walk around in these shoes
See the s**t I saw growing up
And maybe you can take a peek at these boo’s
Ni**as fantasize about the shit that I do daily like
These rappers rap about all the shit that I do really
I’m like really half a billi ni**a
Really you got baby money
Keep it real with ni**as
Ni**as aint got my lady money
Watch the Throne dont step on our road
Bad enough we let you step on our globe
When my nephew died, daddy dead
Ni**as took the price on my uncles head
Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled
So I feel like I would like to know my uncles bread
Bow down, brother pay homage
Don’t spill hate all on my garments
Commes Des Garcon, f**k your fresh
Head shots ni**a f**k your vests
F**k the pig, no pork on my fork
Peace God cause you know a ni**a just went Ham

Hard As a Muthaf**ker,
Let these ni**as know who I am
Yeah I’m ’bout to go HAM
Hard As a Muthaf**ker,
Let these ni**as know who I am
Yeah I’m ’bout to go HAM

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