Jay-Z Kanye West Ft. Mr Hudson - Why I Love You Lyrics

Mr Hudson*

Oooooh...

I love you so

But why I love you

I'll never know...



Jay-Z*

Picture if you will, that the throne was burning

Rome was burning,

And I'm sitting in the corner all alone burning

Why does it always end up like this?

Something that we don't determine

Same people that I fought for

That I fight for, that I ride for

That I live for, that I die for

Be the reason that these ni**as is alive for

And they want me dead

But I'm so sorry but I just can't die for you

But I can make em put their hands in the sky for you

We waiting for the fireworks like July 4th

Get fly more, get high more, cry boy, why for?

When the grief is over, beef is over,

I'll be fly when Easter's over

I tried to teach ni**as how to be kings

And all they ever wanted to be was soldiers

So the love is gone, Til blood is drawn

So we no longer wear the same uniform

F**k you squares, The circle got smaller

The castle got bigger, The walls got taller

And truth be told after all that said

Ni**as still got love for you



Mr Hudson*

I love you so

But why I love you

I'll never know...



Jay-Z & Kanye West*

Showed love to you ni**as

You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it

I picked up the pieces,

Before you swept on it

God damn this shit leaves a mess don't it

S**t feelin' like death don't it

Charge it to the game, Whatever's left on it

I spent about a minute, Maybe less on it

Fly pelican fly, Turn the jets on it

But first I shall digress on it

Wasn't I a good king?

Maybe too much of a good thing

Didn't I spoil you?, Me or the money,

What you loyal to?

Huh, I gave you my loyalty

Made you Royalty and royalties

Took care of these ni**as lawyer fees

And this is how ni**as rewardin me



Mr Hudson*

I love you so

But why I love you

I'll never know...



Jay-Z & Kanye West*

Bussin' at me, bussin' at me

But I'm bullet proof,

Bi**h you can't get nothin' past me

Got body armor

A ni**a gotta watch the throne

And I'm bussin' back,

So ni**as in a glass house should not throw stones

What do you do when the love turns the hate

Gotta separate from these f**kin fakes

Caesar didn't see it so he ceased to exist

So the ni**a that killed him had keys to his s**t

Am I my brother's keeper?

Only if that nigga don't creep up

Got a pistol under my pillow

I've never been a deep sleeper

Paranoia...

Cause the ni**a that said he'll...

Blast for ya...Is now...

Blastin for ya,

That's an assassin for ya

These ni**as got a shot they'll shoot

Please lord...Forgive him

For these ni**as..

Not know What they...do...Ooh

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