Illest Motherf**ker Alive (Bonus) - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

1985 white Lamborghini Countach, 2 of em
I need a slow motion video right now
Cause I’m moving in slow motion, slow motion
Feelin’ like Hype Williams shooting a nigga
Shooting a nigga, hey hey hey
I need a slow motion video right now ay ay

Damn baby p-ssy can’t be your only hustle
Unless you bad as Naomi Russell
I mean a lot of niggas got money
So basically, Russell ain’t the only Russell
Russell Brand, Russell Crow
Zero Zero Zero Zero, a whole lot of 0’s
What you after, actor money?
You in line behind currency, yeah you after money
Bullet proof condom when I’m in these hoes
Got staples on my d**k (why) f*ckin’ centerfolds
And I swear to God they so cold
Got a ni**a in Miami wearing winter clothes
I got my fur on feelin’ like Jerome
She got her fur too, we get our his and her on
Don’t look at the jewelry, or get your blurr on
Too close, you comatose so dope you overdose
Get back, you overclose
Oh no, the hood was strugglin’
But then I blessed them with that Polo
Ni**as was making music and then my first solo…
Collo Drolo sponsored by Manolo
She got Zeppi Notos ready for some photos
Yeah and I’m cold b**ch, please try to keep the door closed
Lanvin thousand dollar tee with no logos
Let me show you what I see when my eyes closed

Take it how you want til a ni**a dead


(Til then I’m the illest motherf***er alive)
Whole world aiming at a ni**a head
(Because I’m the illest mother***er alive)

King Hov, I’m exactly what the f**k you think
11 in a row, Bill Russell rings, Michael Jordan swag
Yall think Michael Jordan bad
Nigga I got a 5 more rings than Michael Jordan had
Elvis has left the building now I’m on the Beatles ass
Ni**as hear Watch The Throne, yeah it’s like the Beatles back Bey Bey my Yoko Ono, Rih Rih complete the family
Imagine how that’s gon look front row at the Grammys
F**k your awards like Eddie Murphy’s couch
The Roc is in the building we should have stayed in the house
I don’t even know what we doing here
Seems to me a complete waste of gear
Just a f***in waste of time, a complete waste of bottles
Ni**as fashion is weak, they be wastin’ all the models
Got the oversized Rolley let me show the how to do it
When I say it then you see, it ain’t only in the music Basquiats, Warhols serving as my muses
My house like a museum, so I see em when I’m peeing
Usually you have this much taste you European
That’s the end of that way of thinking, ni**a never again
Know when to leave when the heat is coming, I learned that
This is where DiNero would be if he ain’t turn back
F**k Sosa, this Hova this is real life
This is what the ending of Scarface should feel like

I need a slow motion video right now
Cause I’m moving in slow motion slow motion
Feelin’ like Hype Williams shooting a nigga
Shooting a nigga hey hey hey
I need a slow motion video right now ay ay

I’m moving in slow motion slow motion (x5)

The Joy (Feat. Curtis Mayfield) - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

[Chorus]
A little sugar, honey suckle lamb
Great expression of happiness
Boy, you could not miss with a dozen roses
Such would astound you
The joy of children laughing around you
These are the makings of you
It is true, the makings of you, oh

[Kanye West]
I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors
That are not A&R's in the cheap office
Rappers that never got signed but they keep offers
Girls thats way too fine for us to keep off us
Gave her a handshake only for my man's sake
She in her birthday suit cause of the damn cake
Now there's crumbs all over the damn place
And she want me to cum all over her damn face
I never understood planned parenthood
Cause I never met nobody plan to be a parent in the hood
Taking refills of that plan B pill
Another shorty that won't make it to the family will
If I don't make it, can't take it, hope the family will
They aint crazy they don't know how insanity feel
Don C just had a shorty so it's not that bad
But I still hear the ghosts of the kids I never had

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
No Electro, no metro, a little retro, I perfecto
You know the demo, ya boy act wild
You aint get the memo, Yeezy's back in style
Now when Rome go Gidget the other got Bridget
What's more tripped out though is they sisters
Nah, you aint listen, they black, they sisters
They momma, named them after white bitches
So next time you see me on your fallopian


Though the Jewelry's Egytian, know the hunger's Ethiopian
Stupid questions like "Is he gon be dope again?
Have You seen him? has anybody spoke to him?"
This beat deserves Hennessy, a bad bitch and a bag of weed the Holy Trinity
In the mirror where I see my only enemy,
Your life's cursed, well mine's an obscenity

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
This is my momma sh-t
I used to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back in my pyjama sh-t
Afro's and marijuana sticks, seeds and the ganja hat will be popping like the sample that I'm rhyming with
Pete Rock, let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid they surprised I don't needle pop
Taking sips of pop, six packs of millanips
Pink champel, Valentine L
Bally's on my feet help me balance out well
That and the sh-t I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from the parties from my momma's
Virgin Mary's try to judge her, I'm like "where the Madonna's now?"
Give all glory to Gloria, they said "you raised that boy too fast, but you was raising a warrior"
We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us

[Kid Cudi]
Keep you hands up, get mine up
Don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
Don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
Don't let them take your fire
Keep you hands up, get mine up
Yeaaaah, okay

It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
[End]

H.A.M - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

A.k.a "Hard As A Muthaf-ker"
[Explicit Lyrics]

[Kanye West]
It was all good just a week ago
N-ggas feel theyselves and then Watch The Throne drop
N-ggas kill themselves
What n-ggas gon do Hov?
This a new crack on a new stove
I’m in the two-door, true that
N-ggas tellin’ me “You back”
Like a n-gga ever left up out this bitch, huh?
And if life a bitch suck my d-ck huh?
And I bet she f-cked the whole clique, huh
By the way n-gga, you should f-ckin’ quit, n-gga
Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
Like Eli I did it, jokes on you muthaf-cker 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’ b-tches out like Pam, n-gga
Goin’ HAM n-gga, me and Jigga
And a n-gga still young, wanna have no kids
But I’ve been practicing with some actresses as bad as shit
And a few white girls, asses flat a shit
But the head so good, damn a n-gga 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-cker,
Let these n-ggas know who I am
I’m about to go HAM
Hard As a Muthaf-cker,
Let these n-ggas know who I am

[Jay-Z]
F-ck 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-ckers woulda been moved
I swam waters with great whites
Y’all muthaf-ckers woulda been chewed
I hustle with vultures late nights
Y’all muthaf-ckers woulda been food
F-ck wrong with these dudes
Try to walk around in these shoes
See the shit I saw growing up
And maybe you can take a peek at these boo’s
N-ggas 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 n-gga
Really you got baby money
Keep it real with n-ggas
N-ggas aint got my lady money
Watch the Throne dont step on our robe
Bad enough we let you step on our glow
When my nephew died, daddy dead
N-ggas 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-ck your fresh
Head shots n-gga f-ck your vests
F-ck the pig, no pork on my fork
Peace God cause you know a n-gga just went Ham

Hard As a Muthaf-cker,
Let these n-ggas know who I am
Yeah I’m ’bout to go HAM
Hard As a Muthaf-cker,
Let these n-ggas know who I am
Yeah I’m ’bout to go HAM

Primetime - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

(Jay-Z)
We in the time of our lives baby
Turn the music up, Primetime

Yeah, Primetime, Beat by Dion, Our third eon
That’s what the f**k we on
Mo’ money, 40 year old phenom
Our 15 minutes of fame has stretched beyond
At 42 be better than 24, I carried the 4-5, mastered 48 laws
Still wearing my 23’s they can’t f**k with the boy
As far as them 16’s, I’m 23 of it all
Primetime, riding that 6 deuce
That 9-11 I only subtract the roof
Started in 88’, Got warm in 92’, I landed in 96’
That’s the year I came through
I hit the club, ordered some Grey Goose
Switched it for Ciroc to give Puff’s stock a boost
New money, I found the fountain of youth
I’m headed to Miami to f**k up the Fontaine Bleu
A case of Ace, make it 2, Ni**a we rolling, beat the deuce
The night is young, what the f**k we gon’ do (ooh)

(Kanye West)
The night is young, what the f**k you wanna do, huh
The night is young, what the f**k we gon’ do, huh


The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh

Primetime, basking in the lime
Cassius in his prime, Coloring out of the line
Cause they don’t want nobody that’s colored out of the lines
So I’m late as a mother***er, colored people time
Damn Yeezy, they all gotta be dimes?
Well, Adam gave up a rib so mine better be prime
Ni**as gon kill me, I swear they better be lying
I never live in fear, I’m too out of my mind
Primetime, never hit these heights
I mean it’s like, it’s like our first 1st class flight
I’m trippin’ on it, socks on marble floors
I’m slippin’ on it, Champagne, I’m sippin’ on it
Sh*t taste different, don’t it?
You know what, you right
It’s like the best damn champagne I had in my life
“When you coming home” That’s a text from my wife
I told her, run a bubble bath
And float in that mother***er like a hovercraft
And soak in that mother***er til I call you back
I mean who says sh*t like that, and doesn’t laugh (un-huh)

The night is young, what the f**k you wanna do, huh
The night is young, what the f**k we gon’ do, huh
The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh

Made In America (Feat. Frank Ocean) - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

[Frank Ocean]
Sweet King Martin
Sweet Queen Coretta
Sweet Brother Malcolm
Sweet Queen Betty
Sweet Mother Mary
Sweet Father Joseph, Sweet Jesus

We made it in America
Sweet Baby Jesus, ooooh
Oh sweet baby Jesus
We made it in America

Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus, We made it in America
Sweet Baby Jesus, ooooh
Oh, Sweet Baby Jesus, We made it in America

[Verse 1 - Kanye West]
I told my mama I was on the come up
She said “you going to school I’ll give you a summer”
Then she met NO ID and gave me his number
10 years later she driving a Hummer
Niggas hustle every day for a beat from Ye
What I do? Turn around gave them beats to Jay
And I’m rapping on the beat they was supposed to buy
I guess I’m getting high off my own supply
Downtown mixing fabrics trying to find the magic
Started a little blog just to get some traffic


Old folks’ll tell you not to play in traffic
A million hits and the web crashes – damn!
South Park had them all laughing
Now all my niggas designing and we all swaggin’
Ignore the critics just to say we did it
This ain’t no fashion show, motherf-cker, we live it

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
I pledge allegiance, uh, to my Grandma
For that banana pudding, our piece of Americana
Our apple pie was supplied through Arm & Hammer
Straight out the kitchen, shh don’t wake Nana!
Built a republic, that still stands
I’m trying to lead a nation, to leave to my little man’s
Or my daughter, so I’m boiling this water
The scales was lopsided, I’m just restoring order
Hold up, here comes grandma, what’s up YaYa?
What’s that smell? Oh I’m just boiling some aqua
No papa, bad Santa
The streets raised me, pardon my bad manners
I got my liberty, chopping grams up
Street justice, I pray God understand us
I pledge allegiance to all the scramblers
This is the Star Spangled Banner

Why I Love You (Feat. Mr. Hudson) - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

Chorus – Mr Hudson
Oooooh
I love you so
But why I love you
I’ll never know (x4)

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 niggas 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 niggas 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
Fu*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

Chorus – Mr Hudson
I love you so
But why I love you
I’ll never know (x4)

Jay-Z (Kanye West)

Showed love to you niggas
You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it
I picked up the pieces, Before you swept on it

God damn this sh*t leaves a mess don’t it
Sh*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, huh?)
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 niggas lawyer fees)
And this is how ni**as rewardin me
(Damn)

Chorus – Mr Hudson

I love you so
But why I love you
I’ll never know (x4)

Jay-Z (Kanye West)

Bussin’ at me, b-b-b-bussin’ at me
But I’m bullet proof, b**ch 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 sh*t
Am I my brother’s keeper?
(Only if that ni**a don’t creep up)
Got a pistol under my pillow
(I’ve never been a deep sleeper)
P-p-p-paranoia
(Cause the nigga that said he’ll…)
Blast for ya (Is now…)
Blastin for ya, That’s an assassin for ya
(These niggas got a shot they’ll shoot)
Please lord (Forgive him)
For these ni**as (Not know) What they, (Do) (Ooh)

Murder To Excellence - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

(Jay-Z)
Bloody Murder, murder murder (x4)

(Kanye West)
The paper read murder, Black on black murder
The paper read murder, Black on black murder

(Jay-Z)
This is to the memory of Danroy Henry
Too much enemy fire to catch a friendly
Strays from the same shade, Ni**a we on the same team
Giving you respect, I expect the same thing
All black everything, Ni**a you know my fresh code
I’m out here fightin’ for you, Don’t increase my stress load
Ni**as watchin’ the throne, Very happy to be
Power to the people, When you see me, see you

(Kanye West)
And I’m from the murder capital, Where they murder for capital
Heard about at least 3 killings this afternoon
Lookin’ at the news like damn I was just with him after school,
No shop class but half the school got a tool,
And I could die any day type attitude
Plus his little brother got shot reppin’ his avenue
It’s time for us to stop and re-define black power
41 souls murdered in 50 hours

The paper read murder, Black on black murder,
The paper read murder, Black on black murder again
Murder again…

Is it genocide?
Cause I can still hear his momma cry, Know the family traumatized
Shots left holes in his face, Bout piranha-size
The old pastor closed the cold casket
And said the church ain’t got enough room for all the tombs
It’s a war going on outside we ain’t safe from
I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
314 soldiers died in Iraq
509 died in Chicago

(Jay-Z)
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Real niggas just multiply
And they say 21 I was supposed to die
So I’m out here celebratin’ my post demise

If you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival
You gon’ end up pulling down niggas that look just like you
What up blood? What up cuz?
It’s all black, I love us

(Kanye West)
The paper read murder, Black on black murder again

(Jay-Z)
It’s a celebration of black excellence
Black tie, black Maybachs
Black excellence, opulence, decadence
Tuxes next to the president, I’m present
I dress in Dries and other boutique stores in Paris
In sheepskin coats, I silence the lamb
Do you know who I am Clarice?
No cheap cologne whenever I “shh-shh”
Success never smelled so sweet, I stink of success
The new black elite They say my black card bear the mark of the beast
I repeat, My religion is the beat
My verse is like church, My Jesus piece Now please, domino, domino
Only spot a few blacks the higher I go
What’s up to Will, Shoutout to O
That ain’t enough, We gon need a million more
Kick in the door, Biggie flow
I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go

(Kanye West)
Yea it’s all messed up when it’s nowhere to go
So we won’t take the time out til we reach the T O P
From paroles to hold G’s, sold keys, low keys
We like the promised land of the OG’s
In the past if you picture events like a black tie
What the last thing you expect to see, black guys
What’s the life expectancy for black guys?
The system’s working effectively, that’s why
I’ll be a real man and take care of your son
Every problem you had before this day is now done
New crib, watch a movie
Cause ain’t nothin on the news but the blues
Hit the mall, pick up some Gucci
Now ain’t nothin new but your shoes
Sunday morning, Praise the Lord
You the girl that Jesus had been saving me for
So let’s savor this moment, And take it to the floor
Black excellence, Truly yours

Who's Gonna Stop Me - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Til I die I’mma f***in ball
Now who gon stop me?
Who gon stop me huh?
Who gon stop me?
Who gon stop me huh?

(Jay-Z)
Black cards, black cars, Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that’s for?

(Kanye West)
Who gon stop me huh?

(Jay-Z & Kanye West)
Who gon stop me huh?

(Jay-Z)
Who gon stop me?
No brakes, I need, State Farm
So many watches I need 8 arms
One neck but got 8 charms

(Jay-Z & Kanye West)
Who gon stop me huh?

(Kanye West)
Niggaas talkin, they b**ch made, Ix-nay off my dicks-nay
That’s pig latin, itch-bay
Who gon stop me huh?
Last night ain’t go so well
Got kicked up out the hotel
Got a little freaky like Marvin Albert
Yes! Tell Howard Cosell
You just a commentator, If you getting paper
Everybody I know from the hood got common haters
In some relations, You just supposed to say none
Heard she f***ed the doorman
Well that’s cool I f***ed the waitress
Heard Yeezy was racist, Well, I guess that’s on one basis
I only like green faces

This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Til I die I’mma f***in ball

Now who gon stop me?
Who gon stop me huh?
Who gon stop me?
Who gon stop me huh?

(Jay-Z)
Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that’s for

(Kanye West)
Yall weed purple, My money purple
Yall Steve Urkel, I’m Oprah circle

I wrote the verse, That I hope will hurt you

(Jay-Z)
Who gone stop me huh?
Beat the odds, Best the Feds
It wouldn’t be wise, To bet against the kid
Start me broke, I bet I get rich
Night shift, 6 to 6
Gimmie one shot, One pot
I’ll show up in all white, Wearing no socks
No ceiling, New coupe
They know I’m a dope boy
They don’t have no proof
I’m 3 steps removed, I know how to move
It’s looking like, I don’t know how to lose
I’m winning again, I’m at the Wynn
I’m at the table, I’m gambling,
Lucky lefty, I expect a 7,
I went through hell, I’m expecting heaven, I’m owed,
I’m throwed And I stuck to the G-code,
I’m here, Oh yeah, I promise I ain’t going nowhere,
Ok here, Like a hare, Like a rabbit, I like karats
I’m allergic to having bunny ears,
Like broke, Like nope, Like ha,
I ain’t no joke, I can’t be stopped
Like nope, Like nope
To the beat Noah…

2 seats in the 911 No limit on the black card
Told yall I was gonna go HAM, To the ocean was my backyard
No lies in my verses, Please pardon all the curses
Sh*t gotta come some way, F**k, when you growing up worthless
Middle finger to my old life, Special shout out to my old head
If it wasn’t for your advice, A ni**a would have been so dead
I’m living life, Til these niggas kill me
Turn this up, If these ni**as feel me
I’m riding dirty, Trying to get filthy
Pabalo Picasso, Rothkos, Rilkes
Graduated to the MOMA
And I did all of this, Without a diploma
Graduated from the corner
Yall can play me
For a mother***in fool if you wanna,
Street smart, And I’m book smart
Could have been a chemist, Cause I cook smart
Only thing that can stop me is me, And I’mma stop when the hook start
Hold up

(Kanye West)
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the lord
Til I die, I’mma f***in ball

Now who gon stop me?
Who gon stop me huh?
Who gon stop me?
Who gon stop me huh?

(Jay-Z)
Black cards, black cars
Black on black, black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that’s for

Welcome To The Jungle - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

[Swizz]
Welcome to the jungle
Welcome to the jungle well (x2)

(Kanye West)
I asked her where she wanna be when she 25.
She turned around and looked at me and said “alive”

(Swizz)
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well

(Jay-Z)
Black Axl Rose, Move halfs and wholes
Come down to the jungle, Just ask for Hov
Move blocks and squares, Move apples and pears
Work pots and pans, Just to cop me some Airs
My uncle died, My Daddy did too
Paralyzed by the pain, I can barely move
My nephew gone, My heart is torn
Sometimes I look to the sky, Ask why I was born
My faith in God, Every day is hard
Every night is worse, That’s why I pray so hard

(Kanye West)
Why I pray so hard, This is crazy God
Just when I thought I had everything, I lost it all
So que sera, Get a case of Syrah

Let it chase the pain, Before it goes too far

(Jay-Z)
My dreams is big, Reality set in
Let off a clip from a automatic weapon,
Through shots in the door, it died in Vegas
Though it fought so hard, I knew it wouldn’t make it
I’m a tortured soul, I live in disguise
Rest in peace to the leader of the Jackson 5
I died in my sleep, I’m still Big Pimpin
I ball at the mall, Beginning of the ending
Where the f*ck is the sun?
It’s been a while, Momma, look at ya son
What happened to my smile?
My tears is tatted My rag in my pocket
I’m just looking for love, I know somebody got it
Champagne for the pain, Weed for the low
God damn I’m so high, Where the f*ck did I go?
I’m losing myself, I’m stuck in the moment
I look in the mirror, My only opponent
Where the f*ck is the press? Where the f*ck is the Pres?
Either they know or don’t care I’m f**king depressed
No crying in public, Just lying to judges
Risking my life, I’m already dying, so f*ck it well

(Swizz)
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle well
Goddammit!

That's My Bitch - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

[Kanye West]
Hello, can I speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are
Look, you had no idea what ya dealing with
Something on some of this realest sh-t
Something, something
Yeah. thats my b-tch

Thats my bitch
Sh-shorty right there
Thats my bitch
Thats my bitch

[Chorus - Elly Jackson]
I’ve been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high

[Kanye West]
I paid for them titties, get your own
It aint safe in the city, watch the throne
You say I care more about them basquion’s, basquiats
She learning a new word, its yacht
Blew the World up as soon as I hit the club with her
Too Short called, told me “I fell in love with her”
Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers
And some lesbians that never loved n-ggas
Twisted love story True Romance
Mary Magdalene from a pole dance
I’m a freak huh, rock star life
The second girl with us, thats our wife
Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle
Who’s the new old perv thats tryna play second fiddle
No disrespect, I’m not tryna belittle
But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle

[Chorus - Elly Jackson]
I’ve been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high

Silly little vixen, mixes ’til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

[Jay-Z]
Go harder than a n-gga for a n-gga go figure
Told me “keep my own money” if we ever did split up
How can somethin’ so gangsta be so pretty in pictures?
With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers
Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her
Thats right n-gga Mona Lisa can’t fade her
I mean Marilyn Monroe, she’s quite nice
But why all the pretty icons always all white
Back to my Beyonces
You deserve 3 stacks for the Andre
Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums
You belong in Vintage clothes watching the whole building
You belong with n-ggas who used to be known for dope dealing
You too dope for any of those civilians
Now shoot trigga, stop looking at her tits
Get ya own dog, ya heard
Thats my bitch

[Chorus]
I’ve been waiting for a long long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life
And live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high

Silly little vixen, mixes ’til morning
Not swerving, oh, yeah
Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion
Stop motion, ooh, yeah

[Kanye West]
You have no idea what you’re dealing with
Something on some of this realest sh-t
Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth
Something, something, yeah

That’s my bitch, That’s my bitch
Sh-shorty right there? That’s my bitch
That’s my bitch

New Day - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

[Kanye West]

Yeah, uh
(Sun in the sky)
(You know how I feel)
Me and the RZA connect
(Breeze driftin’ on by)
Yeah, me and the RZA connect
(Breeze driftin’ on by)
(It’s a new life for me)
(For me, for me)
(Oooh, oooh)
(And I’m feelin’ good)

And I’ll never let my son have an ego
He’ll be nice to everyone, wherever we go
I mean, I might even make ‘em be Republican
So everybody know he love white people
And I’ll never let ‘em leave his college girlfriend
And get caught up with the groupies in the whirlwind
And I’ll never let ‘em ever hit the telethon
I mean even if people dyin’ and the world ends
See, I just want ‘im to have an easy life, not like Yeezy life
Just want ‘im to be someone people like
Don’t want ‘im to be hated, all the time judged
Don’t be like your daddy that would never budge
And I’ll never let ‘im ever hit a strip club
I learned the hard way, that ain’t the place to get love
And I’ll never let his mom move to L.A.
Knowin’ she couldn’t take the pressure, now we all pray

(Sun in the sky)
(You know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin’ on by)
(Breeze driftin’ on by)
(It’s a new life for me)
Me and the RZA connect
(For me, for me)
Me and the RZA connect (Oooh, oooh)

(And I’m feelin’ good)

[Jay-Z]
Sorry junior, I already ruined ya
‘Cause you ain’t even alive, paparazzi pursuin’ ya
Sins of a father make yo’ life ten times harder
I just wanna take ya to a barber
Bondin’ on charters, all the shit that I never did
Teach ya good values, so you cherish it
Took me 26 years to find my path
My only job is cuttin’ the time in half
So at 13 we’ll have our first drink together
Black bar mitzvahs, mazel tov, mogul talk
Look a man dead in his eyes
So he know you talk truth when you speak it, give your word, keep it
And if the day comes I only see him on the weekend
I just pray we was in love on the night that we conceived him
Promise to never leave him even if his mama tweakin’
Cause my dad left me and I promise never repeat him
Never repeat him, never repeat him

(Sun in the sky)
(You know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin’ on by)
(Breeze driftin’ on by)

(It’s a new life for me)
(For me, for me)
(Oooh, oooh)
(And I’m feelin’ good)

(Sun in the sky, you know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin’ on by, you know how I feel)
(Breeze driftin’ on by, you know how I feel)
(It’s a new life for me)
(It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day)
(It’s a new life for me)
(Oooh, oooh)
(And I’m feelin’…)
(Birds flyin’ high, you know how I feel)

Gotta Have It - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

Kanye West

Turn my headphones up
Louder
Uh-huh, uh-huh

(What you need, what, what you need)
(What you need, what, what you need)
Oh (I got what you need)

LOLOLOL to White America, assassinate my character
Money matrimony, yeah, they tryna break the marriage up
Who gon’ act phonier? Who gon’ try to embarrass ya?
I’ma need a day off, I think I’ll call Ferris up

Jay-Z

Bueller had a Mueller, but I switched it for a Mille
‘Cause I’m richer, and prior to this shit was movin’ freebase

Kanye West (Jay-Z)

Had a conference with the DJs (Yeah), Puerto Rico three-days
(Parlay with them GDs, now they got our shit on replay)
Sorry I’m in pajamas, but I just got off the PJ
And last party we had, they shut down Prive
(Ain’t that where the Heat play?) Yep (Niggas hate ballers these days)
Ain’t that like LeBron James? (Ain’t that just like D-Wade)
(Wait)

(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need, what, what you)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need)
(Wassup, wassup, wassup, wassup)

Jay-Z (Kanye West)

Wassup, ma’fucka, where my money at?
You gon’ make me come down to your house where yo’ mummy at
Mummy wrap the kids, have ‘em cryin’ for they mummy back
Dummy that your daddy is, tell ‘em I just want my racks
(Racks on racks on racks) Racks
(Maybachs on bachs on bachs on bachs on bachs) Who in that?
(Oh shit, it’s just blacks on blacks on blacks)
(Hundred stack) How you get it? (Nigga, layin’ raps on tracks)
I wish I could give you this feelin’, I’m planking on a million
I’m riding through yo’ hood, you can bank I ain’t got no ceiling
(Made a left on Nostrand Ave.) Right (We in Bed Stuy)
Made a right on 79th, I’m coming down South Shore Drive
(I remain Chi-town) Brooklyn ‘til I die

(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(Take ‘em on home)
(What you need, what, what you need)
(I got what you need, what, what you need)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(Take ‘em on home, take ‘em on home…)
(Tryna hurt my name, huh?)

Otis (Feat. Otis Redding) - Kanye and Jay-Z

[Otis Redding]
It makes it easier, easier to bear
You won’t be ready, no, no
No, girl they won’t forget it
Love is their home
Happiness yeah
Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don’t tease her
Never leave her

[Jay-Z]
Sounds so soulful don’t you agree
I invented swag
Poppin bottles putting supermodels in the cab
Proof
I guess I got my swagger back
Truth: new watch alert, Hublot’s
Or the big face Rollie I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow
Cock back, snap back
See my cut through the holes

[Kanye West]
Damn Yeezy and Hov,
Where the hell ya been?
Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond ‘em
Now I’m bout to make them tuck they whole summer in
They say I’m crazy, well, I’m ’bout to go dumb again
They aint see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch and up again

[Jay-Z]
Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth
I’m ’bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live form the Mercer


Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya
Flee in the G450 I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports
I’m never going to jail

[Kanye West]
I made “Jesus Walks” I’m never going to hell
Couture level flow, it’s never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain’t ‘customed to going through Customs, you ain’t been nowhere, huh?
And all the ladies in the house, got ‘em showing off
I’m done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa!

[Jay-Z]
Welcome to Havana
Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas
Viva Mexico, Cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes, wit’ no benefits
Not bad huh? For some immigrants
Build your fences, we diggin’ tunnels
Can’t you see? We gettin’ money up under you

[Kanye]
Can’t you see the private jets flyin’ over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read “What would Hova do?”
Jay is chillin’, ‘Ye is chillin’
What more can I say? We killin’ ‘em
Hold up, before we end this campaign
As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames
Lord, please let them accept the things they can’t change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne

Niggas In Paris - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

[Jay-Z]
So I ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
But first ni**as gotta find me
What’s 50 grand to a muhf*kaa like me
Can you please remind me?
This sh*t crazy
Ya’ll don’t know that don’t sh*t phase me
The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at you like this sh*t gravy Ball so hard, This sh*t weird
We ain’t even spose to be here,
Ball so hard, Since we here
It’s only right that we be fair
Psycho, I’m liable to be go Michael
Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6
Got a broke clock, Rolleys that don’t tick tok
Audemars that losing time, Hidden behind all these big rocks I’m shocked too, I’m supposed to be locked up too
If you escaped what I’ve escaped
You’d be in Paris getting f*cked up too
Let’s get faded, Le Meurice for like 6 days
Gold bottles, scold models, Spillin’ Ace on my sick J’s
B**ch behave, Just might let you meet Ye,
Chi towns D. Rose, I’m movin’ the Nets to BK

[Hook]
Ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
That sh*t crazy (x6)

[Kanye West]
She said Ye can we get married at the mall?
I said look you need to crawl ‘fore you ball
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall
And show me why you deserve to have it all
That sh*t crazy, Ain’t it Jay?
What she order, fish filet
Your whip so cold, this old thing Act like you’ll ever be around muhf***as like this again
Bougie girl, grab her hand
F**k ol girl she don’t wanna dance

Excuse my French but I’m in France (I’m just sayin)
Prince William’s ain’t do it right if you ask me
Cause if I was him I would have married Kate &a Ashley
What’s Gucci my ni**a?
What’s Louie my killa?
What’s drugs my deala?
What’s that jacket, Margiela?
Doctors say I’m the illest
Cause I’m suffering from realness
Got my niggas in Paris
And they going gorillas, huh!

[Jay-Z]
Ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me
Ball so hard muhf*ckas wanna fine me

[Kanye West]
You are now watching the throne
Don’t let me get in my zone (x3)
These other niggaas is lyin
Actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

[Jay-Z]
I got that hot bitch in my home

[Kanye West]
You know how many hot b**ches I own
Don’t let me in my zone (x4)
The stars is in the building
They hands is to the ceiling
I know I’m bout to kill it
How you know, I got that feeling
You are now watching the throne
Don’t let me into my zone (x2)

[Jay-Z & Kanye West]
I’m definitely in my zone

Lift Off (Feat. Beyonce) - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

[Beyonce]
We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars

[Kanye West]
(Lift off)
Lift off, takin’ my coat off
Showin’ my tattooes, I’m such a showoff (Huh?)
I feel the pain and then rolled off
I got the whole city, they about to go off
How many niggas wit’ me up in the neon?
How many people wanna roll a Neon?
Not givin’ you no ’99, you know me by now
Know me, know me by now

[Beyonce]
We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars
(Lift off, ahh, ahh)

Not givin’ you no ’99, you know me by now


Know me, know me by now
You know, know me by now
Know me, know me by now

[Jay-Z]
Lift off
Represent, Watch The Throne, nigga’ll be pissed off
Earth is boring to ‘im, shit is makin’ my dick soft
When your every heart is bein’ rich and then you hit a big wall
If I fall, 3, 2, we need fuel, lift off

[Beyonce]
We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I’m supercharged
I’m ’bout to take this whole thing to Mars

Now we gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars
You don’t know what we been through to make it this far
So many scars
‘Bout to take this whole thing to Mars

(20 seconds and counting)
(T-minus 15 seconds, guidance is internal)
(12, 11, 10, 9)
(Ignition sequence start)
(6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
(Zero, all engine running)
(Lift off, we have a liftoff)

(We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars)
(We gon’ take it to the moon, take it to the stars)
(How many people you know can take it this far?)
(Take it to the stars)
(How many people you know can take it this far?)
(Now we gon’, now we gon’, now we gon’…)

No Church In the Wild (Feat. Frank Ocean) - Kanye and Jay-Z Lyrics

[Frank Ocean]

Human being to the mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild

[Jay-Z]

Tears on the mauseoleum floor
Blood stains the coliseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rollin’ in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I’m hidin’ from police
Cocaine seats
All white like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I’m wonderin’ if a thug’s prayers reach
Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, “Whose bias do y’all seek?”
All for Plato, screech
I’m out here ballin’, I know ya’ll hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats
Preach

[Frank Ocean]

Human being to the mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild



[The-Dream]
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me into your encryption

[Kanye West]

Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra
I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there’s permission’
And deception is the only felony
So never f-ck nobody wit’out tellin’ me
Sunglasses and Advil
Last night was mad real
Sun comin’ up, 5 a.m.
I wonder if they got cabs still
Thinkin’ ’bout the girl in all-leopard
Who was rubbin’ the wood like Kiki Shepard
Two tattooes, one read “No Apologies”
The other said “Love is cursed by monogamy”
That’s somethin’ that the pastor don’t preach
That’s somethin’ that a teacher can’t teach
When we die, the money we can’t keep
But we prolly spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t cheap
Preach

[Frank Ocean]

Human being to the mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?

Will he make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild