Jay-Z said "No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun"

[Drip Bayless]

Add to the fact that the White on White murder rate is 80% and there's 6x as many white ppl in America as black

You might be joking, but, my point stands

To a point, it's just music and lyrics

I ain’t the one you gotta make the point to
I was just playing though ain’t mean to de-rail your thread, just pointing out Coli hypocrisy

 

[-DMP-]

I run the block, pull up in a drop
Push up on my money, I'm in great shape, dunny
I keep jacks jumping, 36 sets
Like a personal trainer, I teach coke to stretch
I pump in Roc sweats, all-white trainers
The ghetto's Billy Blanks,
I show you nikkas what PAIN is
Maintain your stamina, Hov will damage ya
Spot you two rhymes, y'all nikkas is amateurs
The fifth, a deadlift
If nikkas don't wanna get shot,
then y'all nikkas better squat
I drop your set for rep
No need to hit the showers,
the spit from the fifth leave you WET!!

- Jay-Z (Lyrical Excersize)

Gun Talk Hov so DIFFERENT smh

Motherfukkers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
'Cause whether you're for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions
Everybody goes, everybody knows
The weapons I possess? They're not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See, once I flash, motherfukkers better do the one shot dash
Or be one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the
Drive by to your hood, screaming "Bye-bye" to you
Why would you fukk with me knowing I put you
Six feet deep and them nikkas could die with you?
Cock the hot pistol, then pop the hot pistol
And promise you only one thing: I will not miss you
Jay-Hova, know the God that served ya
'Cause dead or alive when I arrive, it's murder!

 

[DontEemTry]

You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin'
And I only use his waist to keep my Glock in
But when shyt goes down you know who's doing the poppin'
And if you don't know, guess who's doin' the droppin'

 

[Trajan]

Yo, the summer's 'bout to get hot
nikkas home from jail and they plottin'
Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top
The Continental T, got 'em resentin' me
God I work hard, please don't envy me
I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard
I can recall a year ago I almost lost this job
All y'all remember is the part about me parkin' the hard
What about all them days I was walkin' my dogs
Barkin' at broads, but they never hollered back
And if they did all they said was, "Where them dollars at?"
Imagine, bein' skinny growin' up around brolic cats
The quiet assassin demeanor of them college cats
Until I got a gat and loudly start poppin' back
Round the way, nikkas called me Bobby Boucher
Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to Jay
How y'all gon' stick me up, take my jewels away
Pull out your gat, car jack me, take my cruise away
Well I got news for y'all fools today

 

[Trajan]

Pre-corporate, Vol 3 era Jay >>>>

Effortlessly arrogant. He was grimey as fukk too lol


Who got 'em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck?
Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin' up
Who shyt is big pimpin'? See the flow different
I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip 'em
I keep rappers talkin' to kids, Jigga Sixth Sense'd 'em
Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence

 

[Heavy_Handz]

You 'bout to witness the most intelligent ignorant shyt
You gonna hear in the miserable life that you livin; I hope that you diggin it
I ain't no dif-fer-ent from any nikka livin in the hood
Whose attitude is "I wish a nikka would"
Your fam might as well kiss you goodbye, they'll miss you for good
No more Mr. Nice Guy, listen to the hook
PUT IT IN THE AIR! Homey I'll put you in the air
Feel the fury of a feather trigger nikka if you near
The I gets sparked, Allah-u Akbar
Can't even save you I will break you what you high on puff?
I kill nikkas with my own thoughts
Yeah I'm guilty as charged, nikka it's my own fault
Homey you walkin through hell with nylon socks, my nine pump cough
I'll make you wind up in the basement with DJ Satan
Your boy got the crown nikka, my replacement ain't been born yet
Y'all realize this ain't a song yet?

 

[tybo]

But my mind's like a flower in bloom
Peep how my eyes just scour the room
I'm alert, plus I paid the clerk I got it laid out
You think you the first nikka I played out, in a 2 hotel town?Come on now,
I peep your Lexus at you
Left the exit got some nikkas on that side of that town
Money well invested, rudely interrupted
Jamaican accent (boy you know who you dun fukked with?)
A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with?
I'm done talking, back up and clap them, one in the abdomen
Do me a favor dude, get two ice cubes I pass them
Take that ice up, for the nicest MC
And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable
Friend or foe biotch!!!!

GODLY FLOW!!!!

 

[Easy-E]

Motherfukkers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
'Cause whether you're for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions
Everybody goes, everybody knows
The weapons I possess? They're not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See, once I flash, motherfukkers better do the one shot dash
Or be one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the
Drive by to your hood, screaming "Bye-bye" to you
Why would you fukk with me knowing I put you
Six feet deep and them nikkas could die with you?
Cock the hot pistol, then pop the hot pistol
And promise you only one thing: I will not miss you
Jay-Hova, know the God that served ya
'Cause dead or alive when I arrive, it's murder!

This Jay didn't sound out of place rapping on the same song as DMX (RIP) talk greeee-zzzeeee



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I'm bugging, that's Murdergram with just Ja, not It's Murda with Ja and X

 

[Bolzmark]

A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with?
I'm done talking, back up and clap them, one in the abdomen
Do me a favor dude, get two ice cubes I pass them
Take that ice up, for the nicest MC
And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable
Friend or foe biotch!!!!

GOAT bars referencing a dead rapper IMO

 

[jaguar paw]

We live from the 7-1-8
Got my chick in the DMV at this very second runnin' your plate
2 knocks on your door
One gun in your face
2 Blocks of C4
I put one in your safe
Place the safe in the bath tub I got one prior
You better hope this money don't catch fire
You so soft
no mask
no rope
one clip
and I
Let this nikka run around untied
I swear to god, you know the type that talk loud
But nikka's white cloud, soft as a baby's bottom
You know Jay Z's spot him
I haven't heard him in a while
And you know how come? This little fakkit in the corner dialing 911
Snatched the phone get a grip dog you supposed to be thug
What you telling the cop huh? I'm taking your money and drugs
In the underworld we take care of beef ourself
And another thing yo we police ourself
Either you follow the codes or don’t sell cocaine
This life will swallow you whole so get out the game
Go to church every Sunday nikka and pray hard
Drug dealer ? (haha) don't quit your day job

 

[JA_Carter]

Was literally just listening to this album. The entire Vol series doesn’t get the love they deserve. Other than Reasonable Doubt they are Jay at his peak lyrically

 

[Dad]

 

[JayStarwind]

I run the block, pull up in a drop
Push up on my money, I'm in great shape, dunny
I keep jacks jumping, 36 sets
Like a personal trainer, I teach coke to stretch
I pump in Roc sweats, all-white trainers
The ghetto's Billy Blanks,
I show you nikkas what PAIN is
Maintain your stamina, Hov will damage ya
Spot you two rhymes, y'all nikkas is amateurs
The fifth, a deadlift
If nikkas don't wanna get shot,
then y'all nikkas better squat
I drop your set for rep
No need to hit the showers,
the spit from the fifth leave you WET!!

- Jay-Z (Lyrical Excersize)

Gun Talk Hov so DIFFERENT smh

Song has one of my favorite Jay lines.
Jigga Man is diesel when I lift the eight up

 

[BlackXCL]

I dip, squat, then post up with the toast up
I bring beef to a closure, know something?
From Coxsackie to Folsom, I'm loathsome
I scream out, "fukk the world," then I throw something
nikkas scheming hard, but fukk it, it's the God
I leave bullets lodged, leave you leaning on your broad
The R pump leave you fukked up in your car
Slumped, Kennedy-style with your memory out
What the fukk y'all want? Daddy-o with the Calico
Let the gatty blow, leave you bleeding on your patio
I leave rivals on they back, looking up at the sky blue
Not only do I leave you I hide you
I before you, X and Ja Rule
Death before dishonor, now and prior to
Boss man, fire you, expire you
Me die before you? You liar, you
nikkas is dead off the hits I approve
shyt, I got the feds wearin' riot suits
Y'all nikkas don't listen, whether streets or in prison
When we find 'em, we twist 'em, nikkas waking up missing
Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it
(It's murda) Murder Incorporated
(It's murda) In crime we all related
(It's murda) You nikkas see if y'all can fade it

 

[mrjoncampbell]

Hey yo, n!ggas wanna drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk

Foot on the floor, back on the wall, good with the pump
Blast through your stomach, stupid, you can look through your lunch

Is this what you want? N!ggas that's clappin that priest
Runnin the streets, lawless, blastin police
nikka



Stickin Furby's out the window, snatchin your niece
And nah, we don't just rap we clap you past the seats

Me with the twin eagle, B. Sigel and Bleek
And I got the whole city ready to throw toast wit' me
I'm loved, n!ggas wanna throw slugs with Jigga
All they, need is a reason to show love for Jigga
N!ggas wanna go back to back, till both of our gats clack
Till we reload in three seconds flat, I'm back
N!ggas aim at ya hat till we entered through ya shoulder
And we exit out ya back, gangsta