: [Jay-Z Talking] Thank you, thank you very much For comin' out this evening [Verse 1] Thank you, Thank you, Thank you You're far too kind Hold you
gon' run this town tonight (Uh, wassup) Is who gon' run this town tonight (Yeah, wassup, yeah) We gon' run this town [Verse 1: Jay-Z] We are, yeah, I
one On to the next one On to the next one On to the next one Hold up, freeze Somebody bring me back some money please, [Jay-Z] Hov on that new shit
Your boys jeans to tight Your colors to bright Your vocie to light I might wear black for a year streight I might bring back vacazti shades This ain't for z
: [Jay-Z Talking] Blueprint trios [Verse 1] Yeah Yeah What we talkin' bout real shit? Or we talkin' bout ryhmes You talkin' bout millions Or you talking
and we off that, Cause you can't bring the future back, Tell n-ggas top get off me, Cris we off that, Timbs we off that, Rims we off that, [Jay-Z:] Yeah
Ying to my Yang, I skeet skeet off, I hits it from the back, Shawty like the front, The Bonnie to my Clyde, Both riding shotgun, Both covered in gold like C3
do out of Neww Yooorrrrkkk These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Let's hear it for New York, New York, Neeeew Yooorrrkkkk [Verse 3: Jay-Z
on the Westside highway, top down baby, F-ck y'all The motivation for me was them telling me what I couldn't be, Oh well, [Jay-Z:] This a special dedication
: (feat. Kanye West) [Jay-Z] Haters, haters, snitch haters! And I made myself so easy to love Yeah, yeah [Kanye West] How much they hate it, very Cause
forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever and ever Forever young I wanna be Forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever, forever [Jay-Z
: (feat. Kid Cudi) [Jay-Z:] Jay-Z, Hova, You either love me or leave me alone [x3] [Chorus: Kid Cudi] Oh they want me to fall (fall), Fall from the
] Clap for em, clap for em, clap for em [Jay-Z] Everyday a star is born [J. Cole] Clap for em, clap for em, clap for em [Jay-Z] Hey, [Jay-Z] I seen Mase
: All rhymers with Alzheimers line up please, All mommies with mind freeze please line up please, All bloggers with comments, Please I come in peace,
3] [Jay-Z] A hundred million to the good and I'm still talkin' yayo At a snails pace I won this race that y?all trail Uh, uh, Blueprint's for sale Followin
Yeah, yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
Feel it comin' in the air And the screams from everywhere I'm addicted to the thrill It's a dangerous love affair Can't be scared when it goes down Got
The Ying to my Yang, I skeet skeet off In a salt-n-pepper back, shorty like the front The Bonnie to my Clyde, both ridin' shotgun Both covered in gold, like C-3
