Jay-Z - My 1st Song Lyrics
[Notorious B.I.G. interview]I'm just, tryin to stay above water y'knowJust stay busy, stay workinPuff told me like, the key to this jointThe key to staying, on top of thingsis treat everything like it's your first project, knahmsayin?Like it's your first day like back when you was an internLike, that's how you try to treat things like, just stay hungry[Verse One: Jay-Z]Uhh, uhh, yes, yesY'all wanna know, why he don't stopY'all wanna know, why he don't flopLet me tell you pe-eople whyCame from the bottom of the block IWhen I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shitHad to pull the opposite out this *****Had to get my ri-ide onEyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had toHad to had to get these chipsHad to make moves like OlajuwonStarted out sellin dimes and nicksGraduated to a brickNo exaggeration, my infatuation with the stripLegendary like a schoolboyCrushin merely nearly every every chickHeavy shit - that's how schoolboy got whippedAnd got left on some "Just +Me, Myself and I+"On some Trugoy shitHad your boys threw place up, to a place of no returnHad to play with fire and get burnedOnly way the boy ever gon' learnHad to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turnNow I'm on top in the spot that I earned[Chorus]It's my life - it's my pain and my struggleThe song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thingTreat my first like my last, and my last like my firstAnd my thirst is the same as - when I cameIt's my joy and my tears and the laughter it brings to meIt's my ev-ery-thing[Verse Two: Jay-Z]Like I never rode in a limoLike I just dropped flows to a demoLike it's ninety-two again andAnd I got O's in the rentalBack in the Stu' again, no prob' livin was a whole lot simplerWhen you think back, you thought thatyou would never make it this far, then youtake advantage of the luck you handedOr the talent, you been givenAin't no, half steppin, ain't no, no slippinAin't no different from a block that's hiddenGotta get it while the getting's goodGotta strike while the iron's hot, 'fore you stopThen you gotta bid it, good riddanceGoodbye, this is my second major breakupMy first was, with a pagerWith a hooptie, a cookpot, and the GAMEThis one's with the stool, with the stage, with the fortuneMaybe not the fortune, but certainly the FAME[Chorus]It's my life - my pain and my struggleThe song that I sing to you it's my ev-ery-thingTreat my first like my last, and my last like my firstAnd my thirst is the same as - when I cameIt's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to meIt's my ev-ery-thingTreat my first like my last, and my last like my firstAnd my thirst like the first song I sang[Outro: Jay-Z]Woo! It's like the blues - we gon' ride out on this oneTa-tah, be-hahYo Hah, 'member you was makin them dashesfor them niggaa at radio and shit?Clark Kent, that was good lookin out niggaCarlene - who ever thought we'd make it this far homey?Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin? Lenny SDame whattup? Robbin the bankNiggaz thought we was crazy man, 'member uhhYou had that *****ed up ass handwritinYou was writin all the numbers that we was spendin nowfor the videos we was doin ourselves, whattup?Original Flavor, your accountant was crazy wrong and shitBut we we still put it togetherBigs, whassup? 'Member we went to St. Thomas and uhBut y'all my nizzle, your dog peed on homey leg and shitat his crib - I think that was RudyAnd they was havin a lil trouble with the poolYou and Ta-tah was laughinEmory was there, whattup Emory? What up Ta?Hip-Hop, whattup man?Ay, ay Hobb, you ain't, you ain't have no uhhYou ain't have no muh'*****in seat on your, on your bicycleNow you uhh, the head of black musicThat's what I'm talkin bout right there homey - G, whattup G?Yessir, e'rybody in the RocHey Guru, I know you spoiled manI be takin them shits in one takeYou gon' have to punch niggaz shit, STICK IT, you gon' be tightOG One, whattup?I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole processBut it's all good - whassup Dash?My whole family, my nephew, cousin Angie, whassup? Te-Tee(B, B, B, B) Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that?Bob Allah, rest in peaceMy pops, rest in peace (Sup A.J.?)Biggie Smalls, rest in peaceUh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uhNigga, I'm bout to go golfin manAy, I might even have me a cappuccino, ***** it!I'm goin somewhere nice where no mosquitos at niggaHolla at me - it's your boy!
