Jay-Z - Squeeze 1st Lyrics
Uh, yeah, mmmmWilliam h. niggasHolla, yeah, yoHook:Thats why i, squeeze first ask quesions lastThats how most of these so called gangstas passI, squeeze first ask questions lastCuz when I pull up, always pop, thats why Im livin today[jigga]Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya downWhen I greet ya, meet ya with poundNot the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wakeThe kind that put land over your faceI pop ya, let doctors stitch yaI-n-f-r-a, will not miss yaI move light, like my shoes too tightLeave niggas confused from the day to the nightAt night, see the light, when the pistols sparkinDaytime it gets dark when that pistol barkinI keep cash case cops arrest mecase kids kidnap me, kids could get back meYou shall repent fore you spend a red centIf not, you somebody up close to sinThou shalt not ***** with raw me, or heFace a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correyCarter, rap harder like Im part of a cultLike cuban cigar maker cept Im hard to smokeAnd yall choke mother*****ersHook[jigga]I said thou shalt not ***** with raw me, or heFace a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correyCarter, rap harder like Im part of a cultLike cuban cigar maker cept Im hard to smokeThou shalt not ***** with raw me, or heFace a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correyCarter, rap harder like Im part of a cultLike cuban cigar maker cept Im hard to smokeAnd yall choke niggasHook[jigga]Yall dont understandI said thou shalt not ***** with raw me, or heFace a thousand deaths from mr. shawn correyCarter, rap harder like Im part of a cultLike cuban cigar maker cept Im hard to smokeYall choke niggasHook[jigga]See when Im low in digits, I push blow in a blizzardIm a player for real, I post and pivotCoke distribute, be where the ghostes visitWhere the demons live, shit my scene is vividSqueamish kids, yall get the ***** outta this verseIts about to get so obscene in a minuteI seen and live it, I did some things I admit itWasnt proud of it, but I was a child ***** itKept a pow tucked in a brown beltCouldnt sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvisShit it was either that or be livin wit elvisNiggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard xWanted to tell God that I dont deserve thisWas afraid that hed tell me I deserve lessMy life was nervous, you havent heard stressTil you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her dramaTold her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the dayAnd before she could say jay...I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentalityMen gotta do men things for men salaryBad boy, not puff or mike lowery, damn b.i.g. woulda been proud of meAhh shit man...Young hova ya heard?Who could ***** wit him?
