Jay-Z - Success Lyrics
(feat. Nas)[jay-z:]I Got These Niggas Breezy, Don't Worry About ItLet That ***** Breathe!I Used To Give A *****, Now I Give A ***** LessWhat Do I Think Of SuccessIt Sucks Too Much To StressI Guess I Blew Up Quick, Cause Friends I Grew Up WithSee Me As A Primi, But I'm Not And My Nut's BigI Don't Know What The Fuss IsMy Career Is IllustriousMy Rep Is ImpeccableI'm Not To Be *****ed With, With ShitLet That ***** Breathe!I'm Way Too Important To Be Talking ExtortingAsking Me For A Portion Is Like Asking Me For A CoffinBroad Daylight I Off Ya On SwitchYa Not Too Bright, Goodnight, Long Kiss,Bye-bye, My Reply, Blah-blahBlast Burner Then Pass Burner, To TytyFinish My Breakfast, Why?I Got An Appettite For Destruction And You're A Small FryNow Where Was ILet That ***** Breathe!I Used To Give A Shit, Now I Don't Give A Shit MoreTruth Be Told, I Had More Fun When I Was Piss PoorI'm Pissed Off, Is This What Success All AboutA Bunch Of Niggas Acting Like *****es With Big MouthsAll This Stress, All I Got Is This Big HouseCouple Cars, I Don't Bring Half Of Them Shits OutAll This Ace Of Spade I Drank, Just To Piss OutI Mean I Like The Taste, Could Have Saved Myself Six HoursHow Many Times Can I Go To Mr. Chow's, Tao's, NobuHold Up, Let Me Move My BowelsI'll Shit On Y'all Niggas, Og Tell These Boys[juan:]Y'all Ain't Got Shit On My Nigga[jay-z:]I Got Watches I Ain't Seen In MonthsApartment At The Trump I Only Slept In It OnceNigga Said Hova Was Over, Such DummiesEven If I Fell I Land On A Bunch Of MoneyY'all Ain't Got Nothing For MeNas, Let That ***** Breathe![nas:]Success, Mclaren, Women Starin'My Villain AppearanceSacred Blood Of A KingIn My Vein Ain't Spillin'Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill, RomeroCamaro DrivenI Climax From Paper Then Ask Why Is Life Worth Livin'Is It The Hunt For The Shit That You WantTo Receive Is Great But I Lust GivingThe Best Jewelers Want To Make My ThingsI Make Jacob Shit On Lorraine, Just To Make Me A ChainNiggas Mention Of One Love, Came Home To Paper In HandAin't Got To Brag About The Feds Young ManOld Cribs I Sold, Y'all Drive By Like MonumentsGoogle Earth Nas, I Got Flats In Other ContinentsWorst Enemies Want To Be My Best FriendsBest Friends Want To Be Enemies, Like That's What's InBut I Don't Give A *****, Walk Inside The Lion's DenTake Everybody's Chips, About To Cash Them InUp Your Catalogue Dog, Mines Worth Too MuchLike Mike Jack's Atv Pub, Mottola Can't TouchLet This ***** Breathe![jay-z & Nas:]Let This ***** Breathe!
