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Song title: Jay-Z - Intro - Hand It Down (feat. Memphis Bleek)

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Sorry boys..
 but all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again
 Lay down, lay down
 Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
 All those new niggaz stop there
 but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
 The last of the real hustlers, well
 maybe not the last
 Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
 New, IMPROVED Jay-Z
 I quit
 I'm retirin
 Ain't enough money in THIS game, to keep me around
 Sorry Big, I tried
 Honest
 Can't go with me on this ride though
 I'm callin the shots
 The bar's closing
 Where we going to for breakfast?
 Roc-a-Fella y'all
 OKAY, I'M RELOADED!

"Bringin the drama" "Tryin to come up in the game"
 "Marcy"
 "Had a couple of dollar signs to my name"
 "Roc-a-Fella y'all"
 "One of the best!"
 "Waitin for my day to come"
 "Just give me the word"

[Memphis Bleek]
 Nah this ain't Jigga it's your lil nigga Bleek
 Reportin to these motherfuckers live from the street
 Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
 At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
 Peep the steez, I represent for all those
 with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys
 Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys
 Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's
 First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it
 Niggaz tryin to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
 Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
 Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger
 You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
 Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
 Shit is constant, that's why I pack the
 Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it?
 I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
 Man I'm tryin to come up on y'all
 Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets
 from sundown to sunup on y'all
 Mama said keep bullshittin they'll kill you dead
 One week of this hustlin brought a living room set
 Went to ? D's, niggaz mad, veins out
 Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
 Flashy, fly little nigga
 Nosy bitch from the third floor like "Why little nigga?"
 Bitch please, twist the trees
 Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
 That's my answer, life's like cancer
 And I'm serious

"Waitin for my day to come"
 "Just give me the word"