Show You How Lyrics by Jay-Z

Show You How Lyrics

    [Jay-Z]
    Catch up, niggas

    Damn you fadin' hov, how you gave 'em that?
    All the martika, with the alligator strap
    Sick of y'all niggaz with ya now or later raps
    Rap about it now, hope you get it later
    Do a couple shows, hope you niggas is savin' up
    I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON
    This particular watch be a one of one
    That means none before it, none to come
    The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it
    I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON
    You ain't heard? I push the sixes when the fives is out
    You can't fight me, in the porsche I'll box you out
    I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON
    We don't drive X5's we give 'em to baby-mammas
    Push the big top that shake like the canvas, chickens snackbox
    I get it crackin' when I'm backing out the garage
    A 360 drop farage, shutdown manhattan
    Bucket low, like fuck it, though
    Nights on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it, though
    I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON
    Nigga I'm a check writer your royalty recievers
    Y'all eaten off Pa Dem, on the low like a cesar
    Pay ya taxes, you niggaz is husttlin' backwards
    I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard
    I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON
    How you want it, my jeans is 300
    This ain't Diesel, nigga, these is Evisu
    Top is rock, you know the rest
    A big bucket of frozen water on my chest
    I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON
    Get a crate, some crack, and some house slippers
    A newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips up
    Or get a gun, a mask an escape route
    Some ducktape'll make 'em take you to the house
    And ma don't give him nothin', unless he treatin' you special
    Soon he'll get desperate, and go down and bless you
    And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair
    Just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah
    I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON
    Look, think big, fuck getting your nails done
    Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son
    Don't let 'em give you, hard dick and bubble gum
    Make him cop the Lex bubble, 2001 hon
    I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON
    And if your man got you bangin' up, it could be worse
    Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse

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