You Me Him And Her Lyrics by Jay-Z

You Me Him And Her Lyrics

    [jay-z]
    Told y'all... dynasty... roc-a-fella records, you heard me?
    Unstoppable, niggaz! uhh
    Memph bleek.. amil-lion.. sigel sigel ya heard?
    It's a dynasty! who do you believe?

    Jigga man, mo' better, mo' cheddar
    Foes knock the man off your polo sweater
    Roll with the r-o-c, a-fella
    Remember me? the teachers used to fail us
    Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers
    Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas
    Oh please feel us - we heat holders
    Fightin? listen boy, roy jones couldn't still us
    The plot thickens, the block clickin
    We got the game tied up, stop trippin
    Jigga man huh? sigel sigel y'all
    Memph bleek what? amil-lion, uhh
    Cat be him, el cap-i-tan
    The fire i spit burn down happyland
    Social club, we unapproachable thugs
    Non-social, gone postal
    Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
    Like a don's supposed to, shawn
    I thought i told you, these ain't just vocals
    Don't make me take it to the old school
    I put holes through your hoes too
    Through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
    Fuck it; jigga man huh? sigel sigel y'all
    Amil-lion what? memph bleek..

    [memphis bleek]
    Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit
    Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
    It's m dot e-m, the roc be them
    Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?
    You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
    I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga
    No obituary, i get it critical
    You know memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you
    When i cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
    When it's hot, i'm blastin, it's the roc, you bastards
    Jigga man what? amil-lion yeah
    Memph bleek huh? sigel sigel c'mon
    Spit acid, c'mon
    Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
    Niggaz wanna front and get jumped
    Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
    Nigga, we are, the supreme squad
    You can dream hard but reality is
    We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
    Puff the green raw, we as real as it get
    We the r-o-c dot a dot fellas
    Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
    Nigga, jigga man what? memph bleek huh?
    Amil-lion yeah, sigel sigel rap

    [beanie sigel]
    R (dot) o (dot) c (dot) stop
    From tower to mind pop, i move out stop
    Shower your mind block, move out with glocks
    Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
    Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up
    Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
    Competition, linin 'em up
    Forty-five acp, let me squeeze lime 'em up
    You want, drama what? well silence it up
    Since a young buck, violent as fuck
    Wettin me dog, the high will do it; i used to wild off embalmin fluid
    I send niggaz to the trauma unit
    Forty-five or the nine'll do it
    I fuck around and have your moms go through it - i'm a beast!
    Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
    When they motherfuckin peeps hit
    But i don't cease nuttin, i decease som'un
    I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un
    Jigga man what? sigel sigel y'all
    Memph bleek uh, amil-lion right

    [amil]
    Yo, a to the m-i, feminist
    Holdin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
    Am i, gon' run or stay, can i
    Get away no you can't can't i surrendi?
    And i, lazy bop, mercedes hot
    In my way through the tunnel like lady di

    [jay-z]
    Jigga man huh? sigel sigel y'all
    Memph bleek what? amil-lion uhh

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