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Celebration
Jay-Z/Memphis Bleek/Sauce Money/Team-Roc/Wais of the Ranjahz
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What, you think you like me?
You ain't like me, motherfuckers
You a punk
I been with made people
Connected people
Who you been with?
Chain snatchin', jive-ass, maricon motherfuckers
Why don't you go get lost?
Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin'
You're now tuned in to the greatest
Motherfuckers can't beat us, join us, can't fade us
Haters can't touch it, fuck it, can't see him
Try to be him, both shows sold out your coliseum
Eighth wonder, locked rap for trey summers
Poker faces with the aces under
Phase one of the takeover, the break's over
A fuckin' god MC, me, Jay-Hova
Shit knockin', almost a crime, get Cochran
Bangin' to the hearse from my doctor's hand
Hot man, FBI, DEA
I did crime, got away, they wanna see me pay
Motherfuckers better riot if they try to plant
Under the seat of my car even a half a gram
Better flame those, plainclothes
Same goes for lame hoes
Cocaine rapper, rep your game, soul
Yo, we celebrate this
While you sittin' back screamin' you hate this
Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix
Spittin' sperm inside of latex
You get no respect like a child rapist
Delicate this, me just givin' facelifts
Leave your melon spacious, career felon
No hiatus, no off-seasons
The CIA flooded my block with diseases
Informants heatin' the spot up like global warmin'
Who startin' shit? My style is laced with arsenic
Odorless, tasteless, cause of death is traceless
I know you wanna see me wasted, you call a order
I be in Hell, Team Roc sweater in ice water
Righteous, dominate the global
My life's a novel, place it in Barnes & Noble's
Idleize the vocals, y'all niggas is local
But that's evident, I'm resident evil
Movin' the league and live life regal
M-M-Man flow like water
Rap niggas frontin', I oughta applaud ya
Clap at ya, point the MAC at ya
Niggas caught up, brought up in the rapture
My flow's torture like a compound fracture
Fuck with it, for the love of sex, money and drugs
Affiliated with the sets, TECs, honeys and thugs
Let the four power rain on niggas like a spring shower
And bring flowers for the bodies that surround us
If you was lookin', you found us, movin' with speed
Try to play Superman, ended up like Chris Reeves
Paraplegic, precise mind's like the pharaohs of Egypt
Shot through a barrel, niggas narrowly weaved it
Keepin' my team top-seeded with the sweet sixteens
Bulgin' out of my jeans on the ten-speed weeded
Holdin' shitty shots with you like a secret
It's like a story never told, but believe it
Street anthem anchor
Quick to trade shots just like a banker
Lick a round, niggas hit the ground like Sanka
I got your screwface in forty-two ways
Aim better than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire
Show me the money like Clue tapes
Run up in your spot with a few eights
Zonin', no men, home in, all of my homies condone sin
Four shots spin you like chrome rims
Put apart right through your dome like the Omen
Foamin', white sheets got you wrapped like a Roman
Back in New York, honey, once hit, you spit blood and talk funny
Niggas is cartoons
Picture styles that's fully developed like darkrooms
Hits fat, come with a harpoon
Heat-seekers, grill huntin', still frontin'? Keep squeezin'
Fuck it, I leave the whole street wheezin'
No motherfuckers hope I fail, ain't gotta provoke the frail
Got 'em scared to drop like soap in jail
Yeah
There you have it
This thing of ours can't be touched, tested, whatever
Never disrespect this thing of ours
Roc-A-Fella family
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