You, Me, Him And Her (Album Version|Edited) - Jay-Z/Dynasty

Lyrics by：Shawn Carter/Roosevelt"Bink" Harrell/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/A. Whitehead/Willie Albert Goodman/Walter Morris/Harry Ray

Composed by：Shawn Carter/Roosevelt"Bink" Harrell/Malik Cox/Dwight Grant/A. Whitehead/Willie Albert Goodman/Walter Morris/Harry Ray

Produced by：Bink

Told y'all told y'all

Dynasty dynasty

Roc-A-Fella Records you heard me you heard me

Unstoppable unstoppable uhh

Memph Bleek Amil-lion Sigel Sigel ya heard

It's a Dynasty 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 h*e 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 h*es too

Through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you

**** it Jigga Man huh Sigel Sigel y'all

Amil-lion what Memph 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 ******** smash hit get your ******** 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 **** the queen broads

Puff the green raw we as real as it get

We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas

****f** don't talk to us the h*es they e-mail us

Nigga Jigga Man what Memph Bleek huh

Amil-lion yeah Sigel Sigel rap

R dot O dot C dot stop

From Tower to ma and pop I move out stop

Shower your mom 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 ****

Wasn't me dog the high will do it

I used to wild off embalmin fluid

I sent niggaz to the trauma unit

Forty-five or the nine'll do it

I **** around and have your moms go through it

I'm a beast

**** niggaz always wanna ye ****

Then they wanna cease ****

When they ************ peeps hit

But I don't cease nuttin I decease som'un

I **** around and have you sleepin underneath som'un

Jigga Man what Sigel Sigel y'all

Memph Bleek uh Amil-lion right

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

Jigga Man huh Sigel Sigel y'all

Memph Bleek what Amil-lion uhh