The Greatest to Ever Do It (produced by Cookin Soul) - Jay-Z
I'm so ignored champ
Never been a ni**a that's good
For this song they could
For this appetite
For this wrong
With so many different flaws
This one for this long
The next one I switch up
This one wouldn't fit up
Is that too late
To make up sh*t
They crazy they don't
Paid b*tches
They just trades me
You know what
So may forget what they flap
They whole stoppin'
They tryin' to reverse the alcom
I'm like the top
I'm not a writer
I'm a writer for myself and other
I say your big versamony
Big enough my brother
Big enough my brother
I'm big enough to do it
I'm not pharell
Plus I know my own flow is foolish
So the rings and things
You sing about
Bring them out
It's hard to yell
When that barrel is in your mouth
I'm in new snickers
New cd's few diva's
What more can I tell
You already know what I'm about
Flyin' first day to south
Movin'right off the step
Perperated and throut
Startin' on hoes
Brushin' off my shirt
Brush brushin' off my shirt
Start startin' on hoes
Young achelle
Pitch to yay payfull
Even if paid
But throw like I make payroll
Ben's faithfull
Friends day roll
Right the ship
They on a desert
Chris case slows
I don't give a sh*t
Ni**a one life to live
I can't let the day go
Without me being fly fresh to death
Head to toes 'till the day
I rest and I know where I chose
This up dirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of chase
Ni**a what not's
S got's on my feet
Make massage complete
What more can I say
Let's go
What more can I say