Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS). Swizz Beatz Love this track More actions Listeners 18.2K Scrobbles 113.8K Join others and track this song Scrobble, find and rediscover music with a Last.fm account Sign Up to Last. Get the embed code Jay-Z - Live In Brooklyn Album Lyrics1.03' Bonnie & Clyde (Live)2.Empire State of Mind3.Empire State of Mind (Live)4.Give It To Me/Big Pimpin5.On to the Next One (Live)6.Public Service Announcement7.Public Service Announcement (Live)8.Run This Town9.Run This Town (Live)Jay-Z Lyrics provided by You feelin' like you runnin', huh, now you know how we feel You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings? On To the Next One Lyrics by Jay-Z from the On to the Next One album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more: I got a million ways. Reebok, baby, you need to drop some new things I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring We give a damn about the drama that you do bring She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-stringĪnd my nigga just made it out the precinct Only good gon' come is as good when I'm coming I could spend my whole life "Good Will Hunting" What you think I rap for, to push a fucking Rav-4? This a fast life, we are on a crash course Next time I'm in church, please no photos Jay-Z’s longtime engineer, Young Guru, responded to phony Jay-Z vocals on AI tracks by writing, On one hand I’m well aware that you can’t stop technology. I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow So my Bankhead is lookin' like millionaires' 'fro On to the next one, somebodycall the waitress Baby I'm a boss, I don't know what they do I don't get dropped, I drop the label World can't hold me, too much ambition Always knew it be like this when I was in the kitchen. They should throw they hand in, 'cause they ain't got no spades We got a banquet full of broads, they got a table full of fellas On the table screamin' fuck the other side, they jealous ![]() Microphone fiend, it's the return of the god, peace god Yeah I'm talkin' five comma, six zeros, dot zeros, here it goīack to runnin' circles 'round niggas, now we squared up I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks I'm a couple bands down, and I'm tryin' to get back ![]() I'd get more in depth if you boys really real enoughīut for now, let me get back to this paper Get your fatigues on, all black everythingīlack cards, black cars, all black everythingĪnd our girls are blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
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