JAY-Z, Pain In Da Ass, Wais P, Sauce Money, Memphis Bleek - Celebration lyrics

What you think you like me?
You ain't like me motherfucker
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 into the greatest
Motherfuckers can't beat us, join
Us, can't fade us, hate us
Can't touch it, fuck it, can't see 'em
Try to be 'em
Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder
Locked rap for trey summers
Poker faces with the aces under
Phase one of the takeover, the break's over
Nigga, I'm the God MC me Jay-Hova
Shit knockin', almost a crime, get Cochran
Bangin' to the hearse where my doctors hand
Hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away
They wanna see me pay
Motherfuckers better ride
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 ya game pros

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
Delegate this, men just givin' facelifts
Leave your melon spacious
Career felon, no hiatus nor Caesar's
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 the order i'll be in Hell
Team Roc sweater and ice water
Righteous, dominate the global
My life's a novel
Blazin in Barnes and Noble
Idolize the vocals
Y'all niggas is local, but that's evident
I'm Resident Evil, movin' light
Live life free

Memph Man flow like water, rap niggas runnin'
I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya
Point the MAC at ya, niggas caught up
Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture
Like a compound fracture, can't 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
Tried to play Superman
Ended up like Chris Reeves
Paraplegic, precise minds like the
Pharaohs of Egypt
Shot through a barrel niggas
Narrowly weaved it
Keepin' my Team top seeded
With the Sweet 16's bulgin' out of my jeans
On the ten-speed weeded
Holdin', share these 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'
Known men, home in
All of my homies condone sin
Four shots spin you like chrome rims
Put a part right through your
Dome like the Omen, foamin'
White sheets got you wrapped like a Roman
Back in New York, honey wants it
Just spit blood and talk funny
Niggas is cartoons
Picture styles that's fully
Developed like darkrooms
Hit's fat, cub with a harpoon
Heat-seekin', grill huntin', still frontin'?
Keep squeezin', fuck it
I leave the whole street wheezin'
Know motherfuckers hope I fail
And gotta provoke the frail
Got 'em scared to drop like soap in jail

Geah there you have it
This thing of ours as
Can't be touched, tested, whatever
Never disrespect this thing of ours
Roc-A-Fella family