JAY-Z - If I Can't (Freestyle) lyrics
[JAY-Z - If I Can't Freestyle lyrics]
Nigga I can make four more albums off memory!
Y'all ain’t never gonna be better than me
I’ma do this 'til I’m 80
Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov'
'Cause I rhyme like I be rhyming in the Rov'
Climbing in them hoes mind like a diamond
I’ll blind you at the shows
I don’t shine, I glow, I
Remind you of that dough, don’t I?
Did I? Hustle the game just the thought alone
Give me a boner, coach cater to a coma
Can’t out hustle a hustler
You can’t outplay a player
This rap shit is a layup in my former biz
Motherfuckers would spray ya
In the music biz
Motherfuckers just say stuff
Spit on you and spray yeah
Niggas just play tough
When the cameras on, When the cameras gone
Niggas want to set up meetings
'Cause they know most likely when I see
Em’ I’m a set up a beating
Windows no tints, cars no rims
That’s because we handle ours like grown men
I ain’t touch a wheel since I drove the Bent
That’s cause it was a coupe
Nah I ain’t souped
I was telling the truth and you Tom Cruise
You can’t handle it
Handle it nigga is what I do
I tried to be modest on Blueprint 2
But y'all don’t respect modest
Y'all respect my dollars
You got to believe I think like a artist
But my bills through the roof can’t
Do numbers like The Roots
No disrespect I be trying to disconnect
But niggas keep pulling me back in
I’m trapped in my pops got a liver disorder
My whole living's disordered
And I just got his living room ordered
And you wonder why the chip on my shoulder
Is more like a brick or a boulder
You’ll understand maybe when you get older
Got a hundred niggas on your dick saying
You ought to record like this
Or what have you, niggas is back stabbing you
Bitches mad at you
‘cause they can’t have you
Press want to know about
The daughter of Matthew
Now it’s back to the hood again
All black hood again
Back to old ladies saying
What I could’ve been
Back to the gats – you forgot
I’m real good with them
They goin put a nigga in jail, oh well
If I can’t, do it, homie it can’t be done
I’m the one – I’m not the two not
The three not the four the five
I take the pain from my
Life pour it all aside
Take my strain and my stride
Take my ego and pride
Used them to kick down the door
Brought my people inside
And I hope you, ain’t think I wrote this
To entertain you
'cause that ain’t what I came to do
I will bang you
I will act like orangutans do
I give you hot wings turn niggas to angels
Understand my angle, I’m safety first
Don’t make me act like the safety don't work
Tough niggas get it the worst
I’m begging you come for us
I’m giving motherfuckers dirt comforters
Night night nigga, take a dirt nap
I know you hear the footsteps
Y'all ain’t never gonna be better than me
I’ma do this 'til I’m 80
Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov'
'Cause I rhyme like I be rhyming in the Rov'
Climbing in them hoes mind like a diamond
I’ll blind you at the shows
I don’t shine, I glow, I
Remind you of that dough, don’t I?
Did I? Hustle the game just the thought alone
Give me a boner, coach cater to a coma
Can’t out hustle a hustler
You can’t outplay a player
This rap shit is a layup in my former biz
Motherfuckers would spray ya
In the music biz
Motherfuckers just say stuff
Spit on you and spray yeah
Niggas just play tough
When the cameras on, When the cameras gone
Niggas want to set up meetings
'Cause they know most likely when I see
Em’ I’m a set up a beating
Windows no tints, cars no rims
That’s because we handle ours like grown men
I ain’t touch a wheel since I drove the Bent
That’s cause it was a coupe
Nah I ain’t souped
I was telling the truth and you Tom Cruise
You can’t handle it
Handle it nigga is what I do
I tried to be modest on Blueprint 2
But y'all don’t respect modest
Y'all respect my dollars
You got to believe I think like a artist
But my bills through the roof can’t
Do numbers like The Roots
No disrespect I be trying to disconnect
But niggas keep pulling me back in
I’m trapped in my pops got a liver disorder
My whole living's disordered
And I just got his living room ordered
And you wonder why the chip on my shoulder
Is more like a brick or a boulder
You’ll understand maybe when you get older
Got a hundred niggas on your dick saying
You ought to record like this
Or what have you, niggas is back stabbing you
Bitches mad at you
‘cause they can’t have you
Press want to know about
The daughter of Matthew
Now it’s back to the hood again
All black hood again
Back to old ladies saying
What I could’ve been
Back to the gats – you forgot
I’m real good with them
They goin put a nigga in jail, oh well
If I can’t, do it, homie it can’t be done
I’m the one – I’m not the two not
The three not the four the five
I take the pain from my
Life pour it all aside
Take my strain and my stride
Take my ego and pride
Used them to kick down the door
Brought my people inside
And I hope you, ain’t think I wrote this
To entertain you
'cause that ain’t what I came to do
I will bang you
I will act like orangutans do
I give you hot wings turn niggas to angels
Understand my angle, I’m safety first
Don’t make me act like the safety don't work
Tough niggas get it the worst
I’m begging you come for us
I’m giving motherfuckers dirt comforters
Night night nigga, take a dirt nap
I know you hear the footsteps