JAY-Z - Squeeze 1st lyrics
[JAY-Z - Squeeze 1st lyrics]
Uh, yeah, mmmm william H, niggas
Holla, yeah, yo
That's why I
Squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these
So called gangstas pass
I, squeeze first ask questions last
'Cause when I pull, I always pop
That's why I'm living today
Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake
But the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face
I pop ya, let doctor stitch ya
IN-F-R-A, will not miss ya
I move light, like my shoes too tight
Leave niggas confused from the
Day to the night at night, see the light
When the pistol's sparking
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barking
I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
'case kids kidnap me, kids can get back me
You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not you, somebody of close descent
Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept
I'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke, motherfuckers
That's why I
Squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these
So called gangstas pass
I, squeeze first ask questions last
'Cause when I pull, I always pop
That's why I'm living today
Yo, I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me
Or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept
I'm hard to smoke
Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept
I'm hard to smoke and y'all choke, niggas
That's why I
Squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these
So called gangstas pass
I, squeeze first ask questions last
Cause when I pull, I always pop
That's why I'm living today
Y'all don't understand
I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept
I'm hard to smoke and y'all choke, niggas
I, squeeze first ask questions last
'Cause when I pull, I always pop
That's why I'm living today
See when I'm low on digit's
I push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and pivot
Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit
Where the demons live, shit
My scene is vivid squeamish kids
Y'all get the fuck outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it
I did some things I admit it
Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child
Fuck it kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down
Big gun kept sticking my pelvis
Shit, it was either that or
Be living with Elvis
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X
Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress
'Til you heard the cries of my mama
Me giving her drama
Told her I ain't promised tomorrow
Gotta live for the day
And before she could say Jay
I was out the door, pouch full of raw
A outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery
Damn BIG woulda been proud of me
Ahh shit man young Hova, ya heard?
Who could fuck with him? Uh, uh, geah
Holla, yeah, yo
That's why I
Squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these
So called gangstas pass
I, squeeze first ask questions last
'Cause when I pull, I always pop
That's why I'm living today
Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake
But the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face
I pop ya, let doctor stitch ya
IN-F-R-A, will not miss ya
I move light, like my shoes too tight
Leave niggas confused from the
Day to the night at night, see the light
When the pistol's sparking
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barking
I keep cash 'case cops arrest me
'case kids kidnap me, kids can get back me
You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent
If not you, somebody of close descent
Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept
I'm hard to smoke
And y'all choke, motherfuckers
That's why I
Squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these
So called gangstas pass
I, squeeze first ask questions last
'Cause when I pull, I always pop
That's why I'm living today
Yo, I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me
Or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept
I'm hard to smoke
Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept
I'm hard to smoke and y'all choke, niggas
That's why I
Squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these
So called gangstas pass
I, squeeze first ask questions last
Cause when I pull, I always pop
That's why I'm living today
Y'all don't understand
I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr shawn Corey
Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept
I'm hard to smoke and y'all choke, niggas
I, squeeze first ask questions last
'Cause when I pull, I always pop
That's why I'm living today
See when I'm low on digit's
I push blow in a blizzard
I'm a player for real, I post and pivot
Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit
Where the demons live, shit
My scene is vivid squeamish kids
Y'all get the fuck outta this verse
It's about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it
I did some things I admit it
Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child
Fuck it kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
Couldn't sit down
Big gun kept sticking my pelvis
Shit, it was either that or
Be living with Elvis
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X
Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this
Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress
'Til you heard the cries of my mama
Me giving her drama
Told her I ain't promised tomorrow
Gotta live for the day
And before she could say Jay
I was out the door, pouch full of raw
A outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery
Damn BIG woulda been proud of me
Ahh shit man young Hova, ya heard?
Who could fuck with him? Uh, uh, geah