JAY-Z - 22 Two’s lyrics

Yo wassup everybody, this is Maria Davis
Mad Wednesdays
We here tonight to have a good time
(Yo! Start the show! Start the show)
Wait a minute I see my man over there, Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear
That lil tape of yours, and it's phat
Why don't you come up here
And kick a lil freestyle?
Put that champagne down
And kick a lil freestyle for me tonight
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Y'all motherfuckers must've heard that
Tribe Called Quest shit let's do it again!
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Well I'm gone check this out

Too much West Coast dick lickin'
And too many niggas on a mission
Doin' your best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers
I got my suspicions
That you're just fish in a
Pool of sharks, nigga, listen
Too many bitches wanna be ladies
So if you a ho i'ma call you a ho
Too many bitches are shady
Too many ladies give these
Niggas too many chances
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't
Know what romance is
Too many bitches stuck up from
Too many sexual advances
No question Jay-Z got too many answers
I been around this block too many times
Rocked too many rhymes, cocked
Too many nines, too
To all my brothers it ain't
Too late to come together
'Cause too much black and too much love
Equal forever
I don't follow any guidelines 'cause
Too many niggas ride mine
So I change styles every two rhymes

Hah, what the fuck that's 22 two's for y'all
Motherfuckers out there, nahmean?
Shall I continue? Check it out, what?

Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Can I kick it? (Yes you can)
Well I'm gone yo, yo, yo

Copped to reach my quota, push rock
Roll up smooth like on ya
Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up
Too many faggot niggas clockin' my spendin'
Exercisin' your gay-like minds
Like Richard Simmons
If you could catch Jay right
On the late night
Without the eight, right, maybe you
Could test my weight, right
I dip, spit quicker than you ever seen
Administer pain
Next the minister's screamin' your name
At your wake as I peek in
Look in your casket
Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him
Still sleepin'" you never ready
Forever petty minds stay petty
Mine's thinkin' longevity until I'm seventy
Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony
What? Nigga you broke
What the fuck you going to tell me?
Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Now you know this is a phat track (aight)
Now this is comin' on your new album
On Roc-A-Fella records in '96?
(No doubt, no doubt)
Well, it is definitely the bomb! But you know
I do wanna say somethin' to you
I know you've been havin' a lot
Of problems with the law
But I know you innocent
And I'm behind you 100%
Mad Wednesdays, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dame Dash
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you
You can come back any time!
(Hah, thanks a lot)
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait
A minute, wait a minute, Ace
Turn that music
Down i smell some reefer, now you see?
That's why, our people don't have anything
Because we don't know how to go
In places and act properly
(Hey, shut the fuck up)
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Who told me shut the eff up? Who told
Me to shut the eff up? Get
Him out of here! I'm not
Gonna continue this show, until
You throw him out! Get him out right now
Then I'ma continue my speech!
Thank you, he's out of here now
Now like I was sayin' we gotta build
Our own businesses, we gotta get our own
Record companies goin' like
Roc-A-Fella Records
We got to put money back
Into our own community