Belly movie - Pre-Game lyrics
rate meSong by Sauce Money f/ Jay-Z<br /><br>
[Sauce Money]<br>
I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshine<br>
Shook the rap game with just one line<br>
When me and my niggaz combine, all day, you know what?<br>
Sometimes, I run with mad niggaz who done time<br>
Hit you with eight, from one nine, now you showin the vein<br>
My shells is like information, go in your brain<br>
Holdin my slug, before you squeeze em show em the love<br>
Burn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand me<br>
Before my album drop, cop the Grammy, uncanny<br>
Bought my first Role' from Manny<br>
Dirty burners my crew never hand me, nigga we family<br>
You not, get shot, get caught slippin like Dexter Manley<br>
with at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red<br>
Damn we, all the shit you can't be<br>
We big time, you small time, real small like how an ant be<br>
Marcy, bust a shot for Metcalf, Tilo and Danny<br>
Peace to the Bureils, Cut Wop and Stanley<br>
Boom Moet and bow, my whole set is wild<br>
Past threats, frontin flash singles and that's bent<br>
Fuck a bitch, you know the drill<br>
Cut a chick or a suck a dick<br>
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[Jay-Z]<br>
Jigga, what the fuck?<br>
As a youth explosively, clappin off the roof<br>
Shootin guard like Kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e<br>
Back then, Gil was my codiene, Spanish Jose<br>
showed me how to get the money niggaz owed me<br>
Fast forward, no kids, six cars and three Role's<br>
Two cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin on Uba<br>
Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up<br>
from the Range with the ski rack, or six with the Ruger<br>
Shit, I light the motherfuckin soundproof booth up<br>
New shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped up<br>
Your rap's all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorcese<br>
What your album lack is more Jay-Z<br>
Code name: Jay-hovah, all praise me<br>
Y'all don't paint pictures, y'all all trace me<br>
You've yet to see the day when my squad be done<br>
I represent that shit nigga, Marcy son, what?<br>
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