Streets Is Watching movie - Celebration lyrics
rate meSong by Team Roc f/ Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money, Wais<br /><br>
[hispanic voice same as "Intro" from _In My Lifetime, Vol. 1_]<br>
What you think you like me? You ain't like me *motherfucker*<br>
You a punk<br>
I been with MADE people.. CONNEC-TED people<br>
Who you been wit? Chain snatchin, jive-ass, maricon *motherfuckers*<br>
Why don't you go get lost<br>
Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin<br>
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[Jay-Z]<br>
You're now tuned into the greatest<br>
*Motherfuckers* can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us<br>
Can't touch it, *fuck it*, can't see em, try to be em<br>
Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder<br>
Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under<br>
Face one up, to take over, the break's over<br>
*Nigga* I'm the God MC, me, Jay-hovah<br>
*Shit* knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran<br>
Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand<br>
hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away<br>
They wanna see me pay, *motherfuckers* better ride<br>
if they try to plant, under the seat of my car<br>
even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes<br>
Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper<br>
Rep ya game pros<br>
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[Wais]<br>
We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this<br>
Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix<br>
Spittin sperm inside of latex<br>
You get, no respect like a child rapist<br>
Delegate this, men just givin facelifts<br>
Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus<br>
nor Ceasar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases<br>
Informants, heating the spot up like global warming<br>
Who start *shit*? My style is laced with arsenic<br>
Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless<br>
I know you wanna see me wasted<br>
You call the order, I'll be in Hell<br>
Team Roc sweater and ice water<br>
Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel<br>
blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals<br>
Y'all niggaz is local but that's evident<br>
I'm Resident Evil, movin like ?<br>
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[Memphis Bleek]<br>
Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin<br>
I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya<br>
Point the Mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up<br>
Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture<br>
like a compound fracture, can't *fuck* widdit<br>
For the love of sex money and drugs<br>
Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs<br>
Let the four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower<br>
and bring flowers for the bodies that surround us<br>
If you was lookin you found us<br>
Movin with speed, tried to play Superman<br>
ended up like Chris Reeves<br>
Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah's of Egypt<br>
Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly weaved it<br>
Keepin my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's<br>
bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded<br>
Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret<br>
It's like a story never told, but believe it...<br>
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[Sauce Money]<br>
Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker<br>
Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like Sanka<br>
I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, Aim better<br>
than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire<br>
"Show Me The Money" like Clue tapes<br>
Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin<br>
Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin<br>
Four shots spin ya like chrome rims<br>
Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin<br>
White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman<br>
Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny<br>
*Niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed<br>
like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon<br>
Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin?<br>
Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezing<br>
No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail<br>
Got em scared to drop like soap in jail<br>
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[Jay-Z]<br>
Geyeah, there you have it<br>
Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever<br>
Never disrespect this thing of ours<br>
Roc-a-Fella family<br>
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