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Run This Town Acoustic Tom: Em
Em D Em
Feel it comin' in the air
C Em
Hear the screams from everywhere
D Em
I'm addicted to the thrill
C Em
It's a dangerous love affair
D Em
Can't be scared when it goes down
C Em
Got a problem, tell me now
D Em
Only thing that's on my mind
C Em D
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Em C Em D
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Em C
We gonna run this town
Em D
We are, yeah I said it we are
Em C
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Em D
Get y'all fatigues on, all black everything
Em C
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
Em D
And our girls are blackbirds, ridin' with they dillingers
Em C
I'd get more in depth, if you boys really real enough
Em D
This is la familia, I'll explain later
Em C
But for now let me get back to this paper
Em D
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back
Em C
I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Em D
Yeah I'm talkin' five comma six zeros dot zero here it go
Em C
Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas now we squared up
Em
Hold up
Chorus:
D Em
Life's a game but it's not fair
C Em
I break the rules so I don't care
D Em
So I keep doin' my own thing
C Em
Walkin' tall against the rain
D Em
Victory's within the mile
C Em
Almost there, don't give up now
D Em
Only thing that's on my mind
C Em
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
D Em
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
C Em
Hey hey hey hey hey
D Em
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
C Em
Is who's gonna run this town tonight (Hey hey hey hey)
Em D
We are yeah I said it we are
Em C
You can call me Cesar in a dark Czar
Em D
Please follow the leader so Eric B. we are
Em C
Microphone fiend it's the return of thee God peace God
Em D
Ah ah and ain't nobody fresher
Em C
I'm in mason ah Martin Margiela
Em D
On the tape we're screamin' fuck the other side, they jealous
Em C
We got a bankhead full of broads they got a table full of fellas
Em D
And they ain't spending no cake
Em C
They should throw they hand in 'cause they ain't got no spades
Em D
My whole team got dough
Em C
So my bankhead is lookin' like millionaire's 'fro (yeah)
Chorus
Em D It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow Em C To everybody on your dick, no homo Em D I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos Em C Next time I'm in church, please no photos Em D Police escorts everybody passports Em C This the life that everybody ask for Em D This a fast life we are on a crash course Em C What you think I rap for to push a fucking RAV 4 Em D But I know that if I stay stunting Em C All these girls only gonna want one thing Em D I could spend my whole life good will hunting Em C Only good gon' come is as good when I'm cumming Em D She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string Em C And up top, unh, two bee stings Em D And I'm beasting off the riesling Em C And my nigga just made it out the precinct Em D We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring Em C I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring Em D Reebok baby You need to drop some new things Em C Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings? Em D What's that 'Ye? baby, these heels Em C Is that a may, what, Baby, these wheels Em D You trippin' when you ain't sippin' have a refill Em C You feelin' like you runnin' huh, now you know how we feel (Wassup)
Em D Em
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
C Em
Hey hey hey hey hey
D Em
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
C Em
Hey hey hey hey hey (wassup)
Em D Em
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
C
Hey hey hey hey hey
Em D Em
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
C Em
We gonna run this town tonight
Em D Em C x2
Hard Knock Life Ghetto Anthem Tom: C
Chorus
C D E
It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us
E D C
It's the hard knock life, for us!!
C D E
Steada Treated,we get tricked
E D C
Steada kisses, we get kicked
C D E
It's the hard knock life!!
Verse
Just keep repeating C D E, E D C But here are the rest of the words:
From standin on the corners boppin to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock fleein the murder scene, you know me well from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby! You know it's hell when I come through The life and times of Shawn Carter nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready
Chorus
Verse I flow for those 'dro'ed out; all my niggaz locked down in the ten by fo', controllin the house We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that I flow for chicks wishin, they ain't have to strip to pay tuition I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots All my ballers that's born to clock Now Imma be on top whether I perform or not I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin on futons and cots to King Size, dream machines, the green fives I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills Then I put it down type braile I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homies I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit! I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin I'm tryin to murder everything movin, feel me?!
Chorus
Verse
I don't KNOW how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress you'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!
Chorus x2
... It's the hard knock life!! ................ it's the hard knock life!!
Forever Young Tom: Am Intro: ( C G Am F G Dm F Am G)
(VERSE) MR. HUDSON
Am7 Dsus4 C G
Let’s dance in style,
Am
Let’s dance for a while,
F G
Heaven can wait we’re only watching the skies
Dm F
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst,
Am G
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?
Am7 Dsus4 C G
Let us die young or let us live forever,
Am F
We don’t have the power but we never say never,
G
Sitting in a sandpit,
Dm
Life is a short trip,
F Am G
The music’s for the sad man,
(STRUMMING) CHORUS
Am7 Dsus4
Forever young,
C G
I wanna be forever young
Am
Do you really want to live forever?
F G
Forever and ever
Dm
Forever young, I wanna be
F
Forever young
Am
Do you really want to live forever?
G
Forever, forever
(RAP) JAY-Z
C G Am F G Dm F Am G
So we live a life like a video
When the sun is always out and you never get old
and the champagne’s always cold
and the music's always good
and the pretty girls just happen to stop by in the hood
and they hop their pretty ass up on the hood of dat pretty ass car
without a wrinkle in today
cuz there is no tomorrow
just some picture perfect day
to last a whole lifetime
and it never ends
cos all we have to do is hit rewind
so lets just stay in the moment, smoke some weed,
drink some wine,
reminisce talk some shit forever young is in your mind
leave a mark that can never erase me neither space nor time
so when the director yells cut,
I’ll be fine,
I’m forever young…
CHORUS (MR. HUDSON) Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever and ever Forever young I wanna be Forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever, forever (RAP) JAY-Z C G Am F G Dm F Am G Fear not when, fear not why, fear not much while were alive, life is for living not living up tight, see ya somewhere up in the sky, fear not die, i’ll be alive for a million years, bye bye, so not for legends, I’m forever young my name shall survive through the darkest blocks, over kitchen stoves, over Pyrex pots, my name shall be passed down to generations while debating up in barber shops, young slum, hung here, show that the nigga from here with a little ambition just what we can become here, and as the father passed his story down to his sons ears, younger kid, younger every year, yeah so if you love me baby this is how you let me know. don’t ever let me go, thats how you let me know, baby,
(CHORUS) (MR. HUDSON) Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever and ever Forever young I wanna be Forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever, forever (RAP) JAY-Z C G Am F G Dm F Am G Slamming Bentley doors, hopping out of Porsches, popping up on Forbes lists, Gorgeous, hold up, niggas starting law suits, they be talking bullshit i be talking more shit they nauseous, hold up, I'll be here forever you know, i’m on my fall shot, and I ain’t waiting for closure, I will never forfeit, less than four bars, Guru bring the chorus in, did you get the picture yet, I’m painting you a portrait of young…
(CHORUS) (MR. HUDSON) Forever young, I wanna be forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever and ever Forever young I wanna be Forever young Do you really want to live forever? Forever, forever
Empire State Of Mind Tom: F#
F# Yeah, Yeah, Im'ma up at Brooklyn, now Im down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro, But i’ll be hood forever
Bmaaj7
I’m the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
F#
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my dominicanos
Right there up on broadway, brought me back to that McDonalds
Bmaj7
Took it to my stash spot, Five Sixty Stage street
Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry
F#
Cruising down 8th street, off white lexus
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas
Bmaj7
Me I’m up at Bedsty, home of that boy Biggie
Now i live on billboard, and i brought my boys with me
F#
Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Bb
N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from
Chorus:
Bmaj7
In New York
F#
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
Theres nothing you can’t do,
Bmaj7
Now you’re in New York,
F#
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Bmaj7
Let's here it for New York, New York, New York
I made you hot n-gga
F#
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Sh-t I made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can
Bmaj7
You should know I bleed Blue, but I aint a crip tho
But i got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though
F#
welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rocks
Afrika Bambaataa sh-t, home of the hip hop
Bmaj7
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back
For foreigners it aint fitted they forgot how to act
F#
Eight million stories out there and their naked
Cities is a pity half of y’all won’t make it
Bmaj7
Me i gotta plug a special and i got it made
If Jesus payin LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade
Three dice Cee-Lo, three card marley
Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Bb
Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade
Long live the king yo, I’m from the empire state that's
Chorus
F# Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is Bmaj7 Blind with casualties,who sipping life casually
Then gradually become worse, don’t bite the apple Eve F# Caught up in the in crowd, now your in-style
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out Bmaj7 The city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them F# Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route Bmaj7 Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin
And Jesus can’t save you life starts when the church ends F# Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight Bb MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien
Chorus
B One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty C# No place in the World that can compare D#m Bb Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah
Come on, come, yeah
Chorus Learn to play
Run This Town Tom: Am
Am G Am
Feel it comin' in the air
F Am
Hear the screams from everywhere
G Am
I'm addicted to the thrill
F Am
It's a dangerous love affair
G Am
Can't be scared when it goes down
F Am
Got a problem, tell me now
G Am
Only thing that's on my mind
F Am G
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Am F Am G
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
Am F
We gonna run this town
Am G
We are, yeah I said it we are
Am F
This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance
Am G
Get y'all fatigues on, all black everything
Am F
Black cards, black cars, all black everything
Am G
And our girls are blackbirds, ridin' with they dillingers
Am F
I'd get more in depth, if you boys really real enough
Am G
This is la familia, I'll explain later
Am F
But for now let me get back to this paper
Am G
I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back
Am F
I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks
Am G
Yeah I'm talkin' five comma six zeros dot zero here it go
Am F
Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas now we squared up
Am
Hold up
Chorus:
G Am
Life's a game but it's not fair
F Am
I break the rules so I don't care
G Am
So I keep doin' my own thing
F Am
Walkin' tall against the rain
G Am
Victory's within the mile
F Am
Almost there, don't give up now
G Am
Only thing that's on my mind
F Am
Is who's gonna run this town tonight
G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F Am
Hey hey hey hey hey
G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F Am
Is who's gonna run this town tonight (Hey hey hey hey)
Am G
We are yeah I said it we are
Am F
You can call me Cesar in a dark Czar
Am G
Please follow the leader so Eric B. we are
Am F
Microphone fiend it's the return of thee God peace God
Am G
Ah ah and ain't nobody fresher
Am F
I'm in mason ah Martin Margiela
Am G
On the tape we're screamin' fuck the other side, they jealous
Am F
We got a bankhead full of broads they got a table full of fellas
Am G
And they ain't spending no cake
Am F
They should throw they hand in 'cause they ain't got no spades
Am G
My whole team got dough
Am F
So my bankhead is lookin' like millionaire's 'fro (yeah)
Chorus
Am G
It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
Am F
To everybody on your dick, no homo
Am G
I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos
Am F
Next time I'm in church, please no photos
Am G
Police escorts everybody passports
Am F
This the life that everybody ask for
Am G
This a fast life we are on a crash course
Am F
What you think I rap for to push a fucking RAV 4
Am G
But I know that if I stay stunting
Am F
All these girls only gonna want one thing
Am G
I could spend my whole life good will hunting
Am F
Only good gon' come is as good when I'm cumming
Am G
She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string
Am F
And up top, unh, two bee stings
Am G
And I'm beasting off the riesling
Am F
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
Am G
We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
Am F
I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring
Am G
Reebok baby You need to drop some new things
Am F
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
Am G
What's that 'Ye? baby, these heels
Am F
Is that a may, what, Baby, these wheels
Am G
You trippin' when you ain't sippin' have a refill
Am F
You feelin' like you runnin' huh, now you know how we feel (Wassup)
Am G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F Am
Hey hey hey hey hey
G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F Am
Hey hey hey hey hey (wassup)
Am G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F
Hey hey hey hey hey
Am G Am
Heeeey hey hey hey hey hey
F Am
We gonna run this town tonight
Am G Am F x2
Wassup!
Run This Town Tom: Cm Intro: Cm - Bb - Cm - Ab
[Intro - Rihanna]
Cm Bb Cm
Feel it comin' in the air
Ab Cm
Hear the screams from everywhere
Bb Cm
I'm addicted to the thrill
Ab Cm...
It's a dangerous love affair
Can't be scared when it goes down Got a problem, tell me now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight... Is who's gonna run this town tonight... We gonna run this town
[Verse 1 - Jay-Z]
We are Yeah I said it We are This is Roc Nation Pledge your allegiance Get y'all fatigues on All black everything Black cards, black cars All black everything And our girls are blackbirds Ridin' with they dillingers I'd get more in Depth If you boys really real enough This is la familia I'll explain later But for now let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma Six zeros Dot zero Here it go... Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas Now we squared up Hold up
[Chorus - Rihanna]
Life's a game but it's not fair I break the rules so I don't care So I keep doin' my own thing Walkin' tall against the rain Victory's within the mile Almost there, don't give up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy (Is who's gonna run this town tonight) Hey-hey-hey-heyyy
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
We are Yeah I said it We are You can call me Cesar In a dark Czar Please follow the lea-der So Eric B. we are Microphone fiend It's the return of thee God Peace God... (Auh! Auh! ) And ain't nobody fresher I'm in Mason (Ah! ) Martin Margiela On the tape we're screamin' Fuck the other side, they jealous We got a bankhead full of broads(?) They got a table full of fellas... (?) And they ain't spending no cake They should throw they hand in 'Cause they ain't got no spades... My whole team got dough So my bankhead is lookin' like millionaire's 'fro
[Chorus - Rihanna]
Life's a game but it's not fair I break the rules so I don't care So I keep doin' my own thing Walkin' tall against the rain Victory's within the mile Almost there, don't give up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gonna run this town tonight Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy (Is who's gonna run this town tonight) Hey-hey-hey-heyyy
[Verse 3 - Kanye West]
It's crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow To everybody on your dick, no homo I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos Next time I'm in church, please no photos Police escorts Everybody passports This the life that everybody ask for This a fast life We are on a crash course What you think I rap for To push a fucking RAV4? But I know that if I stay stun-ting All these girls only gonna want one thing I could spend my whole life good will hun-ting Only good gon' come is as good when I'm cumm-ing She got a ass that'll swallow up a g-string And up top, unh... Two bee stings And I'm beasting Off the riesling And my nigga just made it out the precinct We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring Reebok Baby You need to drop some new things Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings? What's that 'Ye? Baby, these heels Is that a may? What! Baby, these wheels You trippin' when you ain't sippin' Have a refill You feelin' like you runnin', huh? Now you know how we feel
[Outro - Rihanna]
We gonna run this town tonight!
[Outro - Jay-Z]
Wassup!
History Tom: G
(chorus) G G F F D D C C C Now that all the smoke is gone(lighter) G G F F D D C C C And the battle finally won(give me a lighter) G G F F D D C C C F Em D Victory`s finally ours (lighters up, lighters up) G G F F D D C C C History so loved, so long, so long, so long?
(jay-z, verse) G G F F D D C C C In search of victory, she keeps it If only we could be together momentarily We could make love, and make history Why won`t you visit me, until she visits me I`ll be stuck with a sista, her name is defeat She gives me agony, so much agony She brings me so much pain G G F F D D C C C So much misery, like missing your last shot And fall to your knees . G G F F D D C C C F Em D As the crowd screams, for the other team G G F F D D C C C I practice so hard for this moment victory don`t lead I know what this means, i`m stuck in this routine Whole new different day, but the same old things All i got is dreams, but nobody else could see Nobody else believe, nobody else but me Where are you victory, i need you desperately G G F F D D C C C F Em D Not just for the moment. to make history G G F F D D C C C Now that all the smoke is gone(lighter) And the battle finally WON (lighters) G G F F D D C C C F Em D Victory`s finally ours (yea, yea, yea) G G F F D D C C C History so loved, so long, so long, so long?
(jay-z, verse) G G F F D D C C So now i`m flirting with death Hustla like a cheat, while victory wasn`t watching Took chances repeatedly As a teenage boy, before acne Before i got proactive, i couldn`t face sheet I just threw on my hoodie and headed to the streets I swear i met success, we lived together shortly A success is like lust, witch is good for the touch G G F F D D C C C F Em D Witch is good for the moment, but she`s never enough G G F F D D C C Everybody`s had her, she`s nothing like me A success is all i got, unfortunately But i`m burning down the block I`ve been in it down defeat But something tells me that there`s much more to see Before i get killed, cos i can`t get robbed So before me, success and death bandage I gotta get lost, i gotta find free We gotta be together to make history
(chorus) G G F F D D C C Now that all the smoke is gone (lighters up) And the battle finally WON(lighter up) Victory`s finally ours (lighters up) History so loved, so long, so long, so long?
(jay-z, verse) G G F F D D C C Now history is mine, it taste so sweet She`s my trophy wife, she commin with me We have a baby who stutters` repeatedly We name him history He repeats after me He`s my legacy, son i`m a hard work Future of my past, he`ll explain who i be Rank me among the greats Either 1 2 or 3, if i ain`t number one Then i failed your victory Ain`t in it for the fame, that dies in 10 weeks Ain`t in it for the money, can`t take me when you live I wanna be remembered long after you breath Long after i`m gone, long after i breath I live all i am, in the hands of history Bless my last will testimony This is much more then a song It`s a baby shower, i`ve been waiting for this hour History your ours.
(chorus x2)
G G F F D D C C Now that all the smoke is gone And the battle finally rise Victory`s finally ours (lighters up) History so loved, so long, so long, so long?
99 Problems Tom: E
n/c
If you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
[Verse One]
E
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed D- E
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those
E
If you grew up with holes in ya zapatos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough D- E
I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
E
Got beef with radio; i don't play they show They don't play my hits well i don't give a shit SO D- E
Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads...fuckers E
I don't know what you take me as or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has D- E
I'm from rags to ritches niggas i ain't dumb I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me
[Chorus] E
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one D- E
If you havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
E
Hit me
usw.
[Verse Two] The year is '94 and my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm) Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor Now i ain't tryin' to see no highway chase for Jay Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case So i...pull over to the side of the road i heard "Son do you know what i'm stoppin' you for?" Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low But do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo'? "Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-four" "Liscense and registration and step out of the car" "Are you carryin' a weapon on you i know alot of you are" I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit "Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?" Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?" "Or somebody important or somethin'?" Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "We'll see how smart you are when the K-9 come" I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me
[Chorus X2]
[Verse Three] Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy But a pussy havin' no God damn sense, try and push me I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform You know the type loud as a motor bike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clappin''n' He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the captain And there i go traped in the kit-kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin' again Paparazzis with they cameras snappin' them D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again Half-a-mil for bail cause i'm African All because this fool was harrassin' them Tryin' to play the boy like hes saccharin' But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how i hold my gun I got 99 problems, bein' a bitch ain't one Hit me
[Chorus X3]
Your crazy for this one, Rick! Its ya boy you're havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
[Verse One] I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes" I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in ya zapatos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio; i don't play they show They don't play my hits well i don't give a shit SO Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads...fuckers I don't know what you take me as or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has I'm from rags to ritches niggas i ain't dumb I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me
[Chorus] 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin' girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me
[Verse Two] The year is '94 and my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin' law I got two choices y'all pull over the car or (hmmm) Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor Now i ain't tryin' to see no highway chase for Jay Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case So i...pull over to the side of the road i heard "Son do you know what i'm stoppin' you for?" Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low But do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo'? "Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-four" "Liscense and registration and step out of the car" "Are you carryin' a weapon on you i know alot of you are" I ain't steppin out of shit all my papers legit "Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?" Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something'?" "Or somebody important or somethin'?" Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "We'll see how smart you are when the K-9 come" I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one Hit me
[Chorus X2]
[Verse Three] Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havin' a pussy But a pussy havin' no God damn sense, try and push me I tried to inore him and talk to the Lord Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform You know the type loud as a motor bike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clappin''n' He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the captain And there i go traped in the kit-kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on the floor scratchin' again Paparazzis with they cameras snappin' them D.A. tried to give the nigga shaft again Half-a-mil for bail cause i'm African All because this fool was harrassin' them Tryin' to play the boy like hes saccharin' But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how i hold my gun I got 99 problems, bein' a bitch ain't one Hit me
[Chorus X3]
Your crazy for this one, Rick! Its ya boy
Bonnie & Clyde
Jay Z feat. Beyoncé
Tom: Dm
Intro: Dm Am E Am
Uhh uhh uhh. You ready B?
Dm Am E Am
Let's go get 'em..
[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Dm
Look for me! Young, B
Am E
Cruisin down the westside - high, way
Am Dm
Doing what we like to do - our, way
Am E
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
Am
all of my dates been blind dates
Dm Am
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
E Am
I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's true to the heart
Dm Am
She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney
E Am
Only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City"
Dm Am
She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
E Am
She's right back to being my soldier
Dm Am
Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
E Am
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
Dm Am
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
E Am
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
Dm Am
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
E Am
The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B
[Chorus:]
Dm Am E Am
[Jay]: All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
Dm Am E Am
[Bey]: Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
Dm Am E Am
[Jay]: All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
Dm Am E Am
[Bey]: Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin It won't be that; oh no it won't be that I don't be at, places where we comfy at With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is But girlfriend, work with the kid I keep you workin at Kermain, Burkin bag ???? Manolo Blahniks, Timbs, aviator lens 600 drops, Mercedes Benz The only time you wear Burberry to swim And I don't have to worry, only worry is him She do anything necessary for him And I do anything necessary for her so don't let the necessary occur, yep!
[Chorus]
[Beyonce] (Talk to 'em B) If I was your girlfried I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you Even if it's somebody ???? Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em) Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be And so I put this on my life Nobody or nothing will ever come between us And I promise I'll give my life and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend Put this on my life The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in I promise I'll give my life and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend
[Chorus]