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Jay-Z 44 Fours Lyrics (Forty-four fours lyrics)

Jay-Z – 44 Fours (Forty-Four Fours)
[Jay-Z Intro]
Yall know what I'm getting into
Yall dont know what I'm gettin into...alright help me out on this then.
Yes, yes...Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
One more time my man...
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
Well I'm gone...

[Jay-Z]
Too much West coast dick-lickin', and too many niggas on a mission
Doing your best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions
That you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen
Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe
I'ma call you a hoe, 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
Shall I continue? ok...

{Chorus}
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
I'm kinda lovin' that
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
Well I'm gone...

[Jay-Z]
Roc-A-Fella forever, Hov for life
Debut's a classic, first album four mics
I should have got a five, but niggas lacked foresight
But I don't give a fuck
I aint't do it for the hype
I do it for the hustlers, for the ghetto, for their plight
For the struggle, for those who bubble white
For fly four-by-fours, ruthless cars, flawless ice
For the pain for yall to know what it's like
For everytime it rains forty days and forty nights
For every promise made that never saw the light
I'll get my own forty acres give me four nights
Four O's, a glock forty for the jackers and I'm right
Or the four-four would suffice
A fourteen year old to look out for the Vice
And you can sit back and can just wait for the flight
Voyeur takeoff look I've been strippin all my life
That's the type of metaphors I write
To let niggas know I was real before the mic
Before front rows had the fur at the fight
No PETA on my peter left some room for the divas
In a suite we'll meet up if you're wild for the night
On a rampage, champagne pours on the floor
For all those who aint make it here lost their life
Wouldn't forget y'all for any price
Not for no hoes, not for no ice
Not for no fame, nor for bright lights
So I'm a end this here real mean but I'm right
Forty-four fours muthafuckers, I'm nice!