Jay-Z - All I Need lyrics

Album: The Blueprint Vol.1 (2002)

it is the roc! wooo!
my gear is right... (check)
my bucket is low... (check)
my rocawear is fittin´ incredible...

f*** it...
i guess i got my swagger back
mama that said i killed her man
well i guess i go tthe dagger back
it is the roc bastards we´re BACK!
in the heezy
jiggaman, B. sieg to M-east (what up fam?)
oskino & sparks & freeweezy (holla!)
mickey, mallory, chris & neef, hey!
all i need is the love of my crew
the whole industry can hate me i thugged my way through
and all...i...need is a chick to hold a jimmy like
meth & mary, like, marvin & tammi, unnnh...
now understands we can not be stopped
from blowin´ swisher sweets outta candy drops
like we underground kings, ridin´ dirty
a nigga been focused since i said hi to 30 (what up?)
young niggas ya´ll can´t hurt me
better watch & observe me
and learn hot to earn better, i burn cheddar
i set fire to your empire
i blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tire
yes I-ah...Jay I-ah...
double G-A livewire nigga holla back

CHORUS
all i need...
rocawear... (check)
nike airs... (check)
mean bucket... (uh huh)
armadale in the club couple o´ duckets (yea)
couple chicks by my side, let´s ride
all i need...
that new coupe (got that)
a doo-rag & a pocket full o´ loot (got those)
a sunny day some chicks that want to play
and i will be on my way

come on...now...
all i need in this world o´ sin
is me & my girlfriend! (ha ha)
i got a little two-two i call ´er peggy sue
when i am off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!)
have got to switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh)
a clown wan´ flip have got to reach for my bitch
want to act out a movie i could give you a clip (buk!)
but no adlibbin´ nigga stick to the script
now all...I...need is a high-priced lawyer
cuz it is foul ways nowadays everybody saw you
and they comin´ to court too, i thought you knew
can´t even steal on a nigga muthaf*ckas´ll sue
in this case whats a real muthaf*cka to do
when i am surrounded by squeal muh***as like you
but real niggas don´t fret cuz the number one crew?
R to the O to the C comin´ true

CHORUS

listen...
the cream too long, my team too strong
bleek is too hot, beans is gone
ya´ll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya´ll)
ya´ll whole block deserted, ya´ll fiends´re gone (bye bye)
the whole roc is jumpin´, we reached out zenith
got fiends throwin´ up on themself like willy beaman
any given sunday gunplay´s optional
however niggas want it like soul II soul
whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole
dikembe mutumbo of this rap shit
plus the jab is sick, & it is that quick
left hand´ll lean em like a little past six
now run along wit´cha little ass hits
read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS
shut ya bumba´ got a-rod numbers
all you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk
when i blast the pump, i leave you relaxed
in the hospital lookin´ at M*A*S*H for months
then i dumps dough on the D.A. desk
and the flea scott free & pee-pee on the steps...
he has got no respect
no law or governin´ why you f***in´ wit´ him?
matta´ fact, why you f***in´ wit´ them?
and ya´ll need is the R-O-C baby

CHORUS

listen...
(all i need)
rocafella records...
freeway...
oskino & sparks
chris and neef
(all i need)
mickey & mallory...
broad street bully...
M-Exstra money, ha...
YOUNG!
(all i need)
H to the izzo...
CLUE!
rell...
uh huh...yea, yea...
(all i need)

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