Jay-Z - Squeeze 1st lyrics

Album: The Dynasty: Roc La Familia (2000)

Uh, yea, mmmm
William H. niggas
Holla, yea, yo

HOOK:
That is why I, squeeze 1st ask quesions last
That is how most of these so called gangstas pass
I, squeeze 1st ask questions last
Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that is why I am livin today

[JIGGA]
Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face
I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya
I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya
I move light, like my shoes too tight
Leave niggas confused from the day to the night
At night, see the light, when the pistol´s sparkin
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin
I keep cash ´case cops arrest me
´case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me
You shall repent ´fore you spend a red cent
If not, you somebody up close to sin
Thou shalt not f*ck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I am part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker ´cept I am hard to smoke
And y´all choke motherf*ckers

HOOK

[JIGGA]
I said thou shalt not f*ck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I am part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker ´cept I am hard to smoke
Thou shalt not f*ck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I am part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker ´cept I am hard to smoke
And y´all choke niggas

HOOK

[JIGGA]
Y´all don´t understand
I said thou shalt not f*ck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I am part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker ´cept I am hard to smoke
Y´all choke niggas

HOOK

[JIGGA]
See when I am low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard
I am a player for real, I post & pivot
Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit
Where the demons live, shit my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids, y´all get the f*ck outta this verse
It is about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen & live it, I did some things I admit it
Wasn´t proud of it, but I was a child f*ck it
Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
Couldn´t sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis
Shit it was either that or be livin wit Elvis
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X
Wanted to tell God that I do not deserve this
Was afraid that he would tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you´ven´t heard stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama
Told her I ain´t promised tomorrow, have got to live for the day
And before she could say Jay...
I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality
Men have got to do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me
Ahh shit man...
Young Hova ya heard?
Who could f*ck wit him?

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