Jay-Z - You, Me, Him And Her lyrics

Album: The Dynasty: Roc La Familia (2000)

Told y´all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me?
Unstoppable, niggaz! Uhh
Memph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya heard?
It is a Dynasty! Who do you believe?

Jigga Man, mo´ better, mo´ cheddar
Foes knock the man off your Polo sweater
Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella
Remember me? The teachers used to fail us
Now it is mo´ scrilla, hoe killers
Fo´-wheelers, we - gorillas
Oh please feel us - we heat holders
Fightin? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn´t still us
The plot thickens, the block clickin
We got the game tied up, stop trippin
Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y´all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uhh
Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan
The fire I spit burn down Happyland
Social Club, we unapproachable thugs
Non-social, gone postal
Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
like a Don´s supposed to, Shawn
I thought I told you, these aint just vocals
Don´t make me take it to the old school
I put holes through your hoes too
through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
F*ck it; Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y´all
Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek..

[Memphis Bleek]
Y´all dudes don´t - get it, come widdit
5th loaded with slugs that´ll rest in your fitted
It is M dot E-M, the Roc be them
Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?
You wan´ press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
I crush your larynx, you talk ´bout us nigga
No obituary, I get it critical
You know Memph´ll hit the pall bearer liftin you
When I cock the plastic, make em drop the casket
When it is hot, I am blastin, it is the Roc, you bastards
Jigga Man what? Amil-lion yea
Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel come on
Spit acid, come on
Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggaz want to front & get jumped
Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga, we´re, the supreme squad
You can dream hard but reality is
we push the dream cars, f*ck the queen broads
puff the green raw, we as real as it get
We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
Bitches don´t talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek huh?
Amil-lion yea, Sigel Sigel rap

[Beanie Sigel]
R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop
From Tower to ma & pop, I move out stop
Shower your mom block, move out with glocks
Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up
Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
Competition, linin em up
Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze lime em up
You want, drama what? Well silence it up
Since a young buck, violent as f*ck
Wasn´t me dog, the high will do it
I used to wild off embalmin fluid
I sent niggaz to the trauma unit
Forty-five or the nine´ll do it
I f*ck around & have your moms go through it - I am a beast!
Shit, niggaz always want to ye shit, then they want to cease shit
when they motherf*ckin peeps hit
But I do not cease nuttin, I decease som´un
I f*ck around & have you sleepin underneath som´un
Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel y´all
Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion right

[Amil]
Yo, A to the M-I, feminist
Holdin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
Am I, gon´ run or stay, can I
get away no you can not can´t I surrendi?
And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot
In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di


Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel y´all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh


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