Cover of Jay-ZH.A.M is produced by one of Hip-Hop's favorite producers of the moment, Lex Luger. Who was the producer of summer hits for Rick Ross and Waka Flocka. The track is Roc Opera and is a street banga. Jay plays no games and throws back to his fast flow. Love IT!
Lyrics after the jump.
The Greats Speak:
Ye:
It was all good just a week ago,
N---as feel theyselves and then watch the throne drop
N---as kill theyself
What n---as gon do, Hov?
This a new crack on a new stove
I'm in the two-door, true that
N---as tellin' me, "You back"
Like a n---a ever left up out this bitch, hunh?
And if life a bitch, suck my di--, hunh?
And I bet she f---ed the whole clique, hunh?
By the way n---a, you should f---in' quit, n---a
Just forget it, you talk it, I live it
Like Eli, I did it, jokes on you mutha----er and I get it
No paper, ho, but you can have some more of me
Or-gy, or are we speakin' metaphorically?
Historically, I'm kickin' bitches out like Pam, n---a
Goin' H.A.M. n---a, me and Jigga
And a n---a still young, wanna have no kids
But I've been practicing with some actresses as bad as sh--
And a few white girls, asses flat as sh--
But the head so good, damn a n---a glad he hit
Got 'em jumpin' out the building
Watch out below, a million out the door
I'm about to go H.A.M.
Hard as a mutha----er, let these n---as know who I am
I'm about to go H.A.M.
Hard as a mutha----er, let these n---as know who I am
King Hov:
F--- y'all mad at me for?
You don't even know what I've been through
I play chicken with a Mack truck
Y'all mutha----ers woulda been moved
I swam waters with Great Whites
Y'all mutha----ers woulda been chewed
I hustle with vultures late nights
Y'all mutha----ers woulda been food
F--- wrong with these dudes?
Try to walk around in these shoes
See the sh-- I saw growing up
And maybe you can take a peek at these boots
N---as fantasize about the sh-- that I do daily
Like these rappers rap about all the sh-- that I do really
I'm like really, half a billi, n---a?
Really you got baby money
Keep it real with n---as, n---as ain't got my lady money
Watch the throne, don't step on our road
Bad enough we let you step on our globe
When my nephew died, daddy dead
N---as took the price on my uncle's head
Nobody called the cops as my uncle bled
So I feel like I would like to know my uncle's bread
Bow down, brother pay homage
Don't spill hate all on my garments
Commes des Garçon, f--- your fresh
Head shots n---a, f--- your vests
F--- the pig, no pork on my fork
Peace God, 'cause you know a n---a just went H.A.M.
Hard as a mutha----er, let these n---as know who I am
Yeah I'm 'bout to go H.A.M.
Hard as a mutha----er, let these n---as know who I am
Yeah I'm 'bout to go H.A.M.
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