Success

[Produced by No I.D. & Jermaine Dupri] [Intro: Armand Assante from American Gangster] "Your success took a shot at you. What are you going to do now? How are you gonna kill it? You're gonna become unsuccessful? Frank, you can be successful and have enemies, uh? Be unsuccessful too, and even have friends." [Interlude: Jay-Z] I got these niggas, Breezy, don't worry about it Let that bitch breathe! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less What do I think of success? It sucks, too much stress I guess I blew up quick 'Cause friends I grew up with See me as a premie, but I'm not, and my nuts big I don't know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious My rep is impeccable; I'm not to be fucked with, with Shit, let that bitch breathe! I'm way too important to be talking about extorting Asking me for a portion's like asking for a coffin Broad daylight I'll off your on-switch You're not too bright, goodnight, long kiss Bye bye, my reply... "BLAH, BLAH" Blast burner, then pass burner to Ty-Ty Finish my breakfast, why? I got an appetite for destruction and you're a small fry Now where was I? [Break: Jay-Z] Let that bitch breathe! [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I used to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more Truth be told I had more fun when I was piss-poor I'm pissed off, and this what success is all about? A bunch of niggas acting like bitches with big mouths All this stress, all I got is this big house Couple of cars, I don't bring half of them shits out All of this Ace of Spade I drink just to piss out I mean, I like the taste, could've saved myself 6 hours How many times can I go to Mr. Chow's, Tao's, Nobu? Hold up, let me move my bowels I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG, tell these boys (Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga, aoww!) I got watches I ain't seen in months Apartment at the Trump I only slept in once Niggas said Hova was over, such dummies Even if I fell I'll land on a bunch of money Y'all ain't got nothing for me [Break: Jay-Z] Nas, let that bitch breathe! [Verse 3: Nas] Success, McLaren, women staring My villain appearance Sacred blood of a king and my vein ain't spilling Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello Camaro driven, I climax from paper Then ask: "Why is life worth living?" Is it to hunt for the shit that you want? To receive's great, but I lust giving The best jewelers wanna make my things I make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chain Niggas mentioned on "One Love" Came home to the paper in hand Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments Google Earth Nas; I got flats in other continents Worst enemies wanna be my best friends Best friends wanna be enemies like that's what's in But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den Take everybody's chips, 'bout to cash them in Up your catalog, dog, mine's worth too much Like Mike Jacks ATV pub, Mottola can't touch Let this bitch breathe! (Ha heh) [Outro: Jay Z & Nas] Let this bitch breathe!