Pump It Up (Remix)

[Jay-Z] Gimme that beat fool, it’s a full time jack move Don’t worry skano ill give it back soon Just having a little fun, was sup my nigga? S dot collection Black album coming soon Just gonna vent a little bit Have a little fun with it Yes Ain't nobody dumpin' on Hov You ain’t in sanitation or sanitarium What are you crazy Jay-Z’ll bury em I'll get you drug out the club they have to carry em Go head, bug out, I'll raid, niggas scurry Worry I'm not the Mike Jordan of the mic recording It's Hovi baby you Kobe, maybe Tracy McGrady Matter fact you a Harold Miner, J.R. Rider Washed up on marijuana Even worse, you a Pervis Ellis You worthless fella You ain't no athlete, you Shawn Bradley And I ain’t talkin' to nobody in particular My flow's just vehicular homicide when I’m kickin' up DUST! Anybody in my path Is a car crash waiting to happen, nigga what? I got my foot on the throat On the pulse of this rap game and I ain’t letting up, YUP! Yeah, who’s the nicest life or lifeless on these mic devices? And I don't write this I just mic this I will it to happen One take Hov I’m real at this rapping My new name is just the facts While the rest of y'all just adjust the facts Put words together, just to match I say what I feel y’all adjust to that I do the opposite of y’all so I just attract The realer audience usually unjustly black Know my flow and the shit they go through just match Like the sound of my voice and a choice Just track I just tackle the subject the flack of the public Nothing, I know real niggas happen to love it If you don’t like it then look in the mirror Most likely you ain’t live it so you don’t get it You ain’t did it so you can't vision it The picture I’m painting ain't vivid The language I’m spitting is so foreign to ya See what starving'll do to ya Growin up hard in a little apartment'll do to ya I’m just talkin’ to ya [Joe Budden] Gimme that beat fool It’s a full time jack move Sorry Jay, Webb said take it back dude Ha Nitti too, he played a part in that Listen I’m just having some fun No Pardon the future Sing the track now It's been a good week Hova You can give it back now All these rappers is cooking crack and Took the realness out the game it’s time to put it back in The fans finally got it understood they just yappin While Joey’s in the hood like Madden Whoa Success is wrapped up Checks just rack up Everybody’s a killer but the deaths don’t add up Everybody’s a hustler but the money ain’t coming in Y’all is it just my math sucks? Nah In time I'ma super-succeed their wealth Like everybody’s so scared to just be they self Add the bass in your voice get found like the cool So we could sound like loon or pound like boom Don’t end up a dead man for the cheddar Only way to play Joey's Def Jam Vendetta for real On your Pro Tools lose, and don’t be shocked Open the booth door we be like old school move it I ain't Kobe or Tracy, Jay-Z, JB merk Joey the future I’m more like Dirk Anybody buyin respect me Try and wet me Y’all dudes will never make it Y'all a Tyus Edney I’m a standout like Yao Ming, I’m what's sparking now Like fall back Shaq, I’m starting now Boys poppin it toys poppin spit I’m not from round these parts I’m Stojakovic Never hear your man say I’m the Jordan of rappin He’s gettin fatigued early and his scoring is lackin Legacy is gettin' ruined and you don’t want that So pretty much learn from him, don’t come back And rap is gettin’ wack, time for Gs to step in Cause’ you are not that hot, don’t believe the yes men Ain’t about who’s better than uh, it’s so evident They hard to be real with no evidence And I ain’t comin' at Jay, 'cause he’s the greatest breathing But he already paved the way, I’m just layin' my cement Not the same way I was dude I’m done drivin' now I’m in your 745 plus 2 Don’t have your label call mine for no extracurricular Rappers is all girls, extra particular Seen many men with the jake Next time y'all listen to "Many Men" I'll make sure you relate Only Jay coulda came Just Blazed it like me Everybody else chills, Just Blaze can agree Packin a MAC in the back of the Acura, no Clappin' the gat you be wrapped in the caddy but naw What you want punk double clip pump Ride by slump forth cocked playa on top Hater warm rock with his teeth toes wrapped With the brand new savior of east coast rap Don’t worry y'all I’ll bring the east coast back Nah par, this ain’t a movie but meet Joe Black Try to relate to it I just speak those facts If you was in the front now your seat goes back What the deallin' Like New York been soft since Bin Laden came thru and crushed the buildings Trying to restore the feeling, just speaking to ya I’m just speaking through ya