My 1st Song (The Grey Album)

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]

Y'all wanna know why he don't stop?

Y'all wanna know why he don't flop?

Let me tell you pe-people why

Came from the bottom of the block I

When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit

Had to pull the opposite out this bitch

Had to get my ri-ide on

Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to

Had to had to get these chips

Had to make moves like Olajuwon

Started out selling dimes and nicks

Graduated to a brick

No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip

Legendary like a schoolboy

Crushin' merely nearly every every chick

Heavy shit – that's how schoolboy got whipped

And got left on some Just Me, Myself and I

On some Trugoy shit

Had to voyage to a place of, to a place of no return

Had to play with fire and get burned

Only way the boy ever gon' learn

Had to lay way in the cut, 'til I finally got my turn

Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned

[Chorus: JAY-Z]

It's my life, it's my pain and my struggle

The songs that I sing to you is my everything

Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first

And my thirst is the same as when I came

It's my joy and my tears

And the laughter it brings to me, it's my everything

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]

Like I never rode in a limo

Like I just dropped flows to a demo

Like it's '92 again and I got O's in the rental

Back in the Stu' again

No prob' livin' was a whole lot simple

When you think back, you thought that

You would never make it this far

Then you take advantage of the luck you handed

Or the talent you been given

Ain't no half steppin', ain't no, no slippin'

Ain't no different from a block that's hittin'

Gotta get it while the getting's good

Gotta strike while the iron's hot, before you stop

Then you gotta bid it, good riddance

Goodbye! This is my second major breakup

My first was with a pager

With a hooptie, a cookpot and the GAME

This one's with the stu', with the stage, with the fortune

Maybe not the fortune, but certainly the FAME

[Chorus: JAY-Z]

It's my life, it's my pain and my struggle

The songs that I sing to you is my everything

Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first

And my thirst is the same as when I came

It's my joy and my tears

And the laughter it brings to me, it's my everything

Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first

And my thirst like the first song I sang

[Outro: JAY-Z]

Woo, it's like the blues, we gon' ride out on this one

Ty-Ty, B-High

Yo High, remember you was making them baskets

For them niggas at radio and shit?

Clark Kent, that was good looking out, nigga

Carline, who ever thought we'd make it this far, homie?

Sha, they can't stop us, knahmsayin'?

Lenny S

Dame, whattup! Robbing the bank

Niggas thought we was crazy, man, remember uhh

You had that fucked up ass handwriting

You was writing all the numbers that we was spending down

For the videos we was doing ourselves

(Ski, whattup? Original Flavor in the house)

Your accounting was crazy wrong and shit

But we still put it together

Biggs, whassup?

Member we went to St. Thomas and uh (John Meneilly)

Your dog peed on homie leg and shit

At his crib, I think that was Rudy

And they was having a lil trouble with the pool

You and Ty-Ty was laughing

Emory was there; whattup, Emory?

What up, Ty? Hip-Hop, whattup, man?

Aye, aye Hop, you ain't, you ain't have no uhh

You ain't have no muh'fuckin seat on your, on your bicycle

Now you're uhh, the head of black music

That's what I'm talking 'bout right there, homie

Gee, whattup, Gee?

Yessir, e'rybody in the Roc

Hey, Guru, I know you spoiled, man

I be taking them shits in one take

You gonna have to punch niggas' shit (?Snigity?)

You gon' be tight?

OG Juan, whattup? I'm a little upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process, but it's all good

Wassup, Dez?

My whole family, my nephew, cousin Angie, whassup? Ti-Ti

(Bey, Bey, Bey, Bey)

Mom, you made the album, how crazy is that?

Bobalob, rest in peace

My pops, rest in peace (Sup A.J.?)

Biggie Smalls, rest in peace

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Nigga, I'm bout to go golfing, man

Aye, I might even have me a cappuccino, fuck it!

I'm going somewhere nice where no mosquitoes at, nigga

Holla at me! It's your boy