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What More Can I Say Lyrics Jay Z

What More Can I Say (Album Version (Explicit)) – JAY-Z

Are you not entertained?

Are you not entertained?

Is this not why you’re here?

Uh, uh, huh

Turn the music up

Turn me down

Guru, let’s go get ’em again

This time it’s for the money my nigga

Brooklyn stand up

There’s never been a nigga this good for this long

This hood

Or this pop is hot

Or this strong

With so many different flows

This one’s for this song

The next one I’ll switch up

This one will get bit up

These fucks

To lazy to make up shit

They crazy

They don’t paint pictures

They just trace me

You know what

Soon they forget who they plucked

They whole style from

And try to reverse the outcome

I’m like, cluck

I’m not a biter

I’m a writer

For myself and others

I say a B.I.G. verse I’m only biggin’ up my brother

Biggin’ up my borough

I’m big enough to do it

I’m that thorough

Plus I know my own flow is foolish

So the rings and things you sing about

Bring ’em out

It’s hard to yell when the barrel’s in your mouth

I’m in, new sneakers

Deuce seaters

A few divas

What more can I tell you?

Let me spell it for you

W-i-double L-I-E

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Nobody truer than H-O-V

And I’m back for more

New York’s ambassador

Prime Minister back to finish my business up

What more can I say?

What more can I do?

I give this all to you

I know this much is true

My life

(Look at my life)

(See what I see)

What more can I say to you

You heard it all

You already know what I’m about

Flying birds down south

Moving wet off the step

Purple Rain in the drought

Stunting on hoes

Brushing off my shirt

But ain’t nothing on my clothes

Except my chain

My name

Young H-O

Pitch the yea faithful

Even if they patrol I make payroll

Benz paid for

Friends they roll

Private jets down to Turks and Caicos

Chrys’ case loads

I don’t give a shit

Nigga one life to live I can’t let a day go

Bye

Without me being fly

Fresh to death

Head to toe until the day I rest

And I don’t wear jerseys I’m thirty plus

Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups

S dots on my feet

Makes my cycle complete

What more can I say Guru play the beat

We gonna let this ride into the hook

I’ma snap my fingers on this one

What more can I say to you?

Get my grown man on

Let’s go!

(What more can I say?)

Now you know ass is Willie

When they got you in a mag

For like half a billi

And your ass ain’t Lily

White

That mean that shit you write must be illy

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Either that or your flow is silly

It’s both

I don’t mean to boast

But damn if I don’t brag

Them crackers gonna act like I ain’t on they ads

The Martha Stewart

That’s far from Jewish

Far from a Harvard student

Just had the balls to do it

And no I’m not through with it

In fact I’m just previewing it

This ain’t the show I’m just EQ’in it

One, two and I won’t stop abusing it

To groupie girls stop false accusing it

Back to the music

The Maybach roof is translucent

Niggas got a problem Houston

What up B?

They can’t shut up me

Shut down I

Not even P.E.

I’ma ride

God forgive me for my brash delivery

But I remember vividly

What these streets did to me

So picture me

Letting these clowns nit pick at me

Paint me like a pickanniny

I will literally

Kiss Tee-Tee in the forehead

Tell her please forgive me

Then squeeze until your forehead

I’m not the one to score points off

In fact

I got a joint to knock your points off

Young

Hova the God nigga blast for me

I’m at the Trump International

Ask for me

I ain’t never scared

I’m everywhere

You ain’t never there

Nigga why would I ever care?

Pound for pound I’m the best to ever come around here

Excluding nobody

Look what I embody

The soul of a hustler I really ran the street

I CEO’s mine

That marketing plan was me

And no I ain’t get shot up a whole bunch of times

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Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines

And I ain’t animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes

But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines

Add that to the fact I went plat’ a bunch of times

Times that by my influence

On pop culture

I supposed to be number one on everybody’s list

We’ll see what happens when I no longer exist

Fuck this

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