Jay-Z

(Rihanna)
Feeling it coming in the air,
hear the screams from everywhere,
I’m addicted to thrill,
Its a dangerous love affair,
Can’t be scared when nickels down,
got a problem tell me now,
Only thing thats on my mind is who gon run this town tonight,
who gon run this town tonite,
We gon run this town!

Wassup
Wassup

(Jay-Z)
We are,
yeah I said it we are,
this is Roc Nation,
Pledge your allegiance,
get your fatigues on,
all black everything,
black cards, blacks cars,
all black everything,
and that girls a black birds riding with their dillingers,
i get more in depth,
if you boys really real enough
This is la Familia, I’ll explain later,
but for now let me get back to this paper,
[lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com]
I’m a couple bands down,
and im tryin get back,
I gave doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks,
me im talking 5 comma 6 zero’s, got zero’s, (?)
back to running circles round..
now we squared up, Hold uuuup

(Rihanna - Chorus)
Life’s a game and but its not fair,
I break the rules so I don’t care,
So i keep doing my own thing,
walking tall against the rain,
victory’s within the mile,
almost there don’t give up now,
only thing thats on my mind is who’s gon run this town tonight,
heeeeey, heeeey, heeeey
who’s gon run this town tonite,

[Jay-Z]
We are,
Yeah I said it we are,
you can call me Ceasar,
in a dark ceasar,
please follow the leader,
So Eric B we are,
Microphone fiend, this the return of The God,
Peace God,
ah ah,
it aint no nobody fresher,
Im in mason, ah, martin, margella,
on the table screaming f-ck the other side they jealous,
we got a banquet full of broads,
they got a table full of fella’s,
yeaaaahh, and they aint spending no cake,
they should throw they hand in cos they aint got no spades,
yeah, my whole team got dough,
so my banquet is looking like millionaires row.
yeaaaaah.

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
Its crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow,
to everybody on your d-ck, no homo,
i bought my whole family whips, no volvo’s
Next time I’m in Church please no photos,
police escorts, everybody passports,
this the life that everybody ask for
This the fast life we are on a crash course
what you think i rap for to push a f-cking Rav 4,
but i know that if I stay stunting,
all these girls only gon want one thing,
i can spend my whole life good will hunting,
only good gon come is its good when Im ….,
she got an ass that will swallow up a G-string,
and up top ahh, 2 bee stings,
and im beasting off the re sling,
and my n-gga just made it out the precinct,
we give a damn bout the drama that your dude bring,
im just tryin change the color of your mood ring,
[lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com]
Reebok baby, you need to try some new things,
have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
whats that Ye? baby these heels,
is that a make?
whaaat,
baby these wheels,
you trippin when you aint sippin, have a refill
you feel like you running huh, now you know how we feel,

Wassup (Jay-Z)

[Rihanna]
Heeeeey, heeeey, heeeeey,
we gon run this town tonight,
Wassup (Jay-Z)
[Lyrics Courtesy of KillerHipHop.com]
[End]

SRC:  killerhiphop.com

“Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen,
No ID on the track let the story begin, begin, begin” (chorus)

This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone, this ain’t for itunes, this ain’t for sing alongs,
this is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde, preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song, wrong,
this aint politcally correct, this might offend my political connects,
my raps don’t have melodies, this should make jackers wanna go and commit felonies, ahh
get your chain tooken, I may do it myself - I’m so Brooklyn.
I know we facing a recession, but the music y’all making going make it the great depression.
All y’all lack aggression put your skirt back down, grow a set man.
Yeah this just violent, this is the death of autotune, moment of silence.

(Chorus)

This ain’t a number one record, this is practically assault with a deadly weapon,
I made it just for flex and Mister CEE I want people to feel threatened
stop your bloodclot crying, the kid, the dog everybody dying, no lying,
you boys jeans too tight, you colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black for a year straight, I might bring back Versace shades
this ain’t for z100, Ye told me to kill y’all to keep it 1 hundred,
this is for hot 97, for Khalid we the best’n,
yeah this is just violent, this is death of autotune, moment of silence.

(Chorus)

This might need a verse from Jeezy, I might send this to the mixtape weezy,
get somebody from BMF to talk on this, give this to a blood let a crip walk on it,
50 thou to style on this, I just don’t need nobody to smile on this,
you rappers singing too much, get back to rap you t-paining too much.
I’m a multi-millionaire so how is it I’m still the hardest here,
I don’t be in the project hallway talking about how I be in the project all day
that sound stupid to me, if you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me.
Yeah just get violent, this is death of auto-tune moment of silence.

SRC: killerhiphop.com