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Celebration

Исполнитель: Team Roc f Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Sauce M

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[hispanic voice same as "Intro" from _In My Lifetime, Vol. 1_]<br>What you think you like me? You ain`t like me *motherfucker*<br>You a punk<br>I been with MADE people.. CONNEC-TED people<br>Who you been wit? Chain snatchin, jive-ass, maricon *motherfuckers*<br>Why don`t you go get lost<br>Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>You`re now tuned into the greatest<br>*Motherfuckers* can`t beat us, join us, can`t fade us, hate us<br>Can`t touch it, *fuck it*, can`t see em, try to be em<br>Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder<br>Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under<br>Face one up, to take over, the break`s over<br>*Nigga* I`m the God MC, me, Jay-hovah<br>*Shit* knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran<br>Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand<br>hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away<br>They wanna see me pay, *motherfuckers* better ride<br>if they try to plant, under the seat of my car<br>even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes<br>Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper<br>Rep ya game pros<br><br>[Wais]<br>We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this<br>Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix<br>Spittin sperm inside of latex<br>You get, no respect like a child rapist<br>Delegate this, men just givin facelifts<br>Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus<br>nor Ceasar`s, the CIA flooded my block with diseases<br>Informants, heating the spot up like global warming<br>Who start *shit*? My style is laced with arsenic<br>Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless<br>I know you wanna see me wasted<br>You call the order, I`ll be in Hell<br>Team Roc sweater and ice water<br>Righteous, dominate the global, my life`s a novel<br>blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals<br>Y`all niggaz is local but that`s evident<br>I`m Resident Evil, movin like ?<br><br>[Memphis Bleek]<br>Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin<br>I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya<br>Point the Mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up<br>Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture<br>like a compound fracture, can`t *fuck* widdit<br>For the love of sex money and drugs<br>Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs<br>Let the four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower<br>and bring flowers for the bodies that surround us<br>If you was lookin you found us<br>Movin with speed, tried to play Superman<br>ended up like Chris Reeves<br>Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah`s of Egypt<br>Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly weaved it<br>Keepin my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16`s<br>bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded<br>Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret<br>It`s like a story never told, but believe it...<br><br>[Sauce Money]<br>Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker<br>Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like Sanka<br>I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, Aim better<br>than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire<br>"Show Me The Money" like Clue tapes<br>Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin<br>Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin<br>Four shots spin ya like chrome rims<br>Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin<br>White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman<br>Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny<br>*Niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that`s fully developed<br>like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon<br>Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin?<br>Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezing<br>No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail<br>Got em scared to drop like soap in jail<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Geyeah, there you have it<br>Just think of ours as can`t be touched, tested, whatever<br>Never disrespect this thing of ours<br>Roc-a-Fella family

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