Jay-Z 2013 Album ‘Magna Carta… Holy Grail’ Album Tracklist, Lyrics, Cover Art

Jay-Z 2013 Album ‘Magna Carta… Holy Grail’ Album Tracklist, Lyrics, Cover Art

Tracklist

1. Holy Grail (feat. Justin Timberlake)

2. Picasso Baby

3. Tom Ford

4. FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt (feat. Rick Ross)

5. Oceans (feat. Frank Ocean)

6. F.U.T.W.

7. Somewhere In America

8. Crown

9. Heaven

10. Versus

11. Part II (On the Run) (feat. Beyonce)

12. Beach Is Better

13. BBC (feat. Nas, Justin Timberlake, Beyonce, Swizz Beatz, Pharrell & Timbaland)

14. Jay-Z Blue

15. La Familia

16. Nickels and Dimes

Lyrics to all the songs

Somewhere In America Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Verse 1]

Shout out to old Jews and old rules

New blacks with new stacks

I already been the king

Retro act, I'm just bringing it back

Like Jordan Packs

New money, they looking down on me

Blue bloods they trying to clown on me

You can turn up your nose high society

Never gone turn down the homie

Knock knock I'm at your neighbor house

Straight cash I bought ya neighbor out

You should come to the housewarming

Come and see what your new neighbor 'bout

Yellow Lambo in the driveway

A buck 35 on the highway

Frank Sinatra on my Sonos

Loud as fuck I did it my way

A million sold before the album dropped

White Lexus before I had a deal

Ask Bun B about me

This ain't no snap back, a nigas been trill

By the way, fuck math

You ain't gotta count it my nigga I can add

1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 20 million

Oh, I'm so good at math

Might crash ya Internet

And I ain't even into that

When I was talking Instagram

Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped

Feds still lurking

They see I'm still putting work in

Cause somewhereinamerica

Miley Cyrus is still twerkin'

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk

Twerk, Miley, Miley, twerk

Twerk,

Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley, twerk

Twerk, yeah, ugh-huh

Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley

Only in America

Nickels and Dimes Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Hook]

Nickels and dimes

Sticks to my mind

I'll never win

You have my friends

[Verse 1]

Got a thing for nickel plated nines and pretty dimes

Mac-11 I squeeze like lemon limes

Squirt obey your thirst, fashion lines

Between beauty and beast, I walk the line

Johnny Cash, I'm a real G

I cut my self today to see if I still bleed

Success is so sublime

Gotta do that time to time so I don't lose my mind

Something 'bout the struggle so divine

This sort of love is hard to define

When you scratching for every nickel and dime

Got me itching to do this shit for my mom

Do this shit for my town

Leave the door open hoping they kick it down

The purist form of giving is anonymous to anonymous

We gonna make it there, I promise this

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Sometimes I feel survivor's guilt

I gave some money to this guy, he got high as hell

Now I'm part of the problem far as I could tell

Did I do it for him or do it for myself

Can't lie to myself

I love my niggas more than my own blood

I die for my niggas and I love my cub, hope that's not fucked up

I got a problem with the handouts, I took the man route

I'll give an opportunity though, that's the plan now

No guilt in giving clear a nigga conscience out

No guilt in receiving, every thing within reason

Can't see it taking food out my little monster's mouth

That will drive me gaga

Run up in your momma's house, two nickels, one dime

Manslaughter charges, the lawyer, knocked it down

I'm just trying to find common ground

'fore Mr. Belafonte come and chop a nigga down

Mr. Day O, major fail

Respect these youngins boy, it's my time now

Hublot homie, two door homie

You don't know all the shit I do for the homies

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Pardon my hubris, Stanley Kubrick

With eyes wide shut, I could cook up two bricks

Turn nickels to dime, turn dimes to quarters

Turn wives from daughters, oh, I'm clear as water

And just for clarity, my presence is charity

My flow is a gift, philanthropist

Everybody around me rich, or will be

Baby boy I promise you this, or kill me

And when a nigga go as the old adage go

You die rich or you die a disgrace, so just let me grow

Watch me cook, throw no looks

Like Magic in his prime when Kareem sky hooked

Y'all not worthy, sometimes I feel like

Y'all don't deserve me, my flow unearthly

The greatest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous

So here y'all go, I promise this

[Hook]

Holy Grail Lyrics - Jay-Z ft. Justin Timberlake (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

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[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake]

You take the clothes off my back

And I let you

You steal the food right out of my mouth

And I watch you eat it

I still don't know why

Why our love is so much

Ohhh

You curse my name

In spite to put me to shame

Air all my laundry in the streets

Dirty or clean

Give it up for fame

But I still don't know why

Why I love it so much

Yea

[Hook]

And baby

It's amazing I'm in this maze with you

I just can't crack your code

One day you screaming you love me loud

The next day you're so cold

One day you here, one day you there, one day you care

You're so unfair sipping from your cup

Till it runneth over, Holy Grail

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Blue told me to remind you niggas

Fuck that shit y’all talking about

I'm the nigga, caught up in all these lights and cameras

But look what that shit did to Hammer

God-damnit it I like it

The bright lights is enticing

But look what it did to Tyson

All that money in one night

30 mill for one fight

But soon as all the money blows, all the pigeons take flight

Fuck the fame, keep cheating on me

What I do, I took her back, fool me twice

That's my bad, I can't even blame her for that

Enough to make me wanna murder

Momma please just get my bail

I know nobody to blame

Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself

[Bridge: Justin Timberlake]

And we all just entertainers

And we all just entertainers

And we're stupid, and contagious

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Now I got tattoos on my body

Psycho bitches in my lobby

I got haters in the paper

Photo shoots with paparazzi

Can't even take my daughter for a walk

See them by the corner store

I feel like I'm cornered off

Enough is enough

I'm calling this off

Who the fuck I'm kidding though?

I'm getting high

Sitting low

Sliding by

In that big body

Curtains all in my window

This fame hurt

But this chain works

I think back

You asked the same person

If this is all you had to deal with

Nigga deal with

It, this shit ain't work

This light work

Camera snapping, my eyes hurt

Niggas dying back where I was birthed

Fuck your IRIS and IRS

Get the hell up off of your high horse

You got the shit that niggas die for

Dry yours

Why you mad

Take the good with the bad

Don't throw that baby out with the bath water

You're still alive

Still that nigga

Niggas you survived

You still getting bigger nigga

Living the life

Vanilla wafers

In a villa

Illest nigga alive

Michael Jackson, Thriller

[Hook: Justin Timberlake]

[Bridge]

You get the air of my lungs whenever you need it

You take the blade right out of my heart just so you can watch me bleeding

I still don’t know why

Why I love you so much

Yea

And you play this game in spite to drive me insane

I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink with guess whose name

But I still don't know why

Our love is so much

[Hook]

Picasso Baby Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Verse 1]

I just want a Picasso, in my casa

No, my castle

I'm a hassa, no I'm an asshole

I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle

I wanna Rothko, no I wanna brothel

No, I want a wife that fuck me like a prostitute

Let's make love on a million, in a dirty hotel

With the fan on the ceiling, all for the love of drug dealing

Marble Floors, gold Ceilings

Oh what a feeling - fuck it I want a billion

Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up

Condos in my condos, I wanna row of

Christie's with my missy, live at the MoMA

Bacons and turkey bacons, smell the aroma

[Hook]

Oh what a feeling

Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby

Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca ca Picasso baby

Oh what a feeling x2

[Verse 2]

It ain't hard to tell

I'm the new Jean Michel

Surrounded by Warhols

My whole team ball

Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel

I just wanna live life colossal

Leonardo Da Vinci flows

Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes

See me thrown at the Met

Vogue'ing on these niggas

Champagne on my breath, Yes

House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern

Because I be going ape at the auction

Oh what a feeling

Aw fuck it I want a trillion

Sleeping every night next to Mona Lisa

The modern day version

With better features

Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner

Go ahead lean on that shit Blue

You own it

*break*

[Verse 3]

I never stuck my cock in the fox's box but

Damned if I didn't open Pandora's box

They try to slander your man

On CNN and Fox

My Miranda don't stand a chance, with cops

Even my old fans like old man just stop

I could if I would but I can't

I'm hot, and you blow

I'm still the man to watch, Hublot

On my left hand or not

Soon I step out the booth

The cameras pops niggas is cool with it

Till the canons pop

Now my hand on the Bible

On the stand got your man in a jam, again

Got my hands in cuffs

I'm like god damn enough

I put down the cans and they ran amok

My hairpin pierce skin, ruptures spleens

Cracks ribs, go through cribs, and other things

No sympathy for the king, huh?

Niggas even talk about your baby crazy

Eventually the pendulum swings

Don't forget America this how you made me

Come through with 'Ye mask on

Spray everything like SAMO

Though I won't scratch the Lambo

What's it gonna to take

For me to go

For y'all to see

I'm the modern day Pablo

Picasso baby

[Hook 2x]

Tom Ford Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Intro]

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass

Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass

Tom Ford, Tom Ford, Tom Ford

[Bridge]

Coming up, coming down

Riding clean fix your hair in my Crown

Bad bitch, H town

Keep it trill, y'all know y'all can't fuck around

[Verse 1]

Paris where we been, pard' my Parisian

It's Hov time in no time, it's fuck all y'all season

It's Bordeaux and Burgundies, flush out a Riesling

When Hov's out, those hoes out, y'all put y'all weaves in

Clap for a nigga with his rapping ass

Blow a stack for your niggas with your trapping ass

Spent all my euros on tuxes and weird clothes

I party with weirdoes, yeah Hov, yeah Hov

[Hook]

I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford

International bring back the Concorde

Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard

Tom Ford, Tom Ford, Tom Ford

[Verse 2]

Hands down got the best flow, sound I'm so special

Sound boy burial, this my Wayne Perry flow

Y'all know nothing about Wayne Perry though

District of Columbia, guns on your Tumblrs

Fuck hashtags and retweets, nigga

140 characters in these streets, nigga

Pardon my laughing, y'all only flagging on beats, nigga

Pardon my laughing, I happen to think you sweet

[Hook] + [Bridge]

FuckWithMeYouKnowIGotIt Lyrics - Jay-Z  ft. Rick Ross (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Intro: Pimp C]

Little over a year ago I was in bondage

And now I'm back out here reaping the blessings

And getting the benefits that go along with it

Everything that's out here for kings like us

The reason why we like this this jewelry and this diamonds and stuff

They don't understand is because we really from Africa

And that's where all this stuff come from

And we originated from kings, you know what I'm saying

So don't look down on the youngsters

Because they wanna have shiny things

It's in our genes, know what I'm saying

We just don't all know our history so...

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Fuck with me, you know I got it

Fuck with me, you know I got it

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it

Come fuck with me, you know I got it

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

I just landed in Europe, nigga

Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, nigga

Money talk I speak fluent, nigga

Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga

Look at me, I'm pure nigga

I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga

I don't bop, I do the money dance

My bitch whip cost a hundred grand

Red vert, tou see me slide

Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it

Sexy bitch I know she 'bout it

Fuck with me, you know I got it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Hov just landed in Rome, nigga

All hail, Caesar's home, niggas

Cent'anni, ciao bella

Come money dance with the good fellas

Hov keep gettin' that dinero, got it

Even if a nigga gotta Robert, get it?

Black Jack in casino

A nigga got unlimited credit

A nigga got a lot of vendettas

But we the Black mob, we gonna set it

Peel off in a Lamborghini Countach

200 in the dash we gonna rev it, skirt

Lucky Luciano is what that call me, paisano

A 100 keys at the piano plays across the Verrazano

El Padrino, in the villa in Venice sipping vino

Not bad for a mulliano, y'all know like we know, I got it

[Hook]

[Outro: Rick Ross]

I'm riding big coming down that beach

Geechy niggas with satin sheets

Bad bitch, she a masterpiece

Got a bad bitch, she a masterpiece

Oceans Lyrics - Jay-Z ft. Frank Ocean (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Intro]

Blessings, blessings yeah

[Hook: Frank Ocean]

I see elephant tusk on the boar of a sailing lady

Docked on the Ivory Coast

Mercedes in a row winding down the road

I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo

Before the Basquait show and if so

Well fuck it, fuck it

Because this water drown my family

This water mixed my blood

This water tells my story

This water knows it all

Go ahead and spill some champagne in the water

Go ahead and watch the sun blaze

On the waves of the ocean

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Dope boy still smelling like cocaina

White boat, white robe

Can he be more cleaner

The oil spill that BP ain't clean up

I'm anti-Santa Maria

Only Christopher we acknowledge is Wallace

I don't even like Washingtons in my pocket

Black card go hard when I'm shopping

Boat dock in front of Hermes picking cotton

Silk and fleeces, lay on my Jesus

Oh my God, I hope y'all don't get sea sick

See me in shit you never saw

If it wasn't for these pictures they wouldn't see me at all

Aww, whole world in awe

I crash through glass ceilings, I break through closed doors

I'm on the ocean, I'm in heaven

Yachting, Ocean 11

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye

Winding dirt roads on mopeds spilling opus

Welcome to the magnum opus

The Magna Carta

The best-selling author Decoded

On the holiday playing "Strange Fruit"

If I'mma make it to a billi I can't take the same route

Swoosh, now that's the sound of the border

Swoosh, now that's the sound of a baller

Muhammad Hovi my back against the rope, the black Maybach

I'm back inside the boat

Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope

Can't believe they got a nigga to vote

Democrat, nope

I sold dope

In trouble water I had to learn how to float

On the ocean, I'm in heaven

Yachting, Ocean 11

[Hook]

F.U.T.W Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Intro]

Just let me be great, just let me be great

I feel like mothafuckin' Cassius Clay right now, Genius!

Don't be good my nigga, be great

After that government cheese, we eating steak

After the projects, now we on estates

I'm from the bottom, I know y'all can relate

[Hook]

Fuck up the world

Let's fuck up this world

Let's fuck up the world

Me and destiny got a date

[Verse 1]

Martin had a dream, Hov gotta team

My chain already heavy, don't let me get a ring

Parades down Flatbush, Confetti on my fur

Turn right on Red Hook, niggas heavy on the curve

See most of my niggas died early twenties or late teens

I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime

1% of a billion more than niggas even seen

Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold

Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl

Came thru Pasadena in the low low

Just to show respect to the cholos

Feel like a stranger in my own land

Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland

I just want my shot to show my genius

Standing on the top hold my penis

America tried to emasculate the greats

Murder Malcolm, gave Cassius the shakes

Wait, tell them rumble young man rumble

Try to dim your lights tell you be humble

You know I'm gon shine like a trillion watts

You know a nigga trill as Michael Jackson socks

Send a light to Compton and the hundred blocks

Lil bastard boy, basking on top

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Sipping D'USSE boy this ain't your daddy yak

He in a Cadillac; me? I'm in the Maybach

This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks

This is black leather pants and a pair of stance

Socks is my synopsis is clear

Got stripclubs feeling like Oxford, I swear

Teacher teacher, I trying to unteach ya

All the shit they taught y'all, they got you all in the bleachers

When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees

You front row every where, you in the H.O.V's

Jordan 1's and dungarees

And that's just the half of my warpath

Make a million another million let my niggas make a million

'til we all check a billion, shit it's just the way I'm feeling

We have yet to see a ceiling, we just top what we top

Cause the bars don't struggle and the struggle don't stop

[Hook]

Crown Lyrics - Jay-Z ft. Travis Scott (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Intro: Sizzla]

They can't keep a gooda man down

Always keep a smile when they want me to frowns

Keep the vibes and they stood my grounds

They will never ever take my crown

Who Jah bless I say no man curse

Things gettin' better when they thought it would be worse

Here comes the officers askin' for a search

They found no weapon just only a draw of herbs

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

You in the presence of a king

Scratch that, you in the presence of a God

Put in the belly of the beast

I escaped, a nigga never had a job

Scott Boras, you over baby

Robinson Cano, you coming with me

These niggas is like rotary phones

It's a new day, hit up KD

Niggas always try to knock a nigga down

Knock me to my knees about a million times

Uncle said i'll never sell a million records

I sold a million records like a million times

These niggas shouldn't let me in

I ball so hard on ESPN

See my name come across on CNN

'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see it again

'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see me again

[Hook 2x: Travi$ Scott]

Shit on me

These niggas tried to shit on me

I was left for dead

They tried to wipe me out of your history

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

Bulletproof glass, glass roof like the Pope

Bulletproof love, niggas down since the yolk

Bitch asked if I was God

Fuck I'm supposed to say no?

You already seen me turn a man to a G.O.A.T.

You already know what I could do with the coke

Drop it in the water, made it disappear

I made it reappear, I had that bitch on a rope

I make my roof get ghost

Bottom grill, I make my tooth get gold

All the shit did, I wasn't supposed to live

Hallelujah Hov

Wasn't for the 'caine wouldn't be able

Wasn't for the bread, probably be dead

Best friends become ya enemies

Niggas' knives are double-edged

[Hook 2x]

Heaven Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Intro]

Have you ever?

Have you ever?

[Hook: x2]

Have you ever been to heaven? Have you ever seen the gates?

Have you bow down to your highness? And do you know how heaven taste?

Lie me down

[Verse 1]

Arm, leg, leg, arm, head -- this is God body

Knowledge, wisdom, freedom, understanding -- we just want our equality

Food, clothing, shelter -- help a nigga find some peace

Happiness for a gangsta, ain't no love in the streets

Conspiracy theorist screaming Illuminati

They can't believe this much skill is in the human body

He's 6'2, how the fuck he fit in a new Bugatti?

Aw fuck it you got me

Question religion, question it all

Question existence until them questions are solved

Meanwhile this heretic I be out in Marrakesh

Morocco smoking hashish with my fellowship

Y'all dwell on devil shit, I'm in a Diablo Yellow shit

Color of Jello-O shit

Hello bitch, it's me again

Fresh in my Easter clothes feeling like Jesus and

[Hook: 2x]

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spotlight

Losing my religion

[Verse 2]

Getting ghost in the Ghost

Can you see me?

Can you see me?

Have mercy on a Judas, angels wings on a 'ghini

I'm secular, tell the hecklers seckle down

Y'all religion creates division

Like my Maybach partition n

God is my chauffeur

Boy they loves Hova

From the south side of Chi

To Brooklyn where I growed up I confess

God in the flesh

Live among the serpents

Turn arenas into churches

I'm like Michael recycle, these are not 16s

These are verses from Bible

Tell the preacher he's a preacher

I'm a motherfucking prophet, smoke a tree of knowledge

Drink from a gold chalice, you gotta love it

I arrive at pearly gates, I had luggage

Meaning I had baggage

Niggas asking me questions, I don't answer to these busters

Only God could judge us, motherfuckers

[Hook: 2x]

Versus (Interlude) Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

Hey sucka nigga

Where ever you are

I thought about ya fool

While I was driving my car

I wonder if you fools

Realize how far

You are

You're no where in my rear mirror

Your last shit ain't better

Than my first shit

Your best shit

Ain't better than my worst shit

The truth in my verses

Versus

Your metaphors

About what your net worth is

Part II (On The Run) Lyrics - Jay-Z ft. Beyonce (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Intro: Beyoncé]

Who wants that perfect love story any way, anyway

Cliché, Cliché

Cliché, Cliché

Who wants that hero love that saves the day, anyway

Cliché, Cliché

Cliché, Cliché

What about the bad guy goes good, yeah

And the missing love that's misunderstood, yeah

Black hour glass, our glass

Toast to clichés in a dark past

Toast to clichés in a dark past

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Boy meets girl, girl perfect women

Girl get the bustin' before the cops come running

Chunking deuces, chugging D'USSE

Fuck what you say, boys in blue say

[Verse 2: Beyoncé]

I don't care if you on the run

Baby as long as I'm next to you

And if loving you is a crime

Tell me why do I bring out

The best in you

[Bridge: Beyoncé]

I hear sirens while we make love

Loud as hell but they don't know

They're nowhere near us

I will hold your heart and your gun

I don't care if they come, noooo

I know it's crazy but

[Hook: Beyoncé]

They can take me

Now that I found the places that you take me

Without you I got nothing to lose

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

I'm an outlaw, got an outlaw chick

Bumping 2Pac, on my outlaw shit

Matching tatts, this Ink don't come off

Even if rings come off

If things ring off

My nails get dirty

My past ain't pretty, my lady is, my Mercedes is

My baby momma harder then a lot of you niggas

Keep it 100, hit the lottery niggas

You ain't about that life ain't gotta lie to me, nigga

You know its till the death, I hope it obvi to niggas

Cross the line, speak about mine

I'mma wave this tech, I'mma geek about mine

Touch a nigga where his rib at, I click clat

Push your ma'fucka wig back, I did that

I been wilding since a juvi

She was a good girl till she knew me

Now she is in the drop bussin' U'e

Screaming...

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Jay-Z]

Deeper then words, beyond right

Die for your love, beyond life

Sweet as a Jesus piece, beyond ice

Blind me baby with your neon lights

Ray Bans on, police in sight

Oh, what a beautiful death

Let's both wear white

If you go to heaven and they bring me to hell

Just sneak out and meet me, bring me a box of L's

She fell in love with the bad guy, the bad guy

What you doing with them rap guys, them rap guys

They ain't see potential in me girl, but you see it

If it's you and me against the world, then so be it

[Verse 5: Beyoncé]

I don't care if they give me life

I get all my life from you

And if loving you had a price

I would pay my life for you

[Bridge]

[Verse 6: Beyoncé]

I don't care I will never give it up

Give it up, give it up, give it all away

No I swear, no I swear

Without you I got nothing to lose

Beach Is Better (Interlude) Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

How does this work?

Get ya ass on the celly

Cause I ain't got time

To be arguing with your ass

If you ain't really ready

Girl why you never ready

For as long as you took

You better look like Halle Berry

Or Beyoncé. Shit then we getting married

I brought sand to the beach

Cause my beach is better

You can keep ya beach

Cause that beach whatever

Started out at The Darby

Ended up at 1 Oak

Left the house with 100 grand

Ended up near broke

Don't get mad at me

I'm buying bucket after bucket

When it's gone I'm like fuck it

I replace it with another one

Can't take this money with you

Burn this shit up like I'm Richard

Nigga's asking

If the oven's on

BBC Lyrics - Jay-Z ft. Beyonce, Justin Timberlake & Nas (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Intro]

億万長者少年クラブ

[Hook]

Let's work

D boy drug dealer look

Billionaire

D boy drug dealer look

Billionaire

From the coca leafs to the farmers

To the polo fleece to the bombers

R.I.P. to Gianni

Now we on our way

D boy drug dealer look

Billionaire

Let's work

[Verse 1-Nas]

Bally shoes, Gucci sneakers

Pharrell's a pharaoh, peep the features

Unlaced Adidas

Top of the world like pyramids in Giza

Fila sweats, 88 I rocked a mock neck

Carried a nine in my projects

Bucket hat EPMD cassettes

Now I'm smoking loud in Ibiza

Mix the D'USSE with the reefer

My whole life is leisure

Gangsta lean like the Pisa

Eiffel Tower, Hermes towel

The Feds perched like an owl

Real niggas all feel the hook

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2-Jay-Z]

What you know about going out, head west

Maybach, 3 TV's all up in the headrest

Mase niggas at Madison Square Garden

20 million sold and we still catching charges

Rope chains, Rakim and Eric B

Bought my sidekicks Suzuki Jeeps and Cherokees

Hoop earrings

Coupes with the rear cameras

Put that bitch in a cherry M3

I'm not ya average dope dealer

Silver Toyotas four runners and four wheelers

Me and Teflon Q45 infinite

Windows tinted

White girl all up in it

Britney, bitch

MCM seats buck 50 stitch

Versace plates got the Basquiat

Collab from Versace place

Cuban link 5 kilo

You life is illegal

When your chain can get the RICO

Real niggas all feel the hook

[Hook x2]

[Outro]

자기 신발 끝내주는데

자기 돈 좀 많나봐

자기 스타일 진짜 멋있다

백만장자 소년들의 모임

Jay Z Blue Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Intro]

I work and work 'till I'm half-dead.

And I hear people saying, "She's getting old."

And what do I get? A daughter.

Who cares as much about the beautiful dresses I give her.

As she cares about me.

[Verse 1]

Let's do this for these babies

Mercedes truck, fuck

Houses on acres

Blatantly ballin' on HD

Y'all need to step up y'all AV

Life changed again I was already taking off

My flight changed again

Slight change of winds

It's barely 12 noon

And my wife changed again

Baby needs Pampers

Daddy needs at least three weeks in the Hamptons

Please don't judge me, only hugged the block

I thought my daddy didn't love me

My baby getting chubby

Cue that Stevie Wonder music, aww isn't she lovely

Now I'm staring at praying that things don't get ugly

And I'm stuck in that old cycle

Like wife leaves hubby

Fuck joint custody

I need a joint right now

Just the thought alone fucks with me

[Hook]

High on life

I could die from the fall

Imagine if I hit the floor

Apologies in order

To Blue Ivy my daughter

If it was up to me

You would be with me

Sort of like daddy dearest

[Interlude]

Don't fuck with me fellas. This ain't my first time at the rodeo.

[Verse 2]

I dream filthy (my mom and pops) mixed me with Jamaican

(Rum and whiskey) what a set off (What a set off)

And I know I'm not perfect baby

I been through so much trauma

It gonna be hard to reverse it

With some doctors and some nurses maybe

Teach me on how to treat a lady

Open doors on the 'Cedes

This relationship shit is complicated

All I know is we ain't speaking everyday

I fucking hate it

I don't wanna duplicate it

I seen my mom and pop drive each other motherfuckin' crazy

And I got that nigga blood in me

I got his ego and his temper

All is missing is the drugs in me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Father never taught me how to be a father

Treated mother I don't wanna have to just repeat another leave another

Baby with no daddy want no mama drama I just wanna

Take her back to a time when

Everything was calmer

Out in Paris on a terrace

Watching the Eiffel Tower

And a Ferris wheel yet and still

Nothing could prepare us

For the beauty that you be Blue be

Looking in your eyes is like a mirror

Have to face my fears

Cheer up

Why could you just be happy

Without these back and forth thoughts

You too much like your daddy

Badly I just wanna spent more time with him

Sadly life wouldn't let me get around with him

Now I got my own daughter

Taught her how to take her first steps

Cut the cord watch her take her first breath

And I'm trying and I'm lying if I said I wasn't scared

But in life and death

If I ain't here

[Hook]

La Familia Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Intro]

Family first

Honor, integrity

R.O.C

[Hook]

Head of the family

El Padrino

Welcome home to Emory

Let's get back to this dinero

[Verse 1]

Niggas wanna kidnap wifey

Good luck with that bruh

You must gonna hide your whole family

What you think we wearing black for

Ready for that war

Ready for that war ready

You ain't ready yo, you radio

You ain't really ready

Real nigga outchea

Alpo bought his bricks here

Elvis got his records took

It's like we got our seventh gear

NFL investigations

Oh, don't make me laugh

FBI investigation

We stood up to that

Facts only

Everything real in my raps only

Every nigga real in my clique really

Everyone is a movie star you got to film me

La Familia

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Ready for that war

Ready for that war, ready

You ain't ready yo, you radio

You ain't really ready

Head of the Family

El Padrino

[Verse 2]

My brothers is my brother like my brother is

My nigga is my brother

Like my mother kids

Not in just in good times

That's that sucka shit

But it war times

It just what it is

Head of the family

All my niggas bosses though

Y'all don't understand we

We talk that shit bosses know

Triple fuckin' O.G.

What's up to my nigga Juan

Tell these niggaas pull their fuckin' skirt down

I could see their ovaries

Niggas snitching switching teams

Out there telling bitches things

Industry talk behind your back

Ain't nobody got time for that

Facts only

Everything real in my raps only

Every nigga real in my clique really

Even the girls keep it two hundred and trilly

It's la familia

Open Letter Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Intro]

Ladies and gentlemen

Goddammit

Let this shit knock

[Verse 1]

I done turned Havana to Atlanta

Guayabera shirts and bandanas

Every time you think they got me I switch the planner

Bulletproof this, radio scanners

Balling 'til they ban us

You getting too much bread, they try to jam you

Boy from the hood but got White House clearance

Sorry y'all, I don't agree with y'all parents

Politicians never did shit for me

Except lie to me, distort history

Wanna give me jail time and a fine

Fine, let me commit a real crime

I might buy a kilo for Chief Keef

Out of spite, I just might flood these streets

Hear the freedom in my speech

Got an onion from Universal, read it and weep

Would've brought the Nets to Brooklyn for free

Except I made millions off it, you fuckin' dweeb

I still own the building, I'm still keeping my seat

Y'all buy that bullshit, you'd better keep y'all receipt

Obama said "Chill, you gonna get me impeached"

But you don't need this shit anyway, chill with me on the beach

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]

Y'all gon' learn today

[Verse 2]

Y'all almost want to start a revolution

You know whenever I'm threatened, I start shooting (Bang!)

Catch a body, head to Houston

I'm in Cuba, I love Cubans

This communist talk is so confusing

When it's from China, the very mic that I'm using

Idiot wind, the Bob Dylan of rap music

You're an idiot, baby, you should become a student

Oh, you gonna learn today

Where the fuck have you been

The world's under new management

The new role model, fuck this Zoolander shit

[Hook]