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JAY-Z

"Stick 2 the Script"

[Intro: Jay-Z & DJ Clue]
Yeah.. DJ Clue! A/K/A/, William, M. Holla..
With William H. Holla

The world's most infamous
The Holla family n*gga
Roc-A-Fella Records, c'mon
Dynasty! New Jay-Z! Beanie Sigel!
Stick to the script!

We live money over b*tches n*gga stick to the script
Remember where you heard it first.. stupid!
Cop, flip, we re-up; get back to the shift
Money over b*tches n*gga stick to the script
DJ Clue!

[Verse 1: Jay-Z (DJ Clue)]
YO, they call me William H. (H!) the all-time great (GREAT!)
I f*ck the most hoes out of New York State (STATE!)
I rock my jewels (JEWELS!) I'm not a fool (FOOL!)
In the small of my back I got this big-ass tool (ha hah!)
When I'm skatin' through the city and I stop and kick it
Be the most asked question - how I got them digits?
I say I stay on my grind, never stop for b*tches
Never talk like a mime I gotta watch you snitches
And I stick to the script, that's my advice so live
Eat n*gga, let it stick to your ribs
I seen n*ggas go from handlin' birds to ramblin' words
To the man, seen a Sammy the Bull emerge on the stand
And it was all good just a week ago
We lost Ty and E, but we still eatin' though
For like a hundred weeks n*gga, we gon' run the streets
Til we reach Malik or the date of E's release
Peep Hova in a Jeep Rover, passin' reefer over
To this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami
Three, hommies under the belt, three extra clip
We aim, we shoot; y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script
C'mon!

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Money over b*tches n*gga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over b*tches n*gga stick to the script
{*scratch* "You can bullsh*t with rap if you want, muh'f*ckers"}
Money over b*tches n*gga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over b*tches n*gga stick to the script
{*scratch* "You in the streets n*gga, make your moves"}

{*scratch* "Y'all n*ggas truly ain't ready for this Dynasty thing"}

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Geah, uh-huh
Yeah, money over b*tches n*gga
{"This Philly cat back- back at it"}
Stick to the script, yo
Ayo, they don't call me Mack for nuttin'
I don't give a whore jack, man they all say that Mack be frontin'
But if you can't take a case b*tch and take it to the chin
Take the heat, beat your feet b*tch, skate in the wind
Don't snitch, we can blow dough, make it again
You can be my ho b*tch, I can't make you my friend
Because - friends depend on friends, not Bean Sigel's sh*t
I don't need you; let welfare feed you
Mack'll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip
I got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks
I got a sick flip game, order gettin and sh*t
I got a strict strip, flip 'caine, get it in shifts
b*tch, you can't get at me, sh*t I get at you
Only in the physical, I tell you like Mystikal
"Shake that ass (yeah) watch yourself
(Yeah) show me what you workin' with but wash yourself"
f*ck a dirty b*tch (yeah) man I roll with a sturdy click
That'll murder sh*t, empty clips you never heard a spit
Slide a b*tch what? Slide a b*tch sh*t
Slide a b*tch di*k, then I slide out a b*tch sh*t
Ain't no time to stick around and play step pops
sh*t I'm tryin' to get down, cop and upset blocks
Low price, quick flip, 2-8-K quick
sh*t don't go right, 2 AK's spit - stick to the script n*gga

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Money over b*tches n*gga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over b*tches n*gga stick to the script...
Money over b*tches n*gga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over b*tches n*gga stick to the script
Y'all get knocked, y'all turn b*tch
We get knocked, we never snitch, c'mon

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