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JAY-Z

"Ha (Remix)"

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Bounce, bounce, bounce
J-j-j-j-j-Juvenile and Jigga
The remix

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
You at the point of no return, ha
If your daddy get out the way with you
You gon' see that he learn, ha
Life's a b*tch, ha
n*ggas be fakin but you ain't givin em sh*t, ha
You stealin the bricks, ha
You got a wife and three kids, ha
But you be f*ckin around right in the neighborhood you live, ha
You own a truck, ha
With tv's and cd's rimmed up, ha
f*ckin em up, ha
You won't be stuntin on your cell, ha
Get your partner some money orders and commence to jail, ha
You bout ready to roll a Ga, ha
Some of that dro, ha
You bout to get you some more, ha
You that n*gga with all that cheese, ha
You that n*gga that whipped that girl and she called the police, ha
You understand, ha
You ain't gon cry like a b*tch, you gon be a man, ha
Where ever you stand, ha

[Chorus: Juvenile]
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
You done got yourself in some deep sh*t
Now you stuck in your house, you gotta peep the remix
You can't go out cause they gon leave you in a deep ditch
They hit you with consignment, you decide to keep sh*t
The only reason you alive cause you read lips
And you drove on the block low in yo' seat an' sh*t
Seen em mouthin' off, they don't need this sh*t
Now they sick of you duckin', dodgin', and weavin' and sh*t
How they call you when you don't return they beeps
Now they ready to kill you and all your peeps
You done f*cked around with some wild n*ggas
You done f*cked off the dough of Juvenile and Jigga's
You better get it back, or sleep where the river's at
They send shots through your fitted cap
They got big guns that go brrrrrrrap, brrrrrrrap, brrrrap
Where your n*ggas at?

[Chorus: Juvenile]
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering

[Verse 3: Juvenile]
You gotta get up off your ass, ha
And make the cash, ha
And stay away from them bags, ha
Two and two done come together, ha
Juvi and Jigga, ha
Straight up guerrillas, ha
That n*gga Mannie Fresh a fool, ha
He be playin' it to the b*tches on every song he do, ha
My f*ckin' album going plat, ha
You bought the tape, ha
Tell 'em ain't none of it fake, ha
You got a shipment coming in, ha
During the week, ha
Got a little something for me, ha
You boy and them be drawin' heat, ha
But that's your whodie so you gotta find you someone to creep, ha
n*gga tired of livin' fast, ha
Your boy hit the stash, ha
Now you wanna go bust his ass, ha
You keep it real, ha
You don't f*ck with no n*gga but you will kill, ha
You know how it feel, ha

[Chorus: Juvenile]
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering
You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire
Remaining a G until the moment you expire
You know what it is, to make nothing outta something
You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering

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