Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song As One, artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 18.11.2002
Song language: English
As One |
| Yeah! |
| It’s the world reknown |
| Internationally connected |
| Locally accepted |
| Roc-A-Fella Records |
| Don’t get it confused («Roc, baby») |
| Doin’what we do («It's The Roc, baby») |
| B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek («You understand») |
| Introducin' |
| It’s Young C («Young C!») |
| Home of Philly, young and hungry |
| All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me And every hood in the world discussin’me |
| I hated once when I didn’t give it up to Neef |
| It’s Neef Buck («Neef Buck!») |
| Out the cut («Out the cut!») |
| All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us It ain’t a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us They can’t fuck with us AAAWWWWWW |
| I’m the one |
| Man I’m money, hoes, clothes and shows |
| To do with your ho all wrapped in one |
| I’m not done |
| Man, I’m the shit after its all said and done |
| The one to cop one, come back for another one |
| Quick fast, like rapid refund |
| I’m the grrrrrrr mean green out the money machine |
| I’m not done |
| I’m Omilio, and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood |
| And you like it All those haters talkin shit we don’t like it We love it That black mask, black glove shit |
| Roll up on him don’t budge, bitch |
| With my mack, and my tech |
| And my vest, just like that |
| For them niggas thinkin’Mack Milli not really from the streets |
| I’m that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast |
| Those seen here we’ll lead you forever |
| And we will not leave you, never |
| And our voices will ring («rrriinngg») together |
| As one |
| AAAWWWWW |
| It’s young Free |
| Move, workin’the wheel |
| Hand jerkin’the V Busters don’t let you crossed the line |
| Thinkin I’m off my job |
| But I’m on like Chris when he popped his cuz |
| Thinkin them slugs’ll fly |
| Call me P.C. |
| Tempers feelin', I peel |
| Look how I’m killin’the wheel |
| The fitted tilt to the left |
| The shirt blend with the sweats |
| Your girls skirts invest |
| She undressin', don’t stare |
| Check the picture nigga |
| I’m the one |
| Young H-O, a game of one |
| What you think I’d do to the brain of that dame you brung |
| Listen hon, twist one, this Armi, sip some |
| It’s only 40 proof, it feel like 151 |
| When I’m done |
| Make a run with The Roc |
| Rock Air Force 1's |
| Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come |
| Through customs, cops can’t bust him |
| It’s Hov the Hustler, I’m having one hell of a run |
| And you like it All those haters talkin’shit we don’t like it No, we love it I got a mommy with a body, don’t touch it You can’t fuck wit |
| Young Easy, I on the Just Blaze production |
| You get nothin' |
| We get enough spins |
| Can’t stop us from coppin bottles while we clubbin' |
| It’s the R-O-C forever, tell the public, huh! |
| Those seen here we’ll lead you forever |
| And we will not leave you, never |
| And our voices will ring («rrriinngg») together |
| As one |
| AAAWWWWW |