Lyrics Celebration - Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money

Celebration

What you think you like me?
You ain’t like me motherfucker
You a punk, I been with made people, connected people
Who you been with?
Chain snatchin', jive-ass, maricon motherfuckers
Why don’t you go get lost
Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin'
You’re now tuned into the greatest
Motherfuckers can’t beat us, join us, can’t fade us, hate us
Can’t touch it, fuck it, can’t see 'em, try to be 'em
Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder
Locked rap for three summers, poker faces with the aces under
Phase one of the takeover, the break’s over
Nigga, I’m the God MC, me, Jay-Hovah
Shit knockin', almost a crime, get Cochran
Bangin' to the hearse where my doctors hand
Hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away
They wanna see me pay, motherfuckers better ride
If they try to plant, under the seat of my car
Even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes
Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper
Rep ya game pros
We celebrate this, while you sittin' back screamin' you hate this
Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix
Spittin' sperm inside of latex
You get, no respect like a child rapist
Delegate this, men just givin' face lifts
Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus
Nor Caesar’s, the CIA flooded my block with diseases
Informants, heatin' the spot up like global warmin'
Who start *shit*?
My style is laced with arsenic
Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless
I know you wanna see me wasted
You call the order, I’ll be in Hell
Team Roc sweater and ice water
Righteous, dominate the global, my life’s a novel
Blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals
Y’all niggas is local but that’s evident
I’m Resident Evil, movin' like (?)
Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggas* runnin'
I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya
Point the MAC at ya, *niggas* caught up
Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture
Like a compound fracture, can’t *fuck* widdit
For the love of sex money and drugs
Affiliated with the sets, TECs, honies and thugs
Let the four power, rain on niggas like a spring shower
And bring flowers for the bodies that surround us
If you was lookin' you found us
Movin' with speed, tried to play Superman
Ended up like Chris Reeves
Paraplegic, precise minds like the Pharaohs of Egypt
Shot through a barrel niggas narrowly weaved it
Keepin' my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's
Bulgin' out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded
Holdin', share these shots with you like a secret
It’s like a story never told, but believe it…
Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker
Lick a round, niggas hit the ground like Sanka
I got ya screwface in forty-two ways
Aim better than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire
«Show Me The Money» like Clue tapes
Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin'
Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin
Four shots spin ya like chrome rims
Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin'
White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman
Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny
Like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon
Heat-seekin', grill huntin', still frontin'?
Keep squeezin', *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezin'
No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail
Got 'em scared to drop like soap in jail
Geah, there you have it
Just think of ours as can’t be touched, tested, whatever
Never disrespect this thing of ours
Roc-A-Fella family