XXL pieced together this video of fans spotlighting some of Shawn’s classic bars. And because it’s a Jay post, check out some eye candy courtesy of Ashalee (the light bright in E-40′s “U N Dat” video) under the cut.
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What’s this post about again? [jaw drops]
lol i was just lookin at that bitch on hiphopwired
BAD
awh! is mines.
“And I’m sorry Ms. Rosie Perez, I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is.”
They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don’t make a right
But when you been wrong and you know all along that it’s just one life
At what point does one fight? (Good question right!)
“You aint seen money in ya life / When it comes to this cheese, y’all like three blind mice”
AWHHHHH god damn that bitch is crazy!
Let ya hair down baby, I just hit a score
Pick any place on the planet, pick a shore
Take what the Forbes figure, then figure more
Cause they forgot to account what I did with the raw
Pick a time, lets pick apart some stores
Pick a weekend for freaking for figure fours
I figure frauds never hit a lick before
So they don’t know the feeling when them things get across
Put ya hand out the window, feel the force
Feel the Porsche, hit the frost
Ice cold
“Young’uns ice grillin me, OH you not feeling me? fine, it cost you nothing; pay me no mind…” – my yearbook quote in high school.
“I’m young enough to know the right car to buy, yet, grown enough not to put rims on it” Awe!
“30 Something”, Kingdome Come
That some shit to live by, seriously!
“It’s like I’m searching for kicks, like a sneaker head..” So Ambitious
keep ya head, both of em, where they ‘posed to be.
XXL should put together a video of all lines Jay-Z jacked from B.I.G. and others.
@ One ID
There are actually several videos floating around. But not just about Jay, but A LOT of rappers who have jacked lines from other artist. It is pretty entertaining actually LOL
I’m in in the hall already, on the wall already, I’m a work of art, I’m a WARHOL already”
“So we livin life like a video…
When the sun is always out and you never get old
and the champagne’s always cold
and the musics always good
and them pretty girls just happen to stop by in the hood
and they hop their pretty ass up on the hood of dat pretty ass car
without a wrinkle in today
cause there is no tomorrow
just a picture perfect day
that lasts a whole lifetime
and it never ends
cause all we have to do is hit rewind
so lets just stay in the moment, smoke some weed,
drink some wine,
reminisce talk some sh-t forever young is in your mind
leave a mark that can’t erase neither space nor time
so when the director yells cut,
I’ll be fine,
I’m forever young…”
–Forever Young
This is a damn good competitor for my favorite verse ever written
I ain’t pass the bar but i know a little bit/ enough that you wanna illegally search my shit
these niggas is all semi retarded expect dude that said i rather live enormous then live dormant
“i’d rather live enormous than die dormant”. wow dude, can tell that’s your favorite line when you ain’t know it
We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make the killin’
We was closest of friends when we first started
Then grew apart as the money grew, soon grew black-hearted
Thinkin back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned so in turn, I’m kidnappin’ his baby’s mother
My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty, so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn’t convinced
I kept feeding her till the shit shit started to make sense
Who could ever foresee?
We used to stay up all night at slumber parties
now I’m tryin to rock this chick to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears,
Knowin’ she wishin we were still close
Don’t cry it is to be
In time I take your miseries and make ‘em mine, D’Evils
Niggas’ll coast in the SL but can’t post bail
Niggas’ll roast the L, but scared to throw the toast, well
I’m here to tell niggas it aint all swell,
There’s heaven, then there’s hell niggas.
One day your cruisin in your 7 next day your sweatin forgetting your lies
Alibis ain’t matchin up, bullshit catchin up
Hit wit the RICO they repo’d your vehicle
Everything was all good just a week ago
Bout to start bitchin ain’t you.
Ready to start snitchin ain’t you.
I forgive your weak ass.
Hustlin just aint you.
Aside from the fast cars,
The honey’s that shake they ass bars
You wouldn’t be involved
With the underworld dealers, carriers of mac-millas,
East coast bodiers, West cost cap pillers.
“killin the block with multiple whips, so im killin the *ROOF*(woof) like Michael Vick”
classic
“I see I said
Jealousy I said
Got the whole industry mad at me I said
Then B.I said Hov remind yourself
Nobody built like you, you designed yourself
I agree I said
My one of a kind self get stoned everyday like Jesus did
What he said I said has been said before
Just keep doing your thing he said, say no more”
A Dream-Blueprint 2:The Gift
Took me a minute of thinking about all the hot Jay-Z lines before I remembered about this one.
“Like it or not I paid dues & expect to be paid back/Why the fuck should I freestyle? I’m getting paid to rap”
“20 Bag Shorty” – Released overseas as a promo single in August 2001 right before Blueprint came out.
“Young, Black & Gifted” freestyle from the S. Carter Collection mixtape. The WHOLE VERSE. Hov has spit some amazing shit as we all know. But I have not him spit such a classic verse like that in a VERY long time.
whos the fine ass girl
I find you in this Motel 6 with all these guns
And all your goons…
Lined up in adjoining rooms…
Like some wild cowboys coming to get me at high noon…
But my mind’s like a flower in bloom…
Peep how my eyes just scower the room…
I’m alert, plus I paid the clerk…
I got it laid out
You think you the first nigga I played out? in a 2 hotel town?
Come on now!
I heard ma fucka’s sayin’ they made hov, made hov say ok, so, make another hov!
“And even if Jehovah witness, bet he’ll never testify”
Has to be “like short sleeves,i bare arms”
“no kids but trust me i know how to raise a gun”
fav lines from blueprint 3:
“shawty like Pac, Me? Big Poppa, she screamin “Hit Em Up!!” im screamin “WHO SHOT YA!?”
“For the Color Of Money like a Tom Cruise flick
‘Cept I put 8-balls in corners without using pool sticks”
“Al Roker i use to knock pounds off”
just to name a few.
I have so many, man… SO MANY. I’d be sitting there for HOURS telling them my favorite Jay-Z lines.
Here’s a few, though:
Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week.
I do this in my sleep.
I sold Kilos of coke, I’m guessin’ I can sell CDs.
I’m not a business man, I’m a BUSINESS, man!
Let me finish my business, damn!
- Jay-Z “Diamonds(REMIX)”
And a few from “Do U Wanna Ride” on Kingdom Come
You know why they call The Projects a project, because it’s a project!
An experiment, where in it, only it’s objects
And the object for us to explore our prospects
And sidestep cops on the way to the top – yes!
—–
AND THE WHOLE SECOND VERSE!
International Hov’, I told you so
Forty 40′s out in Tokyo
Singapore, all this from singin songs
Comin up though we thought slingin raw
was the end all be all of bein rich didn’t we
Little did I know my mo’ potent delivery
would deliver me, kingpin of the inkpen
Monster of the double entendre, Coke is still my sponsor
Heh, the Cola, yeah
Hova still gettin it in with soda
Diet, no sir, I ain’t lose no weight
Started from the crates now I’m sittin on a whole case
Since they got you sittin on that old case
Our dreams is on hold like Tivo
So I can’t wait ’til you get your date
I got some temp plates outside of the gate
We gon’ ride
______
That whole song is bananas, to be honest.
HOV!
“I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel ya
real recognize real and you looking familiar”
“My flesh, no nigga could test
my soul is possessed by D’Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses
the exorcist, got me doin’ skits like Homie
u don’t know me, but the whole world owe me
strip
was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fuckin’ life
so now I’m down for whatever, ain’t nothing nice
throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
but now this higher learnin’ got the remy in me
liquors invaded my kidneys
got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me
I can’t be held accountable, D’Evils beating me down, boo
got me runnin’ with guys, makin’ G’s, tellin’ lies that sound true
come test me, I never cower
for the love of money, son, I’m givin’ lead showers
stop screamin’, you know the demon said it’s best to die
and even if Jehovah witness, bet he’ll never testify, D’Evils…”
3rd verse from Devils
Did y’all see Higher learnin?? the movie?? wit the crazy dude name remy……… sick ass wordplay
Brothers can beg and borrow
Still feel sorrow
When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass
Better luck tomorrow
every line on the 7 minute freestyle basically
‘They repo’d your vehicle/everything was all good just a week ago’ &
‘Murder is a tough thing to digest/its a slow process…and I aint got nothing but time’
“Dead Presidents” Reasonable Doubt
you can pay for school but you can’t buy class
“I’m already the G.O.A.T, next stop is the Billy”…I get Money remix with Diddy
sick with the pen nigga no physician
in the world can fix him
no prescription
you can prescribe to subside his affliction
he’s not a sane man he’s more like Reign Man twitchin
you cant Reign Dance on this picnic
no Haitian voodoo no headless chickens
can dead or sickness
no Quiji board
you cant see me dawg nigga you CB-4
this aint Chris Rock bitch its the Roc bitch
and I’m the Franchise like a Houston Rocket
Yao Ming
a wise man told me dont argue with fools…cuz people from a distance cant tell who is who-the takeova
what’s all the fussin for cuz im grubbin more and i pack heat like im the oven door-aint no love
a wise man told me dont argue with fools…cuz people from a distance cant tell who is who-the takeova
what’s all the fussin for cuz im grubbin more and i pack heat like im the oven door-aint no love
On the two Jew-el’s I blew more money than Latrell, who else?
They don’t know you, think they know you too well, you jell
Like Flubber I hover above the city in a private jet, the livest set
Press you’re brakes, Feds wanna investigate, Mr. I don’t cop nothin
Less than eight, and anything involved with my name
Regardless of the fame
It’s hard, I can’t even walk through Harlem again,
Charge it to the game, I’m platinum like American Express
My boy died, and all I did was inherit his stress
To make every jam tougher, you ain’t my man fuck ya
I suggest let you live right? Negative, I swear
It’s dough or die, I hope your soul provides you with an afterlife
Close you’re casket tight
Take you’re last two deep breaths and pass the mic
To Jay-Z nigga, That’s Right!!
-It’s Alright, Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life
“… i forgive your weak ass”
you only get half a bar.
—a dying metaphor—
let me pick up my jaw after that pic.
i was already a jay fan to the death, but these pics the dopebpyz are adding to his posts are soon to make me a stan lol
“Hov got flow though he’s no Big and Pac, but he’s close. How I’m supposed to win; they got me fighting ghosts?”
Life is but a dream to me
Gun shots sing to these
Other guys but lullabies
Don’t mean a thing to me
I’m not afraid of dyin’
I’m afraid of not tryin’
Everyday hit every wave
Like im Hawaiian
I don’t surf the net
No I never been on MySpace
Too busy letting my voice vibrate
Carving out my space
In this world of fly girls
Cutthroats & diamond-cut ropes I twirls
Benzs round corners
Where the sun don’t shine
I let the wheels give a glimpse
Of hope of one’s grind
Some said HOV, how you get so fly?
I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky
My physical’s a shell
So when I say farewell
My soul will find a even
Higher plane to dwell
So fly you shall
So have no fear, just know that
Life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair)
Oh snap, I forgot about this one:
With the same sword they knight you, they gon’ good night you with
Shit, that’s only half if they like you
That ain’t even the half what they might do
Don’t believe me, ask Michael
See Martin, see Malcolm
See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome
See Jesus, see Judas
See Caesar, see Brutus, see success is like suicide
Suicide, it’s a suicide
If you succeed, prepare to be crucified
Media meddles, niggaz sue you, you settle
Every step you take, they remind you you’re ghetto
So it’s tough being Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then, you have to be Bobby now
And the question is, “Is to have had and lost
Better than not having at all?”
That Bobby Brown line has got to be like one of the illest introspective lines ever!
HERES ONE OF MY MANNYYY FAVSS:
mack alone, I’m back in the zone
I’m out they way, still these rappers won’t leave me alone
I can give a fuck what these rappers sayin’ bout me
That just let’s me know, they can’t go a day without me
Scared of me succeading, that’s the reason you doubt me
Cuz if you ain’t believe me, you wouldn’t be thinkin’ bout me
Sorta how like you, never crossed my mind
Until you crossed the line, stop…
Then I gotta come accross a rhyme
To let the world know you come across a mime
I do so much sauce with lines, with someone who saws my climb
From Marcy to party, where you soakin’ up blue nine
Prude, am I, got a du-lema, I’m a dude from the hood
Who loves jewels, who am I?
You where placed in the same shoes, size 10/5
With a sick view, of the place you grew, dude, can I
Live, what I did, for this whole rap circus
I open up more doors for y’all fuckers than car service
Ya’ll nervous, I ain’t back yet
I’m on extended vaca’, I ain’t unpack yet, stop worrying
DAMNN AFTER READING ALL YALL POSTS I REALIZED HOW NICE HOV IS LOLLL
“get ya umbrellas out because that’s when i brainstorm”
“stop ya run, one of the reasons that they call us gangrene, the other reason we got a gang of green, if theres better at gettin cheddar that remains to be seen, NIGGA!”
“that’s a one hot album every ten year average” (and the whole shpill about nas’s albums”
“brothas can bang and borrow, still feel sorrow like jay, z like zorro, get in that ass betta luck tomorrow”
I really cannot place one verse in my head that I can point out but I will say that his catalog is in my top 5 next to big daddy kane, rakim, de la soul and Krs one. Jay Z may be more commercial but has bodied many verses that made a fan, foe, friend and/or associate PAUSE.
“Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous dreams of gettin cream lets do this it gets tedious so i keep one eye open like CBS you see me stress right”
With Jay Z you cant just say a classic line its a classic song
Lucifer – Black Album
We’r from the murder capital where we murder for capital !!!
i lost my black album copy, i relly gota go get a new one fast im sick of havin to go to youtube hear it hahahahah ‘-’
@ GHGH, what song is that verse from? I don’t remember..
And I’ll add another:
I was gonna kill a couple rappers
But they did it to themselves
I was gon’ do it with the flow
But they did it with the sales
I was gon’ 9/11 them
But they didn’t need the help
And they did a good job, them boys talented as hell
Not only did they brick, they put a building up as well
Then ran a plane into that building and when that building fell
Ran to the crash site with no mask and inhaled
Toxins deep inside their lungs, until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like an L, into a jar then took a smell
As they heard they second-hand smoke kills
Niggas thought they was ill, find out they were ILL
It’s like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel
(FIRE!) Thank You
broad day light, i’ll off your on switch, your not too bright, goodnight, long kiss.
bye bye my reply blah blah
we caught this news caster doing the “diamond” on air last weeks. Crazy mofo! http://www.grabup.com/uploads/2600251F09E120093C193A11E122.png
I’m a monster
I sleep whole winters wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga/puttin’ up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6′s and hummers/bitches among us
Tryin to not let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger/til’ it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chain now that I hit my number
Chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed/ya dead bitch the reaper done came
I suggest niggas stop speakin my name
Cause trust me y’all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin, the streets keep watchin, I keep poppin
niggas is hot heads and the bullets is heat seekin
Jay flow for pesos/chase hoes, not
I just circle round the block in the drop
Tell ‘em jump in the top, where the sunroof used to be
I can see y’all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other
I’m the meanest, toughest don dada to gun butt cha
You the type to bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I’m the type to get excited when the gun touch ya, muthafuckas
- just some old jay ignorant shit heat
These fucks, too lazy to make up shit (they crazy)/
They don’t, paint pictures, they just trace me.
The game’s fucked up
Nigga’s beats is banging, nigga your hooks did it
Your lyrics didn’t and your gangster look did it
So I would write it if y’all could get it
Being intricate’ll get you wood, critic
On the Internet, they like you should spit it
I’m like you should buy it, nigga that’s good business
Forget this rap shit I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle
As you see I can’t leave so I do love you
But I’m just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you can’t fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was
What these pills are, I was a real star
Complete with real cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the video run
And my real life, complete with real ice
VVS boulders oh they’re visibly set
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck
You see Hova, wasn’t digital yet
Before Steve Jobs, made the iPod
Was getting head jobs, we call that intimate
Back when rappers wouldn’t dare play lyrical roulette
With a automatic weapon I was rapping with a tec
Fresh like Mannie be, chain like anti-freeze
Shoebox full of cash, dealer man hand me ki’s
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don’t take Nancy Drew to see
what it do, I’m a damn G
Just sent a million dollars through a hands free
That’s big money talk, can you answer me?
Before the Answer was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick
Sure he’s rich now cause he saw the shit, all this shit
That’s why they call him Hov’, cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights
Bought a 9 for non-stop Glock work all the time
Guess who’s back?
Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, I’ve been said
I’ve been through with this bullshit game but I never quit
I used to think rapping at 38 was ill
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill’
I know I ain’t quite 38 but still
The flow so special got a .38 feel
The real is back
My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient…
aside from the fast cars, honeys that shake they ass in bars
you know you wouldn’t be involved with the underworld dealers,
carriers of mac-millers
east coast bodiers
west coast cap peelers
little monkey niggas turned gorillas
stopped in the station filled up on octaine
and now they not sane and not playing
that goes without sayin
slangin day in and day out
when money play in and then they play you out
“..i’m too cocky to stop me you gotta kill me and when im gone you can still feel me, on the real b, this shit is Enternal I Rock The Heavens Well Even if they wont let me in heaven I Raise Hell, Till its Heaven, Recognize, The Black Cat with the 9 Lives, Get up off me nigga its bad luck to cross me..” – From the Big L & Jay Freestyle Battle. But Big L Rips it A lot better than Jay, and Thats when Jay Was good :0