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22 Two's

Yo whassup everybody? This is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's

We here tonight to have a good time

(Yo, start the show, start the show)

Wait a minute, I see my man over there Jay-Z

Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat

Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle

Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Well I'm gone, check this out

Too much West Coast dick-lickin' and too many niggaz on a mission

Doin' your best Jay-Z rendition

Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions

That you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen

Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe

I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady

Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances

Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is

Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances

No question, Jay-Z got too many answers

I been around this block, too many times

Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too

To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together

'Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever

I don't follow any guidelines 'cause too many niggaz ride mine

So I change styles every two rhymes, what the fuck?

That's 22 two's for y'all motherfuckers out there, you know what I mean?

Shall I continue? Check it out, what?

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Can I kick it?

(Yes you can)

Well I'm gone yo, yo, yo

Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on you

Whole groove like hold-up, swallow up

Too many faggot niggaz, clockin' my spendin'

Exercisin' you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons

If you could catch Jay right, on the late night

Without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right

I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen

Adminster pain, next the minister's screamin' your name

At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket

Feelin' sarcastic, look at him, still sleepin'

You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty

Mines thinkin' longevity until I'm seventy

Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what?

Nigga you broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me?

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track

Now this is comin' on your new album

On Roc-A-Fella Records in ninety-six

No doubt no doubt, well, it is definitely the bomb

But you know I do wanna say somethin' to you, I know

You've been havin' a lot of problems with the law

But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100 percent

Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash

Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you

You can come back anytime, thanks a lot

{Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute

Ace, turn that music down, I smell some reefer, now you see?

That's why, our people don't have anything

Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly

(Hey shut the fuck up)}

{Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the F up?

Who told me to shut the F up? Get him out of here

I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out

Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech

Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin'

We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own

Record companies goin' like Roc-A-Fella Records, we got the}

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