reservoir dogs lyrics – jay-z

f*ck, sh*t is real right here
roc-a-fella, lox, takin’ the streets over motherf*ckers
don’t get it twisted
yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

yo shut the f*ck up ‘fore i blast and banned from t.v. your *ss
with no mask, look at the camera like what?
yeah i did it like them sick white boys the court committed
to the death of me, i’m spaz like i’m on ecstasy
drop 100 bars for real like i’m lookin’ for a deal
if i ain’t hungry, who the f*ck is, i’m worse than them african kids
i ain’t straight ’til my numbers match the motorola bid
and walk the streets up in the wild like i don’t f*ckin’ care
if i ain’t strapped that means i took ’em off my nike airs
get off mine, y’all talk sh*t like little children

when i ride mine like b*tches when i walk up in the building
’cause i catch tans in the winter, with wild wh*r*s
jet-skiin’, while you keep warm at corner stores
i make it hot, floodin’ your block, the best way
professionally, they’ll find poison in your x-ray
as i get roasted lookin’ at biggie posted on my wall
takin’ shots of louie ’til i fall
nuttin’ to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
and kick rhymes to the poster, ’til i swear big move
my team, you would think was on thorazine
how we floss and don’t give a f*ck what it’s costing

yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it’s time to apply it now
pick out a quiet town and tie it down
make n*gg*z lock it down, y’all know where to buy it now
beanie mac i supply it now
my squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
couple of 5’s, a 6, a few jeeps
bag enough c*ke to last a few weeks
in case n*gg*z wanna test, vest and a few heats
you really wanna test my name? and test my game?
until you have me, test my aim?
y’all n*gg*z nuts, like testricles

hit you up in your apartment buildin’ vestibule
perhaps it’s best for you, to keep on walkin’
heat from the noggin’, keep on sparkin’
platinum prezzie, bezzie, stay sparklin’
cop off the lot never see me at the auction
pint of bacardi darken, when it’s hawkin’
out on the strip, until i reach the margin
not tryin’ to meet the sergeant, at the precinct
eatin’ cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
locked up with dirty white boys and ricans

now if i kill you i probably do ten in the box
come down on appeal then i’m killin’ your pops
you feelin’ the lox, n*gg* why you grillin’ the lox
if this rap sh*t don’t work n*gg*z still in the spot
you bring it to me, i gotta lose your family
gangstas don’t die, they get chubby, and move to miami
sh*t is deep now dog, but it gets deeper
f*ck it, the weather’s nice and the price is much cheaper
i put it on tape, you gon’ buy it, i put it in a bag
you gon’ try it, y’all n*gg*z can’t deny it

lot of cats still tryin’ to study my last bounce
tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
they got me where i can’t be without my large gat
teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
don’t matter if i’m openin’ up, or headline
doin’ the speed limit or pushin’ red lines
six months in the county or fed time
i’m a be the ‘kiss n*gg*, until it’s bedtime

anything i’m on is a cl*ssic, any n*gg*
ever had beef with, son is a b*st*rd
anytime i spit, spit acid, l o x
ruff ryder you heard? we got the game mastered
i told you the pain was comin’
you wouldn’t listen
you tried to play me like a joke?
now who got the last laugh?
now take these bullets with you to h*ll

you motherf*ckers is sick, don’t think sauce the sh*t
so many n*gg*z on my nuts i thought i lost my d*ck
picture me fallin’ off, i’m camera shy
hammers fly, might miss you, but your man’ll die
what’s the difference? either way i’m stunnin’ your crew
i f*ck to win, y’all n*gg*z comin’ to lose
somethin’ to prove? spit it, we can have a spray off
i lay off wet n*gg*z and kill em on my day off

ain’t nuttin’ for me to bust a trey off
murder the whole month of april n*gg*, just to take may off
run with more germans than adolf, you light crews
now i concentrate on your camp, like jews
flow hot like a heatwave b*tch
whips fatter than them sh*ts they beat slaves with
i’m a meal stackin’ n*gg* who pull quick, still packin’
for you phil jackson n*gg*z on that bull

i don’t give a f*ck who you are, so f*ck who you are
i don’t care about a pretty b*tch, watch or a car
i don’t care about your block and whoever you shot
i don’t care about your alb*m and whenever it drop
i don’t care about your past if i did i woulda asked
i’m too busy lightin’ ‘dro with a whole lotta hash
far as this rap sh*t, i’m ten steps ahead of n*gg*z
shootin’ backwards, just for practice

ride or die n*gg*, hoppin’ in your casket
’bout to go to h*ll with you, blow the l with you
tell the whole world i’m spittin’, let em know the sh*lls h*t you
i tell n*gg*z quick, suck d*ck and get a glock
my name ring bells like sunday at 12 o’clock
i’m half past 7, bust 6 then 11
you know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
i ruffryde and pop a fella for roc-a-fella
jay, what the f*ck, spendin’ mozzarella

i know pop you can’t stand us ’cause you c*ck them hammers
run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
locked in the slammer? nope, popped up in atlanta
crossed up in a drop i popped up the antenna
whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
like raindrops you hear the thunder when i c*ck the cannon
big thang, big chains, ain’t sh*t changed
get brained in the four dot six range
sh*t main, switch lanes
every town i hit, switch planes, b*tch flipped big caine
flow with no cut, you take it in vain to the brain

motherf*ckers is noddin’ and throwin’ up, you know that
you don’t wanna owe that man
he’ll hit you, get the picture? kodak man
gotta, love for war, i don’t floss no more
i just sit on my money ’til i’m above the law
how the f*ck you gonna stop us with your measly *sses?
we don’t stop at the tolls we got e z p*sses, n*gg*
multiple cars and divas with d-cl*sses
iceberg sweat with i b on the elastic

sh*t, b*tch! what the f*ck, ya heard me?
put some more beat on that joint

/ jay z lyrics