You belong to the city You belong to the night In the middle of darkness He's a man of the night
Verse One: Jay-Z
What the deal playboy just rest your soul I be holding it down yo still love the dough Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go Got the whole world on lock now you know how we flow Don't worry about Brooklyn I continue the flame A whole world with amnesia won't forget your name You held it down long enough Let me take those reigns And just like your spirit the commision remains Niggas can cross the T's and dots the I's Now that I got too popular to cop them pies I'm taking this rap shit serious to my demise Jay shits like cake mix watch me rise Bay 6 in the basement waste it Asking my dogs for advice and when he can't say shit My hatred is for you just give me a sign And I let the world know that the city is mine
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Verse Two: Jay-Z
Y'all want to know how I flow just seek and you fine I'm like a brain in a voicebox I speak my mind About to redefine rap mommy, either I'm The illest nigga doing it or these niggas is losing it I read an article that said I was growing and shit But every time I look, I'm moving units in quick So I'm going to hit y'all with these last two and split And leave niggas with nothing but my influences *** I ain't mad go ahead bite my shit Sell half of what I sell but thats not quite my shit I'm the type to buy a rollie and just ice my shit On the spot fuck coming back twice and shit I realize that my floss game still intact A horse game you lame dudes can't feel that Like the first dude to cop the 850 in 89 And drove it up to 55th, the city is mine
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Verse Three: Jay-Z
I snatch your girl 'cause your arm ain't strong enough plus y'all don't stay in the studio long enough I make hits while y'all stay hating and take bricks Had it locked 'til I came in the club Take 6 had your chick 'cause you swore she was innocent Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans All for what So I could be in a dark corner All in her butt at the bar alchoholing her up I represent the lifestyle of niggas who thirst cream Buck 50 a shot louie VIII Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella, yo know the name I ain't a player, get it right I'm controlling the game From now until they blow holes in my frame I'm going to stand firm, holding my aim, feel that? I'm the focal point like Biggie in his prime On the low though - Shhhhh! The city is mine
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You belong You belong In the middle of darkness He's a man of the night