Listen to Friend Or Foe by JAY-Z

Friend Or Foe

JAY-Z

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Friend Or Foe
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Martin Aka Dj Premier
Chris Martin Aka Dj Premier
Songwriter
Ineffie Woods
Ineffie Woods
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Producer
Joe Quinde
Joe Quinde
Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, I just came from outside, and there's crazy money out here We ain't gotta break this shiz down, we can sell weight But this Jay-Z nigga? He got this shit locked down Oh, Jay-Z, what, the rapper? (Yeah) That "In My Lifetime" nigga? Get the fuck out, that's game on the bow Get the fuck out, there ain't no rapper tellin' me I can't get no money man Come on, the fuck, what you doin', I gotta do Get the fuck out Yeah, uh Check one, check two Said you know what to do Primo, cold crush when I give it to you Friend or foe Yo, state ya biz Hmm, you tend to dough, ah There it is Me, I run the show, oh And these kids Don't like nobody comin' around here Fuckin' with they dough for shit You enterprisin' though, and I like it But fuck with the big dogs yo, I gotta bite ya Look, it's outta my hands And you gettin money 'round here Is not in the plans Don't hop your ass outta that van Head back to Kansas I'm sending niggas back up in campuses Chances slimmer than that chick in Calvin Klein pants is Let me guess, they said it was money round here And the rest is me stoppin' you from gettin' it, correct? Sorry to here that My guess is you got work at the hotel I'll take care of that, you'll soon see Now please, give me the room key Ya twitchin', don't do that Ya makin' me nervous, my crew Well they do pack, them dudes is murderers So please, would ya, put your hands back in sight They don't like to see me nervous You can understand that, right? You draw, better be Picasso, you know the best 'Cause if this is not so, God bless You leave me no choice I leave you no voice Believe you me son I hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done Now calm your boys 'Cause I'm findin' it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise Get the point? I'll let you go, before you leave I guess I outta let you know I need those keys And I promise you never, no matter the weather Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come around here no mo'
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Ineffie Woods, C. Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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