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Linkin Park feat. Jay-Z- Big Pimpin'/ Papercut
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Lead Vocals
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Electric Guitar
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Background Vocals
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Lead Vocals
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Drums
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Bass Guitar
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Songwriter
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Songwriter
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Songwriter
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Songwriter
Kyambo Joshua
Kyambo Joshua
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LINKIN PARK
LINKIN PARK
Executive Producer
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Producer
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Executive Producer
John Ewing
John Ewing
Engineer
John Meneilly
John Meneilly
Executive Producer
Rob McDermott
Rob McDermott
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Engineer

Lyrics

You wastin' your talent, Randy! Yeah, ready? It's like I'm paranoid, lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right Come on! Why does it feel like night today? Something in here is not right today Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I got left I don't know what stressed me first Or how the pressure was fed But I know just what it feels like To have a voice in the back of my head It's like a face that I hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes A face that watches everytime they lie A face that laughs everytime they fall (And watches everything) So, I know that when it's time to sink or swim That face inside is hearing me Right underneath my skin It's like I'm paranoid, lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em 'Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good But I don't fuckin' feed 'em First time they fuss I'm breezin' Talkin' 'bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe 'em In the cut where I keep 'em 'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts Then it's, "beep beep" and I'm pickin' 'em up Let 'em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread So you can be livin' it up? Shit, I parts with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin', never happen I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin' Ho get yo' ass in And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide Check 'em out now Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah Let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide Check 'em out now Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah We doin' Big Pimpin', we spendin' cheese Check 'em out now Big Pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s We doin' Big Pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N-B (Yo, yo, yo!) Big Pimpin', spendin' cheese We doin' Big Pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s We doin' Big Pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N-B (B-B)
Writer(s): Mike Shinoda, Robert G. Bourdon, Brad Delson, Joshua, Timothy Z. Mosley, Chester Charles Bennington, Joseph Hahn, Jay Z Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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