Lyrics 22 Two's - Jay-Z
Yo,
what's
up
everybody
This
is
Marie
Davis,
"Mad
Wednesdays"
We
here
to
have
a
good
time
Wait
a
minute,
I
see
my
man
over
there
Jay-Z
Jay-Z,
Dame
Dash
let
me
here
that
little
tape
of
yours
And
it's
phat
Why
don't
you
come
up
here
and
kick
a
little
freestyle?
Put
that
champagne
down
And
kick
a
little
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)
Ya'll
muthafuckas
must
ain't
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
niggas
on
a
mission
Doin
ya
best
Jay-Z
rendition
Too
many
rough
muthafuckas
I
got
my
suspicions
That
you're
just
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
is
shady
Too
many
ladies
give
these
niggas
too
many
chances
Too
many
brothas
wanna
be
lovers
Don't
know
what
romance
is
Too
many
bitches
stuck
up
from
Too
many
sexual
advances
No
questions,
Jay-Z
got
too
many
answers
I
been
around
this
block
too
many
times
Rock
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
niggas
ride
mines
So
I
change
styles
every
two
rhymes
What
the
fuck
That's
twenty-two
twos
(too,
to)
for
ya'll
muthafuckas
out
there
Naw,
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
ya
Whole
groove
like
hold
up
Swole
up...
too
many
faggot
niggas
Clockin
my
spendin',
exercisin'
your
Gay-like
minds
like
Richard
Simmons
If
you
can
catch
Jay
right
on
a
late
night
Without
the
eight
right
Maybe
you
can
test
my
weight,
right?
I
dip,
spit
quicker
than
you
ever
seen
Administer
pain,
next
to
ministers
screaming
ya
name
At
your
wake
as
I
peak
in
Look
in
ya
casket,
feelin'
sarcastic,
"Look
at
'em,
still
sleepin'
"
Ya
never
ready,
forever
petty
Minds
stay
petty,
mine's
thinking
longevity
until
I'm
seventy
Livin'
heavily,
FUCK
Felony
after
Felony
What
nigga
ya
broke,
what
the
fuck
you
gone
tell
me
Ooooooooooh
Jay-Z,
Jay-Z,
now
you
know
this
is
a
phat
track
(aiight)
Now
this
is
comin'
out
on
your
new
album
On
Roc-A-Fella
Records
in
'96?
(no
doubt,
no
doubt)
Well,
it
is
definitely
the
bomb
But
you
know,
I
do
wanna
say
something
to
you
I
know
you
been
having
a
lotta
problems
with
the
law
But
I
know
you
innocent
And
I'm
behind
you
one
hundred
percent
Mad
Wednesdays,
Rudy
King,
DJ
Ace
Dame
Dash,
Roc-A-Fella
Records
(my
man
Clark
Kent)
We
all
behind
you
You
can
come
back
anytime
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
(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
outta
here
I
am
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
outta
here
now,
now
like
I
was
sayin'
We
gotta
build
our
own
businesses;
We
gotta
get
our
own
record
companies
goin'
Like
Roc-A-Fella
Records...
1 Ain't No Nigga
2 Can I Live
3 22 Two's
4 D'Evils
5 Feelin' It
6 Feelin' It
7 Brooklyn's Finest
8 Brooklyn’s Finest
9 Brooklyn's Finest
10 Can't Knock the Hustle
11 Ain't No Nigga - Original Mix
12 Friend or Foe
13 Coming Of Age
14 Can I Live II
15 Can I Live II
16 Can I Live II
17 Can't Knock The Hustle (Fool's Paradise Remix)
18 Regrets
19 Cashmere Thoughts
20 Coming Of Age
21 Coming of Age
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