Lyrics What We Talking About - Jay-Z

Blueprint, tra
Yeah yeah,
What we talking about real shit or we talking about rhymes?
We talking about millions or you just talking about mine,
What we talking about?
Cause I ain't got time for what people be talking about all the time,
What we talking about fiction or we talking about fact,
We talking about fiction
Hold up, pardon my back
I'm talking about life (life, life)
And all I hear is "oh yeah he keeps talking 'bout crack",
I ain't talking about profit, I'm talking about pain,
I'm talking about despair, I m talking about shame,
Talking about gossip, I ain't talking bout Game,
I ain't talking about Jimmy, I ain't talking bout Dame!
I'm talking about real shit, dem people playin',
What is you talking bout, I dunno what y'all sayin',
People keep talking about "Hov take it back"!
I'm doing better than before why would I do that?
Ain't nothing cool about carrying a strap,
About worrying ya moms, and burying ya best cat,
Talking about revenge while you carrying his casket,
All teary eyed bout to take it to a mattress.
Talking about music I ain't talking about rap,
I'm talking about whose hot I ain't talking about that!
The conversation has changed lets yap about that,
I don't run rap no more I run the map
They talk, we live,
We see what they say, they say, they say
They talk, we did,
Who cares what they say, they say, they say
Yeah, still they can't focus on them
They be talking bout me,
Talkin' bout what I wear,
Talkin' bout where I be, yeah
Check out my hair
These ain't curls these is peas
Peasey head still get paid
I'm combin' through G's please
We ain't focused on naps
Cause I don't run rap no more I run the map
A small part of the reason the President is black
I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack
Talkin' bout progress I ain't lookin back
You know I run track try not to get lapped
People keep talkin' bout Hov left em flat
Try to re-write history lets talk about facts
Dame made millions even Jaz made some scraps
He could've made more but he didn't sign his contract
As far as street guys we was dealin' crack
That's just how the game goes I don't owe nobody jack
Grown men want me to sit em on my lap
But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black
I repeat, you can't sit on my lap
I don't have a beard now get off my sack
Scream at me
Blueprint 3
And now that that's that Lets talk about the future
We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther
And you could choose ta sit in front of your computa
Posin' with guns shootin' YouTube up
Or you could come with me to the White House get your suit up
You stuck on being hardcore I chuck the deuce up
Peace out Medusa
Welcome to the Blue-ah-Print-ah Tre piece Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Ras clot when rude boy come through with the roof off
So I could see the sky
Cause everybody talkin' Hov I think we know why