paroles de chanson My 1st Song - Jay-Z
I'm
just,
tryin'
to
stay
above
water
y'know
Just
stay
busy,
stay
workin'
Puff
told
me
like,
the
key
to
this
joint
The
key
to
stayin',
on
top
of
things
Is
treat
everythin'
like
it's
your
first
project,
you
know
what
I'm
sayin'?
Like
it's
your
first
day
like
back
when
you
was
an
intern
Like,
that's
how
you
try
to
treat
things
like,
just
stay
hungry
Uh,
uh,
yes,
yes
Y'all
wanna
know,
why
he
don't
stop?
Y'all
wanna
know,
why
he
don't
flop?
Let
me
tell
you
pe-eople
why
Came
from
the
bottom
of
the
block
I
When
I
was
born,
it
was
sworn,
I
was
never
gon'
be
shit
Had
to
pull
the
opposite
out
this
bitch
Had
to
get
my
ri-ide
on
Eyes
on
the
prize,
Shawn
knew
I
had
to
Had
to,
had
to
get
these
chips
Had
to
make
moves
like
Olajuwon
Started
out
sellin'
dimes
and
nicks
Graduated
to
a
brick
No
exaggeration,
my
infatuation
with
the
strip
Legendary
like
a
schoolboy
Crushin'
merely
nearly
every
every
chick
Heavy
shit,
that's
how
schoolboy
got
whipped
And
got
left
on
some
Just
Me,
Myself
and
I
On
some
Trugoy
shit
Had
to
voyage
to
a
place
of,
to
a
place
of
no
return
Had
to
play
with
fire
and
get
burned
Only
way
the
boy
ever
gon'
learn
Had
to
lay
way
in
the
cut,
'til
I
finally
got
my
turn
Now
I'm
on
top
in
the
spot
that
I
earned
It's
my
life,
it's
my
pain
and
my
struggle
The
song
that
I
sing
to
you
it's
my
everything
Treat
my
first
like
my
last,
and
my
last
like
my
first
And
my
thirst
is
the
same
as,
when
I
came
It's
my
joy
and
my
tears
and
the
laughter
it
brings
to
me
It's
my
everything
Like
I
never
rode
in
a
limo
Like
I
just
dropped
flows
to
a
demo
Like
it's
'92
again
and
And
I
got
O's
in
the
rental
Back
in
the
Stu'
again,
no
prob'
livin'
was
a
whole
lot
simple
When
you
think
back,
you
thought
that
You
would
never
make
it
this
far,
then
you
Take
advantage
of
the
luck
you
handed
Or
the
talent,
you
been
given
Ain't
no,
half
steppin',
ain't
no,
no
slippin'
Ain't
no
different
from
a
block
that's
hidden
Gotta
get
it
while
the
getting's
good
Gotta
strike
while
the
iron's
hot,
'fore
you
stop
Then
you
gotta
bid
it,
good
riddance
Goodbye,
this
is
my
second
major
breakup
My
first
was,
with
a
pager
With
a
hooptie,
a
cookpot,
and
the
game
This
one's
with
the
stool,
with
the
stage,
with
the
fortune
Maybe
not
the
fortune,
but
certainly
the
fame
It's
my
life,
my
pain
and
my
struggle
The
song
that
I
sing
to
you
it's
my
everything
Treat
my
first
like
my
last,
and
my
last
like
my
first
And
my
thirst
is
the
same
as,
when
I
came
It's
my
joy
and
my
tears
and
my
laughter
it
brings
to
me
It's
my
everything
Treat
my
first
like
my
last,
and
my
last
like
my
first
And
my
thirst
like
the
first
song
I
sang
Woo!
It's
like
the
blues,
we
gon'
ride
out
on
this
one
Ty-Ty,
B-High
Yo
High,
remember
you
was
making
them
baskets
For
them
niggas
at
radio
and
shit?
Clark
Kent,
that
was
good
lookin'
out
nigga
Carline,
who
ever
thought
we'd
make
it
this
far,
homie?
Sha,
they
can't
stop
us,
know
what
I'm
sayin'?
Lenny
S
Dame,
what
up?
Robbin'
the
bank
Niggas
thought
we
was
crazy
man,
'member,
uh
You
had
that
fucked
up
ass
handwritin'
You
was
writin'
all
the
numbers
that
we
was
spendin'
down
For
the
videos
we
was
doin'
ourselves
(Ski,
whattup?
Original
Flavor
in
the
house)
Your
accounting
was
crazy
wrong
and
shit
But
we
we
still
put
it
together
Bigs,
whassup?
'Member
we
went
to
St.
Thomas
and
uh
(John
Meneilly)
Your
dog
peed
on
homey
leg
and
shit
at
his
ccrib
I
think
that
was
Rudy
And
they
was
havin'
a
lil'
trouble
with
the
pool
You
and
Ty-Ty
was
laughin'
Emory
was
there,
what
up
Emory?
What
up
Ty?
Hip-Hop,
what
up
man?
Ay,
ay
Hobb,
you
ain't,
you
ain't
have
no,
uhh
You
ain't
have
no
muh'fuckin'
seat
on
your,
on
your
bicycle
Now
you
uh,
the
head
of
black
music
That's
what
I'm
talkin'
'bout
right
there
homie
Gee,
what
up,
Gee?
Yessir,
e'rybody
in
the
Roc
Hey
Guru,
I
know
you
spoiled
man
I
be
takin'
them
shits
in
one
take
You
gon'
have
to
punch
niggas
shit,
you
gon'
be
tight
OG
Juan,
what
up?
I'm
a
little
upset
that
you
wasn't
involved
in
this
whole
process
But
it's
all
good,
what's
up
Dez?
My
whole
family,
my
nephew,
cousin
Angie,
what's
up?
Ti-Ti
(Bey,
Bey,
Bey,
Bey)
Mom,
you
made
the
album,
how
crazy
is
that?
Bobalob,
rest
in
peace
My
pops,
rest
in
peace
(Sup
A.J.?)
Biggie
Smalls,
rest
in
peace
Uh-uh,
uh-uh,
uh-uh,
uh-uh
Nigga,
I'm
'bout
to
go
golfin'
man
Ay,
I
might
even
have
me
a
cappuccino,
fuck
it
I'm
goin'
somewhere
nice
where
no
mosquitos
at
nigga
Holla
at
me,
it's
your
boy
![Jay-Z - The Black Album](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/k/f/o/z/QhXYkwzOFK.jpg)
1 Threat
2 Allure
3 Interlude
4 December 4th
5 What More Can I Say
6 Encore
7 Change Clothes
8 Dirt Off Your Shoulder
9 Threat
10 Moment Of Clarity
11 99 Problems
12 Public Service Announcement (Interlude)
13 Justify My Thug
14 Lucifer
15 Allure
16 My 1st Song
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