Seen It All (feat. Jay Z)

Jeezy:

I said you already know nigga, you ain’t gotta flow

Before rap, young really got dough

Before rap, young really seen snow

In the kitchen ‘bout to make some magic

Then blow it all in magic, Pull up to my partner in traffic

Gave it to him, it was all in plastic

All I know, I ain’t tryna go to jail

Heard that shit closest thing to hell

When it's stepped on make it hard to sell

When you been where I been, make it hard to fail

‘Cause I’m the realest nigga in this

Y’all know it first nigga hitting magic in that 6-45

Love to say Jizzle nigga, stay in new shit

But everybody back back ‘cause that nigga can’t drive

Doors open up I emerge with ten chains

Even back then they was calling me ten chains

Ask me what I spent, I tell ‘em it’s no thing

Even if I had to add it up, it’da cost like ten things

We used to take a little show money just to throw money

If it’s on the floor nigga, its the floor money

If you bought it out the blow, when you got it from the blow

Then that’s why the fuck they call that shit blow money

Still the realest nigga in this, y’all know it

Kept it one hundred ‘til the day I came through

Nigga hit me up saying “going out of town”

So I threw him fifty thou, told him “bring me back two”

Not only got my fingers crossed, I prayed

Caught his little piece up, got laid

Then he walked in, threw them both on the table said

“Fuck that shit, young nigga get paid”

Then I whipped the Benzo on Lorenzo

Stay down nigga you don’t talk like ten toes

Hoes see me in this big pretty mothafucka

Bet I leave the parking lot with about ten hoes

I done seen it all

Yay stack seven feet tall

Swear it look white like a wall

What you know about thumbing through the hundreds, twenties, and the fifties

Spending tens and the fives at the mall?

I done seen it all

Jay Z:

20/20 Pyrex vision

Catch your contact standing next to my kitchen

Hear the 20s, 50s, hundreds, the money machine clickin'

And my Rollie ain't tickin', I ball

I done seen it all

Uncle died on the spot

Pop killed the family with heroin shots (real shit)

Gave my life to the block

Figured I get shot least I die on top (real shit)

I came alive in the drop

Big body all white shit looked like a yacht, real shit

I got ‘em five grand a pop

I had a plug in Saint Thomas on a trillion watts

Flew him back to the states park 92 bricks in front of 560 state

Now the Nets a stone throw from where I used to throw bricks

So it's only right I'm still tossing ‘round Knicks

Probably want your auntie a couple bags

I’ll probably front your uncle a couple halves

I was in the S-Class you was just in class

You know I was finna blow like a meth lab

Expanded the operation out in Maryland

Me and Emory Jones in the caravan

Took the show on the road out in VA

Dropped a couple off with Rolla in the PA

Plug got shot started slowing up

Took a trip down to see how he was holding up

The wars on now he got shot again

This time he was gone for good then we got it in

Emory got knocked we was down 10

The whole team hot wars closing in

Nigga’s can’t tell me shit about this dope game

'Bout this cocaine, man I done seen it all