S.a.s. şarkı sözleri
HookMega:It's Damu love, Dipset till we rideAs long as you and I keep it movin' like a ol' key orMaybe a OZ or duckin' the police orKilla general, Capo killin' them O.G's andYou may see May bandana'd down wit Juelz and two girl up in Camden TownWhen the fans aroundMail groupies, get a missile from the cannon roundAnd I'm old school like KangooTool erupt too, number 1 stunna, scout bunna up in bambooBack to the U.K. where Dame was overS.A.S. been bunnin' like a waste disposerAnd the boy street credible, we silly wit' rhymesWit' a voice that compare the dude to Biggie and ShyneIf I rap about it now, then I'd get it laterFlip a couple O's, you damn right I'll save it upI'll show you how to do this man(This is Roc-A-Fella for life)HookJay-Z:This cru love, Roc-A-Fella til we dieAs long as you and I keep it movin' like a drive-byWe can stack dough sky highNIggaz can't touch what they can't feelReal recognize real(Repeat)Ay yo we true 5's, this is true lifeSo it's only right that I give my cru loveYou wanna disrespect, you can get a few slugsTwist ya neck, wit the Tech, lick you with that new snubThink I'm playin' around, I'm sprayin' aroundThe K or the pound, when its gon' stay in ya crownThis war scrap, get ya jaw cracked, stay on the groundThe .4 clap, like a doormat, I'm laying you downWho want, trouble with me, frontin' like you bubblin' keys5, you ain't even doublin' cheeseSince I got my face cut tryna tussle with thievesI let my bullets wanna bubba like the WBSo get 9-11 I aint talkin bout them PorschesSince you get wit the bosses, shit is makin' me nauseousSo I'm a harmless thug when I ride throughHad that nigga throwin' up Blood like PiruTry, try who, you'll get hit badLeave ya white tee same color as my Dip flagEastside, Woo WooHook
