To avoid confusions:
1. This song is just a mix, pretty good though.
2. All versions are from the song “So Right (Feat. Jay-Z & Kelly Price) (Remix)” (yes this is the original), performed by The Lox.
3. The instrumental comes from: The Commodores – Nightshift (Released: 1985)
The lyrics:
Verse One: Jay-Z
If you ain’t in it for the money then get out the game
Motherfuckers better think before they spit out my name
I been known to have torn out the frame
Load up the clip and aim TEST ME!
You ain’t in it for the dough, yo rhyme on your block
I’ll hit you with an owe, and do crime on your block
If you wanna sell a million, Bad Boy and the Roc
You know we come through with the gleam blinding your block
And our home be spacious, like a mil. and a dock
And the platinum bracelet, try to steal and get shot
Been a villain since I can remember for willing to plot
Sell crack, make a million then stop FEEL ME!
Yes nigga, Jay and L-O-X nigga
This is for you training bra whose chest got bigger
It’s on nigga, and the simple fact is
We got this rap captive
Chorus: (perf. The Commodores)
Gonna be a long night
It’s gonna be all right
On the nightshift
You found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift (oh)
You found another home
I know you’re not alone
On the nightshift
Verse Two: Jadakiss
Now what ya’ll think we here for? aight then
Get this money, keep it tightened, right when
All ya’ll thought ya’ll was coming to get us
Cuz we lost B.I.G., but he still wit us
Fooled ya’ll ass, ya’ll tools don’t blast
All we do is make hot songs and use ya’ll cash
I hang my plaques in the bathroom
Cuz I’m sill thinking bout making a hit
While I’m taking a shit
Playa Haters be scraping the 6
For no reason, that don’t even make no sense
I’m happy they made them with bullet prrof glass tints
If you want beef, see you at the Bad Boy cook out
Get a new look out, pull your black book out
Who you know pal for enough to distribute
2.5 and that’s just the tribute
Anything envolved with Benji’s we with that
With the good comes the bad never forget that
Chorus: (x1)
Verse Three: Styles P
Catch me in the Dirty South
In the red porche burning out
Head across seas, bout to turn it out
Coming back home to a furnish house
We three deep, what, and we ain’t get no sleep
We on the next flight, 25 a night, right
Plan is to keep the fam tight
Copping the Vipe and I ain’t stopping at the light
Can’t see the dice, ice to bright
Heard he with a pretty chick, you a idiot
Get a record deal and not take it serious
Plan to make hits for a long period
Hell of a living, being on television
Ball i’ma score everytime there’s an inning
I once had had a mill and it’s just the beginning
Everybody want a pool, I need an ocean to swim in
Chorus til fade
Duration : 0:3:41
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