You, Me, Him And Her lyrics

Artist  : Jay-Z Featuring Amil, Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek 
Song : You, Me, Him And Her
 


[Jay-Z]
Told y'all... Dynasty... Roc-A-Fella
Records, you heard me?
Unstoppable, niggaz!
Uhh
Memph Bleek.. Amil-lion.. Sigel Sigel ya
heard?
It's a Dynasty! Who do you
believe?

Jigga Man, mo' better, mo'
cheddar
Foes knock the man off your Polo
sweater
Roll with the R-O-C,
A-Fella
Remember me? The teachers used to fail
us
Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe
killers
Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas
Oh
please feel us - we heat holders
Fightin?
Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't still us
The
plot thickens, the block clickin
We got the
game tied up, stop trippin
Jigga Man huh?
Sigel Sigel y'all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion,
uhh
Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan
The fire I spit
burn down Happyland
Social Club, we
unapproachable thugs
Non-social, gone
postal
Great aim, harm the arm close to your
toast
like a Don's supposed to, Shawn
I
thought I told you, these ain't just
vocals
Don't make me take it to the old
school
I put holes through your hoes
too
through your clothes to the foes to the
nigga close to you
Fuck it; Jigga Man huh?
Sigel Sigel y'all
Amil-lion what? Memph
Bleek..

[Memphis Bleek]
Y'all dudes
don't - get it, come widdit
Fifth loaded with
slugs that'll rest in your fitted
It's M dot
E-M, the Roc be them
Got the mamis sayin look,
who can stop be them?
You wan' press your dumb
luck, get blam blam-ed up
I crush your larynx,
you talk 'bout us nigga
No obituary, I get it
critical
You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer
liftin you
When I cock the plastic, make 'em
drop the casket
When it's hot, I'm blastin,
it's the Roc, you bastards
Jigga Man what?
Amil-lion yeah
Memph Bleek huh? Sigel Sigel
c'mon
Spit acid, c'mon
Witcha bullshit
smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggaz
wanna front and get jumped
Bet the ruger give
your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga, we
are, the supreme squad
You can dream hard but
reality is
we push the dream cars, fuck the
queen broads
puff the green raw, we as real as
it get
We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas
Bitches
don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail
us
Nigga, Jigga Man what? Memph Bleek
huh?
Amil-lion yeah, Sigel Sigel
rap

[Beanie Sigel]
R (dot) O (dot) C
(dot) stop
From tower to mind pop, I move out
stop
Shower your mind block, move out with
glocks
Raw to the cook, look, move out them
blocks
Take it to the bucks who be grindin it
up
Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond
it up
Competition, linin 'em up
Forty-five
ACP, let me squeeze lime 'em up
You want,
drama what? Well silence it up
Since a young
buck, violent as fuck
Wettin me dog, the high
will do it; I used to wild off embalmin
fluid
I send niggaz to the trauma
unit
Forty-five or the nine'll do it
I fuck
around and have your moms go through it - I'm a
beast!
Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then
they wanna cease shit
when they motherfuckin
peeps hit
But I don't cease nuttin, I decease
som'un
I fuck around and have you sleepin
underneath som'un
Jigga Man what? Sigel Sigel
y'all
Memph Bleek uh, Amil-lion
right

[Amil]
Go to the A to the M-I,
semi(??)ness
So then it's M-I(??), leave
niggaz faced with a dilemmi
Am I, gon' run or
stay, can I
get away no you can't can't I
surrendi?
And I, lady fly, the Mercedes
high
In my way through the tunnel like Lady
Di

[Jay-Z]
Jigga Man huh? Sigel Sigel
y'all
Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion uhh