Stick 2 The Script - Jay Z

Stick 2 The Script - Jay Z Lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z & DJ Clue]
Yeah.. DJ Clue! A/K/A/, William, M. Holla..
With William H. Holla
The world's most infamous
The Holla family nigga
Roc-A-Fella Records, c'mon
Dynasty! New Jay-Z! Beanie Sigel!
Stick to the script!
We live money over bitches nigga stick to the script
Remember where you heard it first.. stupid!
Cop, flip, we re-up; get back to the shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
DJ Clue!

[Verse 1: Jay-Z (DJ Clue)]
YO, they call me William H. (H!) the all-time great (GREAT!)
I fuck the most hoes out of New York State (STATE!)
I rock my jewels (JEWELS!) I'm not a fool (FOOL!)
In the small of my back I got this big-ass tool (ha hah!)
When I'm skatin' through the city and I stop and kick it
Be the most asked question - how I got them digits?
I say I stay on my grind, never stop for bitches
Never talk like a mime I gotta watch you snitches
And I stick to the script, that's my advice so live
Eat nigga, let it stick to your ribs
I seen niggas go from handlin' birds to ramblin' words
To the man, seen a Sammy the Bull emerge on the stand
And it was all good just a week ago
We lost Ty and E, but we still eatin' though
For like a hundred weeks nigga, we gon' run the streets
Til we reach Malik or the date of E's release
Peep Hova in a Jeep Rover, passin' reefer over
To this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami
Three, hommies under the belt, three extra clip
We aim, we shoot; y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script
C'mon!
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
{*scratch* "You can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckas"}
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
{*scratch* "You in the streets nigga, make your moves"}

{*scratch* "Y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this Dynasty thing"}

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Geah, uh-huh
Yeah, money over bitches nigga
{*scratch* "This Philly cat back- back at it"}
Stick to the script, yo
Ayo, they don't call me Mack for nuttin'
I don't give a whore jack, man they all say that Mack be frontin'
But if you can't take a case bitch and take it to the chin
Take the heat, beat your feet bitch, skate in the wind
Don't snitch, we can blow dough, make it again
You can be my ho, bitch, I can't make you my friend
Because - friends depend on friends, not Bean Sigel's shit
I don't need you, let welfare feed you
Mack'll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip
I got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks
I got a sick flip game, order gettin and shit
I got a strict strip, flip 'caine, get it in shifts
Bitch, you can't get at me, shit I get at you
Only in the physical, I tell you like Mystikal
"Shake that ass (yeah), watch yourself
(Yeah) show me what you workin' with but wash yourself"
Fuck a dirty bitch (yeah), man, I roll with a sturdy click
That'll murder shit, empty clips, you never heard a spit
Slide a bitch what? Slide a bitch shit
Slide a bitch dick, then I slide out a bitch shit
Ain't no time to stick around and play step pops
Shit I'm tryin' to get down, cop and upset blocks
Low price, quick flip, 2-8-K quick
Shit don't go right, 2 AK's spit - stick to the script, nigga
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script...
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
Y'all get knocked, y'all turn bitch
We get knocked, we never snitch, c'mon