You, Me, Him and Her 作词 : Carter, Cox, Goodman, Grant ... 作曲 : Dwight Grant/Malik Cox/Shawn Carter/Willie Albert Goodman/Roosevelt Harrell/A. Whitehead/Walter Morris/Harry Ray/Jay-Z Told y'all Dynasty roc-a-fella records you heard me Unstoppable *****s Memph bleek amillion 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 more scrilla ho killers Fo'-wheelers we gorillas Oh please feel us we heat holders Fighting Listen boy roy jones couldn't steal us The plot thickens the block clicking We got the game tied up stop tripping Jigga man huh Sigel sigel y'all Memph bleek what Amil-lion 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 ***** close to you **** it jigga man sigel sigel y'all Amillion what memph blee 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 mami's saying look who can stop be them You wanna press your dumb luck get blam blam-ed up I crush your larynx you talk about us ***** No obituary I get it critical You know memph'll hit the pall bearer lifting you When I **** the plastic make em drop the casket When it's hot I'm blasting It's the roc you bastards Jigga man what amil-lion yeah Memph bleek huh sigel sigel c'mon Spit acid c'mon Witcha bull***t smash hit Get your bull***t smashed in *****s wanna front and get jumped Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump ***** we are the supreme squad You can dream hard but reality is We push the dream cars **** the queen broads Puff the green raw we as real as it get We the r-o-c dot a dot fellas *****es don't talk to us the hoes they e-mail us ***** jigga man what memph bleek huh Amillion yeah sigel sigel rap R dot o dot c dot stop From tower to ma and pop I move out stop Shower your mom block move out with glocks Raw to the cook look move out them blocks Take it to the bucks who be grinding it up Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up Competition lining 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 **** Wasn't me dog The high will do it I used to wild off embalming fluid I sent *****s to the trauma unit Forty-five or the nine'll do it I **** around and have your moms go through it I'm a beast ***t *****s always wanna ye ***t Then they wanna cease ***t When they mother****ing peeps hit But I don't cease nothing I decease someone I **** around and have you sleeping underneath som'un Jigga man huh sigel sigel y'all Memph bleek what amillion uhh Yo a to the m-I feminist Holding the semi Leave *****s faced with a dilemmi Am I gonna run or stay can I Get away no you can't can't I surrendi And I lazy bop mercedes hot In my way through the tunnel like lady di Jigga man huh sigel sigel y'all Memph bleek what amillion uhh