22 Two's Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay-z

Yo, what's up everybody 

This is Marie Davis, "Mad Wednesdays" 

We here to have a good time 

Wait a minute, I see my man over there Jay-Z 

Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me here that little tape of yours 

And it's phat 

Why don't you come up here and kick a little freestyle? 

Put that champagne down 

And kick a little freestyle for me tonight 

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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Can I kick it? 

(Yes you can) 

Can I kick it? 

(Yes you can) 

Can I kick it? 

(Yes you can) 

Ya'll muthafuckas must ain't hear that Tribe Called Quest 

Let's do it again 

Can I kick it? 

(Yes you can) 

Can I kick it? 

(Yes you can) 

Can I kick it? 

(Yes you can) 

Well I'm gone 

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Check this out 

Too much west coast dick lickin' 

And too many niggas on a mission 

Doin ya best Jay-Z rendition 

Too many rough muthafuckas 

I got my suspicions 

That you're just fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen 

Too many bitches wanna be ladies 

So if you a hoe, I'ma call you a hoe 

Too many bitches is shady 

Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances 

Too many brothas wanna be lovers 

Don't know what romance is 

Too many bitches stuck up from 

Too many sexual advances 

No questions, Jay-Z got too many answers 

I been around this block too many times 

Rock too many rhymes, cocked too many nines 

Too, to all my brothers it ain't too late 

To come together 

Cause too much black and too much love 

Equal forever 

I don't follow any guidelines 

Cause too many niggas ride mines 

So I change styles every two rhymes 

What the fuck 

That's twenty-two twos (too, to) for ya'll muthafuckas out there 

Naw, mean 

Shall I continue? 

Check it out, what? 

Can I kick it? 

(Yes you can) 

Can I kick it? 

(Yes you can) 

Can I kick it? 

(Yes you can) 

Well I'm gone... 

Yo, yo, yo 

Copped to reach my quota 

Push rock, roll up smooth-like on ya 

Whole groove like hold up 

Swole up... too many faggot niggas 

Clockin my spendin', exercisin' your 

Gay-like minds like Richard Simmons 

If you can catch Jay right on a late night 

Without the eight right 

Maybe you can test my weight, right? 

I dip, spit quicker than you ever seen 

Administer pain, next to ministers screaming ya name 

At your wake as I peak in 

Look in ya casket, feelin' sarcastic, 

"Look at 'em, still sleepin' " 

Ya never ready, forever petty 

Minds stay petty, mine's thinking longevity until I'm seventy 

Livin' heavily, FUCK Felony after Felony 

What nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gone tell me 

Ooooooooooh 

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a phat track (aiight) 

Now this is comin' out on your new album 

On Roc-A-Fella Records in '96? (no doubt, no doubt) 

Well, it is definitely the bomb 

But you know, I do wanna say something to you 

I know you been having a lotta problems with the law 

But I know you innocent 

And I'm behind you one hundred percent 

Mad Wednesdays, Rudy King, DJ Ace 

Dame Dash, Roc-A-Fella Records (my man Clark Kent) 

We all behind you 

You can come back anytime 

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute 

Ace, turn that music down 

I smell some reefer 

Now you see, that's why our people don't have anything 

Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly 

(SHUT THE FUCK UP!) 

Wait a minute, wait a minute 

Who told me shut the 'f' up, who told me to shut the 'f' up 

Get him outta here 

I am not gonna continue this show until you throw him out 

Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech 

Thank you, he's outta here now, now like I was sayin' 

We gotta build our own businesses; 

We gotta get our own record companies goin' 

Like Roc-A-Fella Records...