Squeeze 1st Lyrics - The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000 - Jay-z

Uh, yeah, mmmm 

William H. niggas 

Holla, yeah, yo 

HOOK: 

That's why I, squeeze first ask quesions last 

That's how most of these so called gangstas pass 

I, squeeze first ask questions last 

Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin today 

[JIGGA] 

Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down 

When I greet ya, meet ya with pound 

Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake 

The kind that put land over your face 

I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya 

I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya 

I move light, like my shoes too tight 

Leave niggas confused from the day to the night 

At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin 

Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin 

I keep cash 'case cops arrest me 

'case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me 

You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent 

If not you, somebody of close descent 

Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he 

Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy 

Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult 

Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke 

And y'all choke motherfuckers 

HOOK 

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[JIGGA] 

I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he 

Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy 

Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult 

Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke 

Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he 

Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy 

Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult 

Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke 

And y'all choke niggas 

HOOK 

[JIGGA] 

Y'all don't understand 

I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he 

Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy 

Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult 

Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke 

Y'all choke niggas 

Photos 

HOOK 

[JIGGA] 

See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard 

I'm a player for real, I post and pivot 

Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit 

Where the demons live, shit my scene is vivid 

Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta this verse 

It's about to get so obscene in a minute 

I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it 

Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child fuck it 

Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt 

Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis 

Shit it was either that or be livin wit Elvis 

Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X 

Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this 

Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less 

My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress 

Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama 

Told her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day 

And before she could say Jay... 

I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality 

Men gotta do men things for men salary 

Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me 

Ahh shit man... 

Young Hova ya heard? 

Who could fuck wit him?