U Aint Neva Gotz Ask Lyrics - Jay-z

Talkin' practice baby 

Only thing is 

I'm not the shooter 

I'm the bullet, bitch 

[Verse One: Kanye West] 

They say your attitude determines your latitude 

I'm high as a motherfucker - fly as a motherfucker 

And still the motherfucker you love to hate 

But can't - because you love what I make 

Now ain't - that about a bitch 

That Imma talk shit until I'm out of hits 

They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough 

All that talkin' I feed off of - keep it up 

I'm relaxin' my feet is up - I'm leavin' you haters 

Like when Shaq left the Lakers just to "Heat" it up 

I state the stats to stunt - I don't need to front 

There black history e'ry day - I don't need a month 

The survey says - by the streets according 

Kanye's just important as Michael Jordan 

Was to the NBA when he was scorin' 

Ralph Lauren was borin' before I wore him and.. 

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[Chorus] 

You aint neva gotta ask again 

How we got the world to listen 

It ain't easy to pretend 

I know you lost your cool 

And it starting to come back again 

wake and stop it's just the begining 

You ain't never gotta ask again 

Baby this is what we do 

[Verse Two: Lil Wayne] 

Photos 

Yeah, what you want 

And if you strap, we can trade like the Dial Jones 

Where the Muh 

Hope he got his towel on 

I ain't at the moon 

And get my howl on 

Some niggas cry wolf, i'm on that dry cush 

And when it comes to that paper i stack books 

Yeah, You heard what i said 

I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head 

Life aint cheap 

You're better off dead if you can't pay the fee 

Shoutout ma nigga fee 

See every muthafucka at the door don't get a key 

You outside lookin in, so tell me what you see 

Its about money it's bigger than me 

I told my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yeah 

Don't miss, you fuckin with the hitmen 

Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again 

[Chorus] 

You ain't Neva gotta ask again 

How we got the world to listen 

It ain't east to pretend 

I know you lost your cool 

And it statting to come back again 

Wake and stop its just the begining 

You ain't never gotta ask again 

Baby this is what we do 

[Verse Three: T.I.] 

Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South 

When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth 

No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion 

But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin 

It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin 

It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin 

Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings 

(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing 

Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin 

Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling 

So say what you want, and do what you please 

But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees 

I run a record label and a crew of G's 

So, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneeze 

or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say 

And be easy, or else it'll be a long day 

[Chorus] 

You ain't Neva gotta ask again 

How we got the world to listen 

It ain't east to pretend 

I know you lost your cool 

And it statting to come back again 

Wake and stop its just the begining 

You ain't never gotta ask again 

Baby this is what we dodo 

[Verse Four: Jay-Z] 

They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight 

And two wrongs don't make a right 

But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life 

At what point does one fight? (Good question right!) 

'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it 

Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half 

Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs 

When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag 

When your options is none and the pen is all you have 

or the block, niggaz standin tight, there's limits on the ave 

Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash 

But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast 

Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence 

Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us 

Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up 

Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up