Watch The Throne Lyrics - Jay-z

(Kanye West) 

Hello, can I speak to, uh 

Uh, yeah, you know who you are 

You have no idea what you're dealin' with 

Somethin' on some of this realest shit 

Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth 

Somethin', somethin', yeah 

That's my bitch 

That's my bitch 

Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch 

That's my bitch 

I been waitin' for a long, long time 

Just to get off and throw my hands up high 

And live my life, and live my life 

Just to get off and throw my hands up high 

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I paid for them titties, get your own 

It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne 

She say I care more about them "Basquiones" 

Basquiats, she learnin' a new word, it's yacht 

Blew the world up soon as I hit the club wit' her 

Too Short called, told me "I fell in love wit' her" 

Seen by actors, ballplayers, and drug dealers 

And some lesbians that never loved niggas 

Twisted love story, true romance 

Mary Magdalene, from a pole dance 

I'm a freak, huh? Rockstar life 

The second girl wit' us? That's our wife 

Hey, boys and girls, I got a new riddle 

Who's the new old perm just tryn' play second fiddle? 

No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle 

But my dick worth money, I put moanie in the middle 

Where she at, in the middle 

Photos 

(Elly Jackson) 

I been waitin' for a long, long time 

Just to get off and throw my hands up high 

And live my life, and live my life 

Just to get off and throw my hands up high (High, high, high) 

(Silly little vixen, mixes 'til mornin') 

(Not swervin', ohh, yeah) 

(Swore you never strolled on a bottle of that potion) 

(Stop motion, ooh, yeah) 

(Jay-Z) 

Go harder than a nigga for a nigga, go figure 

Told me "Keep my own money" if we ever did split up 

How could somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures? 

With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers 

Uh, Picasso was alive, he woulda made her 

That's right, nigga, Mona Lisa can't fade her 

I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice 

But why all the pretty icons always all white? 

Back to my Beyonces 

You deserve three stacks for the Andre 

Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in mo-seums 

You belong in binges, clothes, rushin' the whole building 

You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope-dealin' 

You too dope for any of those civilians 

Now, shoo, Trigger, stop lookin' at 'er tense 

Getcha own dog, ya heard? That's my bitch 

I been waitin' for a long, long time 

Just to get off and throw my hands up high 

And live my life, and live my life 

Just to get off and throw my hands up high 

(Silly little vixen, mixes 'til modern) 

(Not swervin', ohh, yeah) 

(Swore you never strolled on a bottle of that potion) 

(Stop motion, ooh, yeah) 

You have no idea what you're dealin' with 

Somethin' on some of this realest shit 

Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth 

Somethin', somethin', yeah 

That's my bitch 

That's my bitch 

Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch 

That's my bitch