What More Can I Say? Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay-z

(Are you not entertained?) 

(Are.you.not.entertained?) 

(Is this not why you're here?) 

Uh, Uh, Huh 

Turn the music up 

Turn me down 

Guru... Lets go get 'em again 

This time it's for the money my nigga 

Brooklyn stand up 

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[Verse One] 

There's never been a nigga this good for this long 

This hood 

Or this pop, this hot 

Or this strong 

With so many different flows 

This ones for this song 

The next one I'll switch up 

This one will get bit up 

These fucks 

Too lazy to make up shit 

They crazy 

They don't... paint pictures 

They just trace me 

You know what 

Soon they forget where they plucked 

They whole style from 

And try to reverse the outcome 

I'm like... tough 

I'm not a biter 

I'm a writer 

For myself and others 

I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin up my brother 

Biggin up my borough 

I'm big enough to do it 

I'm that thorough 

Plus I know my own flow is foolish 

So them rings and things you sing about 

Bring em out 

It's hard to yell when the bar-rel's in your mouth 

I'm in... New sneakers 

Deuce seaters 

Few Diva's 

What more can I tell you 

Let me spell it for you 

W-I-Double L-I-E 

Nobody truer than H-O-V 

And I'm back for more 

New York's ambassador 

Prime Minister back to finish my business up 

Photos 

[Chorus: Singing] 

What more can I say? 

What more can I do? 

I give this all to you 

I know this much is true 

My Life 

(Look at my life) 

(See what I see) 

[Verse Two] 

You already know what I'm about 

Flyin birds down south 

Movin wet off the step 

Purple Rain in the drought 

Stuntin on hoes 

Brushin off my shirt 

But ain't nothin on my clothes 

'Cept my chain 

My name 

Young H-O 

Pitch the yay faithful 

Even if they patrol I make payroll 

Benz paid for 

Friends they roll 

Private jets down the Turks and Caicos 

Cris' case loads 

I don't give a shit 

Nigga one life to live I can't let a day go 

By 

Without me being fly 

Fresh to death 

Head to toe until the day I rest 

And I don't wear jerseys I'm thirty plus 

Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups 

S dots on my feet 

Make my sight complete 

What more can I say Guru play the beat, I'm livin' 

We gonna let this ride into the hook 

I'mma snap my fingers on this one 

What more can I say to you? 

Get my grown man on 

LET'S GO 

(What more can I say?) 

[Verse Three] 

Now you know ass is willie 

When they got you in a mag 

For like half a billi 

And your ass ain't Lilly 

White 

That mean that shit you write must be illy 

Either that or your flow is silly 

It's both 

I don't mean to boast 

But damn if I don't brag 

Them crackers gonna act like I ain't on they ass 

The Martha Stewart 

That's far from Jewish 

Far from a Harvard student 

Just had the balls to do it 

And no I'm not through with it 

In fact I'm just previewin it 

This ain't the show I'm just EQ'in it 

One, Two and I won't stop abusin it 

To groupie girls stop false accusin it 

Back to the music 

The Maybach roof is translucent 

Niggas got a problem Houston 

What up B 

They can't shut up me 

Shut down I 

Not even P.E. 

I'mma ride 

God forgive me for my brash delivery 

But I remember vividly 

What these streets did to me 

So picture me 

Lettin these clowns nit pick at me 

and Paint me like a pickiny 

I will literally 

Kiss Tee-Tee in the forehead 

Tell her please forgive me 

Then squeeze into your forehead 

I'm not the one to score points off 

In fact 

I got a joint to knock your points off 

Young 

Hova the God nigga blasphamy 

I'm at the Trump International 

Ask for me 

I ain't never scared 

I'm everywhere 

You ain't never there 

Nigga why would I ever care 

Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here 

Excluding nobody 

Look what I embody 

The soul of a hustler I really ran the street 

A CEO's mind 

That marketing plan was me 

And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times 

Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines 

And I ain't animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes 

But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines 

Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times 

Times that by my influence on pop culutre 

I supposed to be number one on everybody list 

We'll see what happens when I no longer exist 

Fuck this man 

(What more can I say?)