This document provides track listings and production details for Jay-Z's album "The Blueprint 3". It contains 15 tracks, many of which feature collaborations with artists like Rihanna, Kanye West, Alicia Keys, and Kid Cudi. The tracks were produced by high-profile producers including Kanye West, Timbaland, Swizz Beatz, and The Neptunes. Detailed credits are provided for each song's writers, producers, recording engineers, and sample sources.

1. THE BLUEPRINT 3

3. SECTION 1 :
PRODUCT NUMBER : 520856-2
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01 = WHAT WE TALKIN’ ABOUT
JAY-Z + LUKE STEELE (OF EMPIRE OF THE SUN)
02 = THANK YOU
03 = D.O.A. (DEATH OF AUTO-TUNE)
04 = RUN THIS TOWN
JAY-Z + RIHANNA + KANYE WEST
05 = EMPIRE STATE OF MIND
JAY-Z + ALICIA KEYS
06 = REAL AS IT GETS
JAY-Z + YOUNG JEEZY
07 = ON TO THE NEXT ONE
JAY-Z + SWIZZ BEATZ
08 = OFF THAT
JAY-Z + DRAKE
09 = A STAR IS BORN
JAY-Z + J. COLE
10 = VENUS VS. MARS
11 = ALREADY HOME
JAY-Z + KID CUDI
12 = HATE
JAY-Z + KANYE WEST
13 = REMINDER
14 = SO AMBITIOUS
JAY-Z + PHARRELL
15 = YOUNG FOREVER
JAY-Z + MR HUDSON
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04 35
02
04 27
03
04 19
04
04 33
05
04 01
06
04 07
07
04 15
08
03 50
09
03 45
10
03 10
11
04 28
12
02 31
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04 04
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03 37
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04 10
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REFERENCE TO MOTOR LIST ROTATIONS PER MINUTE
THE BLUEPRINT 3
MANUAL CONTROL
ACTUATING DEVICES IN
STARTER MODE
TIME CODE
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EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS : SHAWN CARTER
AND KANYE WEST
A&R : THE CARTER ADMINISTRATION
A&R ADMINISTRATION : LANRE GABA FOR
ATLANTIC RECORDS AND FABIENNE LEYS
FOR ROC NATION
MARKETING : ROC NATION MARKETING /
ERIC WONG FOR ATLANTIC
PUBLICITY : JANA FLEISHMAN
AND SHEILA RICHMAN
MANAGEMENT : ROC NATION MANAGEMENT
MASTERED BY : TONY DAWSEY
AT MASTERDISK, NYC
CREATIVE DIRECTION + DESIGN : GREG
GIGENDAD BURKE
PHOTOGRAPHY : DAN TOBIN SMITH
LEGAL COUNCIL : MICHAEL GUIDO,
JENNIFER JUSTICE AND RENEE KARALIAN
OF CARROLL, GUIDO & GROFFMAN, LLP
FOR OPERATION
THE BLUEPRINT 3
THE BLUEPRINT 3 AUDIO LISTING GUIDE
ISSUE : 09 - 11 - 09
FOR SAFETY
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5. SECTION 2 :
TRACK 1 - 7 :
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THE BLUEPRINT 3 AUDIO LISTING GUIDE
WHAT WE TALKIN’ ABOUT: JAY-Z + LUKE STEELE (OF EMPIRE OF THE SUN)
Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978 and NO ID
for Rich Daily Since 71. Written by S. Carter, K. West, E. Wilson, K. Randolph,
F. Mercier. Keys: Jeff Bhasker and Kevin Randolph. Recorded by Gimel “Young
Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and Andrew Dawson at Avex Honolulu Studio, HI. Luke Steele vocals recorded by Luke Steele at Kingdom Studios and
The Holy Chateau, Perth, Australia. Engineered by Dom Monteleone. Mixed by
Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI
April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Please Gimme My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI) / © 2009 Chrysalis Songs / NO ID Music (BMI)
Used By Permission. All Rights Reserved./ Stank Music (ASCAP). Contains a
sample of “Spirit” written and performed by Frédéric Mercier P 1978. Used
courtesy of Frédéric Mercier under license to Mellophonia Records. Luke
Steele appears courtesy of EMI Music Australia/Astralwerks/Virgin.
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RUN THIS TOWN: JAY-Z + RIHANNA + KANYE WEST
Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978 and No ID
for Rich Daily Since 71. Written by S. Carter, K. West, E. Wilson, J. Bhasker,
R. Fenty, A. Alatas. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Avex Honolulu Studios, HI & Roc The Mic Studio, NYC and by Marcos Tovar at Westlake Studio, Los Angeles. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Roc The Mic, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys
Music (ASCAP)/Please Gimme My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI)/©
2009 Chrysalis Songs/NO ID Music (BMI) Used By Permission. All Rights Re-
EMPIRE STATE OF MIND: JAY-Z + ALICIA KEYS
Produced by Shux. Co-produced by Jane’t “Jnay” Sewell-Ulepic & Angela
Hunte. Written by S. Carter, A. Shuckburgh, J. Sewell-Ulepic, A. Hunte, A. Keys,
B. Keyes, S. Robinson. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The
Mic, NYC. A. Keys vocals recorded at Oven Studios, NYC by Ann Mincieli. Mixed
by Ken ‘DURO’ Ifill / The Chairman of the Boards at KMA Studios, NYC. Mix
assisted by Jordan ‘DJ Swivel’ Young. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys
Music (ASCAP)/ Al Shuckburgh/ Global Talent Publishing (PRS) / Foray Music/
Masani Elshabazz Music (SESAC)/EMI April Music Inc./J Sewell Publishing (ASCAP) / EMI April Music Inc. o/b/o itself and Lellow Productions (ASCAP) / Twenty
Nine Black Music/Gambi Music (BMI). Featuring samples from The Moments
recording “Love On A Two Way Street”, produced under license from and
by arrangement with Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group
company. Used courtesy of Robinson Music Group, LLC. Alicia Keys appears
courtesy of J Records.
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REAL AS IT GETS: JAY-Z + YOUNG JEEZY
Produced by The Inkredibles for Nasty Beatmakers/We The Best Management.
Written by S. Carter, J. Jenkins, M. Carpenter, L. Elliott, J. Mollings, L. Mollings.
Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC, and Karl Heilbron for Milk Money Consulting, Inc. at Lava Studios, Cleveland, OH. Mixed by
Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI
April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/EMI Blackwood Inc o/b/o
itself and Young Jeezy Music (BMI)/So Inkredible LLC (SESAC)/Irocnasty Music
(BMI) administered by Kobalt Music/Mollings Music (ASCAP) administered by
Kobalt Music. Young Jeezy appears courtesy of Island Def Jam Music Group.
D.O.A. (DEATH OF AUTO-TUNE)
Produced by NO ID for Rich Daily Since 71. Written by S. Carter, E. Wilson, G.
DeCarlo, D. Frashuer, P. Leka, J. Nilovic, D. Sucky. Recorded by Gimel “Young
Guru” Keaton at Avex Honolulu Studios, HI. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton
for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter
Boys Music (ASCAP)/© 2009 Chrysalis Songs/NO ID Music (BMI) Used By Permission. All Rights Reserved. Contains elements of “Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him
Goodbye” (G. DeCarlo/D. Frashuer/P. Leka), Unichappell Music, Inc. (BMI). All
rights reserved. Also contains a sample of “In the Space”, written and performed
by Janko Nilovic & Dave Sucky, used courtesy of APM Music o/b/o Creasound.
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served./All the Above Publishing/Sony ATV (BMI)/Annarhi Music LLC admin
by EMI Blackwood Music Inc (BMI)/Athanasios Alatas Publishing. Contains a
sample of “Someday in Athens” by Alatas Athanasios [The 4 levels of Existence], used courtesy of Eikonaxos & Athanasios Alatas. Written by and used
courtesy of Athanasios Alatas. Rihanna appears courtesy of Island Def Jam
Music Group. Kanye West appears courtesy of Island Def Jam Music Group.
THANK YOU
Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978 and NO ID
for Rich Daily Since 71. Written by S. Carter, K. West, E. Wilson, M. Valle. Keys:
Jeff Bhasker. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC
and Andrew Dawson at Avex Honolulu Studio, HI. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru”
Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o
Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Please Gimme My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood
(BMI) / © 2009 Chrysalis Songs / NO ID Music (BMI) Used By Permission. All
Rights Reserved. / Colgems-EMI Music Inc. (ASCAP)/Edicoes Musicais Tapajos
Ltda. Contains excerpts from “Ele E Ela” as performed by Marcos Valle. Used
courtesy of EMI Brazil under license from EMI Music Marketing.
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ON TO THE NEXT ONE: JAY-Z + SWIZZ BEATZ
Produced by Swizz Beatz for Swizz Beatz Productions. Written by S. Carter,
K. Dean, G. Auge, X. De Rosnay, J. Chaton. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru”
Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and by Miki Tsutsumi at Oven Studios, NYC. Mixed
by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC.
EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/Swizz Beatz/Universal
Tunes, A Division of Songs of Universal, Inc. (SESAC)/Irish Town Songs/Blue
Mountain Music Ltd. (ASCAP)/Universal Music –MGB Songs (ASCAP). Featuring samples from the Justice recording “D.A.N.C.E”, produced under license
from and by arrangement with Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music
Group company, used courtesy of Because Music.

7. SECTION 3 :
TRACK 8 - 15 :
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THE BLUEPRINT 3 AUDIO LISTING GUIDE
OFF THAT: JAY-Z + DRAKE
Produced by Timbaland for Timbaland Productions, Inc. and Jerome “Jroc”
Harmon for Bronze and Brainz Productions/Timbaland Productions, Inc.
Written by S. Carter, T. Mosley, J. Harmon, A. Graham. Recorded by Chris
Godbey and Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC. Mixed by
Chris Godbey for Side By Side/ JVU Ent. at Record Plant, Los Angeles. EMI
April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/Virginia Beach Music
Publishing/Warner Chappell (ASCAP)/Jerome Harmon Publishing/Warner
Chappell (BMI)/EMI Blackwood/ Live Write, LLC (BMI). Drake appears courtesy of Young Money/Cash Money Records.
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A STAR IS BORN: JAY-Z + J. COLE
Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978 and NO
ID for Rich Daily Since 71. Additional production by Kenoe for Nightrydas.
Written by S. Carter, K. West, E. Wilson, J. Cole, M. Jordan, A. Goodman,
G. Medoro. Keys: Jeff Bhasker. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at
Roc The Mic, NYC and Andrew Dawson at Avex Honolulu Studio, HI. Mixed
by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios,
NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Please Gimme
My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI) / © 2009 Chrysalis Songs / NO ID
Music (BMI) Used By Permission. All Rights Reserved./ Songs of Universal, Inc. / Kenoe Music Publishing (BMI) / Twenty Nine Black Music/Gambi
Music (BMI) / Dreamvillain Music/BMI. Featuring samples from the Mother
Freedom Band recording “Touch Me”, produced under license from and by
arrangement with Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group
company. Used courtesy of Robinson Music Group, LLC. J. Cole appears
courtesy of Roc Nation.
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Anderson and the Mudies All-Stars, used courtesy of Moodisc Records and
Mudies Music (BMI). Kid Cudi appears courtesy of Motown/Universal.
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ALREADY HOME: JAY-Z + KID CUDI
Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978. Additional production by NO ID and Jeff Bhasker. Written by S. Carter, K. West,
E. Wilson, S. Mescudi, H. Mudie. Keys: Jeff Bhasker. Recorded by Gimel
“Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and Andrew Dawson at Avex
Honolulu Studio, HI. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates
LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP) / Please Gimme My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI)/ ©
2009 Chrysalis Songs / NO ID Music (BMI) Used By Permission. All Rights
Reserved. /Elsie’s Baby Boy (ASCAP) / Mudies Music (BMI). Contains a
sample of “Mad Mad Ivy”, written by H. Mudie and performed by Gladstone
HATE: JAY-Z + KANYE WEST
Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978. Written by
S. Carter, K. West, J. Bhasker. Keys: Jeff Bhasker. Recorded by Gimel “Young
Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and Andrew Dawson at Avex Honolulu
Studio, HI. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/
Please Gimme My Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI) / All The Above Publishing (BMI). Kanye West appears courtesy of Island Def Jam Music Group.
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REMINDER
Produced by Timbaland for Timbaland Productions, Inc. and Jerome “Jroc”
Harmon for Bronze and Brainz Productions/Timbaland Productions, Inc.
Written by S. Carter, T. Mosley, J. Harmon, N. Briscoe. Additional vocals
performed by K. Briscoe courtesy of Out$yder Entertainment, Inc. Recorded by Chris Godbey and Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic,
NYC. Mixed by Chris Godbey for Side By Side/ JVU Ent. at Record Plant, Los
Angeles. EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Virginia
Beach Music Publishing/ Warner Chappell (ASCAP) / Jerome Harmon Publishing/ Warner Chappell (BMI) / Out$yder Entertainment Music Publishing/
Sony/ATV Sounds, LLC (SESAC).
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SO AMBITIOUS : JAY-Z + PHARRELL
Produced by The Neptunes. Written by S. Carter and P. Williams. Recorded
by Andrew Coleman at South Beach Studios, Miami, FL and Midnight Blue
Studios Miami, FL. Digital editing and arrangement by Andrew Coleman. Assisted by Hart Gunther and Jason Wilkie. Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru”
Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC. Mixed by Fabian Marasciullo at Record Plant
Studio, Los Angeles. Mix assisted by Ramon Rivas. EMI April Music, Inc.
o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ More Water from Nazareth Publishing/EMI April Music, Inc. (ASCAP). Pharrell Williams appears courtesy of
Interscope Records.
VENUS VS. MARS
Produced by Timbaland for Timbaland Productions, Inc. and Jerome “Jroc”
Harmon for Bronze and Brainz Productions/Timbaland Productions, Inc.
Written by S. Carter, T. Mosley, J. Harmon. Recorded by Chris Godbey and
Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC. Mixed by Chris Godbey for
Side By Side/ JVU Ent. at Record Plant, Los Angeles. EMI April Music, Inc.
o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Virginia Beach Music Publishing/ Warner
Chappell (ASCAP) / Jerome Harmon Publishing/ Warner Chappell (BMI).
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YOUNG FOREVER: JAY-Z + MR HUDSON
Produced by Kanye West for Very Good Beats Hip Hop Since 1978. Written
by M. Gold, F. Mertens, B. Lloyd, S. Carter, K. West. Keys: Jeff Bhasker.
Recorded by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton at Roc The Mic, NYC and Andrew
Dawson at Avex Honolulu Studio, HI. Mixed by Gimel “Young Guru” Keaton
for GuruCrates LLC at Baseline Studios, NYC. Budde Songs Inc. (BMI)/
EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o Carter Boys Music (ASCAP)/ Please Gimme My
Publishing Inc./EMI Blackwood (BMI). Contains sample of “Forever Young”
by Alphaville. Produced under license from Warner Music Germany by arrangement with Rhino Entertainment Company, a Warner Music Group
company. Mr Hudson appears courtesy of Mercury Records.

9. SECTION 4 :
TRACK 1 - 3 :
THE BLUEPRINT 3 LYRICAL CONTENT
WHAT WE TALKIN’ ABOUT: Blueprint trios / VERSE 1 / Yeah Yeah What we talkin’
bout real shit? Or we talkin’ bout rhymes You talkin’ bout millions Or you talking’ bout mine
What we talkin’ bout Cuz I ain’t got time For what people be talkin’ bout all the time What,
We talkin’ bout fiction Or we talkin’ bout fact You talkin’ about fiction? Hold up, pardon my
back I’m talkin’ bout life And all I hear is Oh yeah he keeps talkin’ bout crack I ain’t talkin’
bout profit I’m talkin’ bout pain I’m talkin’ bout despair I’m talkin’ bout shame I ain’t talkin’
bout gossip I ain’t talkin’ bout Game, I ain’t talkin’ bout Jimmy I ain’t talkin’ bout Dame I’m
talkin’ bout real shit Dem people playin’ What is you talkin’ bout I don’t know what y’all
sayin’ People keep talkin’ bout Hov take it back I’m doin’ better than before Why would
I do that? Ain’t nothing cool bout carryin’ a strap Bout worryin’ your moms And buryin’
your best cat Talkin’ bout revenge While you’re carryin’ his casket All teary-eyed Bout to
take it to a mattress I’m talkin’ bout music I ain’t talkin’ bout rap You talkin’ bout who’s hot
I ain’t talkin’ bout that The conversation is changed Lets yap about that I don’t run rap no
more I run the map / HOOK / They Talk We Live We see what They say They say They say
They talk We did Who cares What They say They say They say / VERSE 2 / Still they can’t
focus on them They be talkin’ bout me Talkin’ bout what I wear Talkin’ bout where I be
Check out my hair These ain’t curls These is peas Peasey head still get paid I’m combin’
through G’s Please We ain’t focused on naps Cuz I don’t run rap no more I run the map A
small part of the reason the President is black I told him I got him When he hit me on the
jack Talkin’ bout progress I ain’t lookin’ back You know I run track Try not to get lapped
People keep talking about Hov left em flat Try to re-write history Lets talk about facts
Dame made millions Even Jaz made some scraps He could’ve made more But he ain’t sign
his contract As far as street guys We was dealin’ crack That’s just how the game goes I
don’t owe nobody jack Grown men Want me to sit em on my lap But I don’t have a beard
And Santa Claus ain’t black I repeat You can’t sit on my lap I don’t have a beard Now get
off my sack Scream at me / REPEAT HOOK / Blueprint 3 / And now that that’s that Lets
talk about the future We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther Now you
could choose ta Sit in front of your computa Posin’ with guns Shootin YouTube up Or you
could come with me to the White House Get your suit up You stuck on being hardcore I
chuck the deuce up Peace out Medusa Welcome to the Blue-ah Print-ah Tre piece Jay-Z
Your tutor Toota of my own horn Beep beep Move-ya Ras cloth when rude boy Come
through with the roof up So I could see the sky Cuz everybody talking Hov I think we know
why / REPEAT HOOK
THANK YOU: Thank you, thank you very much For comin’ out this evening Thank you
Thank you Thank you You’re far too kind Hold your applause This is your song, not mines
Thank you, thank you, thank you Please hold your applause For I just applied logic Keys
keys open doors Now I’m balcony Opera Black tux Binocula Black luxe Stop it I shouldn’t
be so popular Name keep poppin’ up Face keep poppin’ up On the tube I’m just watchin’
Pacquaio box ‘em up How would I know HBO would get a shot of us Sitting so close That
we almost got snot on us Please don’t bow in my presence How am I a legend? I just got
10 #1 albums Maybe now 11 More hits than a Now! 11 That is no reason to treat me like I’m
somehow from out of heaven Heaven knows that I’ve made my mistakes Thank God, what
a guy as I say my grace Who woulda thought by making birds Migrate For the winter I be
fly all summer Might I say / HOOK / Thank you Thank you thank you You’re far too kind Hold
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your applause This is your song, not mines Thank you Thank you thank you You’re far too
kind Do me a favor don’t do me no favors I’ll handle mines Hovi baby We are really high,
really high tonight We tip the waiter a hundred dollars To keep the ice cold, alright? We the
last ones to keep the Wise guys code alive If I can’t live by my word Then I’d much rather
die No no don’t thank me This is just how my suit is stitched I’m cut from a different cloth
I’m just who the shoe fits For the Color Of Money like a Tom Cruise flick ‘Cept I put 8-balls
in corners without using pool sticks Beautiful music when champagne flutes click Beautiful women sippin’ through rouge lips Danger approaches We’re like wait who’s this Let us
save you some trouble son What size suit you is This way after the Ruger shoots through
A few clips You can lay in your casket just as you is We appreciate the target practices
We’ll be sure to send flower baskets kid / REPEAT HOOK / I was gonna kill a couple rappers But they did it to themselves I was gon’ do it with the flow But they did it with their
sales I was gon’ 911 ‘em But they didn’t need the help And they did a good job Them boys is
talented as hell Cuz not only did they brick They put a building up as well They ran a plane
into that building And when that building fell Ran to the crash site With no masks And
inhaled Toxins deep inside their lungs Until both of them was filled Blew a cloud out like an
L Into a jar then took a smell Cuz they heard that second hand smoke kills Niggas thought
they was ill Found out they was…ILL And it’s like you knew exactly how I wanted you to
feel / HOOK / We are really high, really high tonight Lucky Lefty Kiss the wife tonight for me
D.O.A. (DEATH OF AUTO-TUNE): La da da da… Hey, hey, hey. Goodbye (Good
riddance!) / Hold up… Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let
the story begin… Begin… Begin / This is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ringtone This ain’t
for iTunes, this ain’t for sing-alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain’t politically correct This might
offend my political connects My raps don’t have melodies This shit make niggas wanna
go and commit felonies Get your chain token I may do it myself, I’m so Brooklyn I know
we facin’ a recession But the music y’all makin’ gon’ make it the great depression All your
lack of aggression Pull your skirt back down, grow a set, men Nigga this shit violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence / La da da da… Hey, hey, hey. Goodbye
/ Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
Begin...Begin / Hold up… This ain’t a number 1 record This is practically assault with a
deadly weapon I made this just for Flex and… Mr. C, I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your blood clot crying The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lyin’, You niggas’ jeans
too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That’s too far!) I might wear black
for a year straight I might bring back Versace shades This ain’t for Z100 Ye told me to
kill y’all to keep it 100 This is for Hot 9-7 This shit for clue for Khaled, for we the bestin…
Nigga this shit violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence… / La da da da…
Hey, hey, hey. Goodbye / Hold up… Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D.
on the track let the story begin… Begin… Begin / Hold up… This shit need a verse from
Jeezy… Ay! I might send this to the mixtape Weezy Get somebody from BMF to talk on
this Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it Get 3 Thou’ to style on this I just don’t need
nobody to smile on this You niggas singin’ too much, Get back to rap you T-Pain’n too
much I’m a multi-millionaire So how is it I’m still the hardest nigga here? I don’t be in the
project hallway Talkin’ bout how I be in the projects all day That sounds stupid to me,

12. SECTION 5 :
TRACK 3 - 6 :
THE BLUEPRINT 3 LYRICAL CONTENT
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me Nigga, just get violent This is death of
Auto-Tune, moment of silence / La da da da… Hey, hey, hey. Goodbye.
RUN THIS TOWN: (Rihanna) / Feel it coming in the air, Hear the screams from everywhere, I’m addicted to thrill, It’s a dangerous love affair, Can’t be scared when it goes
down, Got a problem tell me now, Only thing that’s on my mind, Is who’s gon’ run this
town tonight? Is who’s gon’ run this town tonight? We gon’ run this town / (Jay-Z) / We
are, Yeah I said it we are, This is Roc Nation, Pledge your allegiance, Get y’all fatigues
on, All black everything, Black cards, blacks cars, All black everything, And our girls are
black birds Riding with their Dillingers, I get more in depth if you boys really real enough
This is la Familia, I’ll explain later, But for now let me get back to this paper, I’m a couple
bands down and I’m trying to get back, I gave Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks,
Yeah I’m talking 5 commas, 6 zeroes, dot zeroes, here Doug Back to running circles round
niggas now we squared up, Hold up / (Rihanna - HOOK) / Life’s a game and but it’s not fair, I
break the rules so I don’t care, So I keep doing my own thing, Walking tall against the rain,
Victory’s within the mile, Almost there don’t give up now, Only thing that’s on my mind Is
who’s gon’ run this town tonight, Heeeeeeey, heeeeeey, heeeey Heeeeeeey, heeeeeey,
heeeey Who’s gon run this town tonight? / (Jay-Z) / We are, Yeah I said it we are, You can
call me Caesar, In a dark caesar, Please follow the leader, So Eric B. we are, Microphone
fiend, it’s the return of The God, Peace God, Ah ah, And ain’t no nobody fresher, I’m in
Mason, uh, Martin Margiela, On the table screaming fuck the other side, they jealous, We
got a banquet full of broads, They got a table full of fellas (Ewwwwwww), And they ain’t
spending no cake, They should throw they hand in cause they ain’t got no Spades (Ewwwwwww), My whole team got dough, So my banquet is looking like millionaires row. Ewwwww / REPEAT HOOK / (Kanye West) / It’s crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow,
To everybody on your dick, no homo, I bought my whole family whips, no Volvos Next time
I’m in Church please no photos, Police escorts, everybody passports, This the life that
everybody asks for, This the fast life we are on a crash course, What you think I rap for to
push a fucking Rav-4, But I know that if I stay stunting, All these girls only gon’ want one
thing, I can spend my whole life good will hunting, Only good gon’ come is its good when
I’m cumming, She got an ass that’ll swallow up a G-string, And up top, uh, 2 bee stings,
And I’m beasting Off the Riesling, And my nigga just made it out the precinct, We give a
damn bout the drama that you do bring, I’m just tryin’ change the color of your mood ring,
Reebok baby, you need to try some new things, Have you ever had shoes without shoe
strings? What’s that Ye? Baby these heels, Is that a May whaat? Baby these wheels, You
trippin’ when you ain’t sippin’, have a refill You feel like you running huh, now you know
how we feel, / Wassup (Jay-Z) / (Rihanna) / Heeeeey, heeeey, heeeeey, Heeeeey, heeeey,
heeeeey, Heeeeey, heeeey, heeeeey, Heeeeey, heeeey, heeeeey, We gon ‘run this town
tonight, / Wassup (Jay-Z)
EMPIRE STATE OF MIND: VERSE 1 / Yeah Yeah I’m out that Brooklyn Now I’m
down in Tribeca Right next to DeNiro But I’ll be hood forever I’m the new Sinatra And
since I made it here I could make it anywhere Yeah they love me everywhere I used to
cop in Harlem Hola my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway Brought me back to that
McDonalds Took it to my stash spot 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen Like the
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Simmons’ whippin’ Pastry Cruisin’ down 8th Street Off-white Lexus Driving so slow But
BK is from Texas Me I’m out that Bed-Stuy Home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard
And I brought my boys with me Say what up to TyTy Still sippin’ Mai Tai’s Sittin’ courtside
Knicks and Nets Give me high 5 Nigga I be spiked out I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I’m most definitely from / HOOK / New York Concrete Jungle Where dreams are
made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now You’re in New York The streets will make you
feel Brand new The lights will inspire you Lets hear it for New York, New York You welcome OG – I made you hot nigga! / VERSE 2 / Catch me at the X With OG at a Yankee game
Shit I made the Yankee hat more famous Than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue
But I ain’t a Crip though But I gotta gang of niggas walkin’ with my clique though Welcome
to the meltin’ pot Corners where we sellin’ rock Afrika Bambataa shit Home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab Holla back For foreigners It ain’t fair They act like they
Forgot how to add 8 million stories Out there in the naked city It’s a pity half of y’all won’t
make it Me I got a plug Special Ed I got It Made If Jeezy’s payin Lebron I’m payin’ Dwayne
Wade Three dice Cee-lo 3-card Molly Labor day parade Rest in peace Bob Marley Statue
of Liberty Long live the World Trade Long live the King yo I’m from the Empire State That’s
eyyyyyy / REPEAT HOOK / That boy good…welcome to the bright lights baby… / VERSE 3 /
Lights is blinding Girls need blinders Or they could step out of bounds Quick The sidelines
is Lined with casualties Who sip the light casually Then gradually become worse Don’t
bite the apple Eve Caught up in the in-crowd Now you’re in style Anna Wintour gets cold
In vogue with your skin out City of sin It’s a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad The city’s
filled with them Mami took a bus trip Now she got her bust out Everybody ride her Just
like a bus route Hail Mary to the city You’re a virgin And Jesus can’t save you Life starts
when the church ends Came here for school Graduated to the high life Ball players, rap
stars Addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feeling like a champion The city never sleeps
Better slip you an Ambien… / REPEAT HOOK / One hand in the air for the big city Street
lights big dreams all lookin pretty No place in the world that can compare Put your lighters
in the air everybody say yeah Im from / REPEAT HOOK
REAL AS IT GETS: VERSE 1 (YOUNG JEEZY) / Hands up Allow me to reintroduce
myself At the same time reintroduce my wealth At the same time rejuvenate the game
It’s for my old dog niggas That’s used to cane Now where my B dogs at I respect the
game See these vicelords The crips the same And I know y’all bout to say he just off the
chain Tell them fake trappin’ ass niggas stay ouy my lane See I ain’t dead or in jail I can’t
complain And when these fake niggas gone I shall remain And if you just tunin’ in Let me
explain You know I keep that 47 Uday Hussein These niggas way too far I played the game
And if you listen hard enough I say some things And when that sack got low I saved them
things And put ‘em right back together I made them things / HOOK / Now put your sets in
the air If you represent your click Money in the air If you ever (had a lick?) Baby hands
in the air if you know you that bitch Say you lookin’ for the real Hey well it’s As Real As it
Gets Wassup Wassup Well it’s As Real As it Gets Wassup Wassup Well it’s As Real As it
Gets / VERSE 2 (JAY-Z) / I got it Jeezy… Now where that Southside at Wassup Wassup?
Where the west coast at Put your W’s up Where my east coast niggas That hustle to live
And all my niggas up north That’s doin’ a bid Oh yeah I’m rare I’m aware that I’m rare I
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TRACK 6 - 9 :
THE BLUEPRINT 3 LYRICAL CONTENT
stories out this world I wonder if y’all here It don’t really matter As long as they stay clear’
Clear of the real shit we doin over here When my nigga get home I’m gon’ send him a Lear
For all the time he been down Get him right up in the air With a couple of broads Get em
right up in the air Mile-high club Get em right up in there Send my nigga some gear Like
he never missed a year By the time you hear this song He’ll be standing right here Real
nigga shit there / VERSE 3 (JAY-Z) / A hundred million to the good And I’m still talking yayo
At a snails pace I won this race that ya’ll trail Huh huh Blueprints for sale Follow in my
footprints you can’t fail Set sail I used to duck shots but now I eat quail I prolly never see
jail Each tale contains more of the truth because the statute Allows me to go into detail
Huh Close your eyes you can smell Hovs the audio equivalent of brail That’s why they feel
me in the Vavilla’s in Brazil In water house cause real recognize real Rah / REPEAT HOOK
/ REPEAT HOOK / VERSE 4 / You know me I don’t need no introduction Just call me make
a little something out of nothing Everywhere you go he’s the topic of discussion Damn
that’s gotta be disgusting Uhh, Shit make you wanna throw up This is big boy music It
should make you wanna grow up Flow like syrup it just make you wanna pour up Now
is it just me or don’t this make you wanna roll up A big fat one, then unpack one Then
unwrap one, peel back one They used to call me “Jizzle” with the stamp in the middle
And you can tell the color when it’s damp in the middle Now what’s up / REPEAT HOOK
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coach you Hold up / REPEAT HOOK / Big Pimpin in the house now Bought the land tore the
motherfuckin house down Bought the car tore the motherfuckin roof off Ride clean I don’t
never take the shoes off Bought the jeep tore the motherfuckin doors off Foot out that
bitch ride the shit like a skateboard Navigation on trying to find my next thrill Feelin my
self I don’t even need a ex pill Can’t chill but my neck will Haters really gone be made off
my next deal Huh I don’t know why they worried bout my pockets Meanwhile I had Oprah
chillin in the projects Had her out in Bedstuy chillin on the steps Drinking quarter waters I
gotta be the best MJ at summer Jam, Obama on the text Y’all should be afraid of what I’m
going to do next Hold up / REPEAT HOOK /
OFF THAT:
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
CONSULT
FLOOR SUPERVISOR
ON TO THE NEXT ONE: (Chorus) I got a million ways to get it Un-huh Yeah Choose
one... Choose one Hey… Bring it back Now double your money and make it stack I’m on
to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on
to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one Hold
up Freeze… Somebody bring me back the money please / Hov on that new shit niggas
like how come Niggas want my old shit buy my old album Niggas stuck on stupid I gotta
keep it moving Niggas make the same shit, me I make the blueprint Came in the range,
hopped out the Lexus Every year since I been on that next shit Traded in that gold for the
platinum Rolexes Now a niggas wrist matches the status of my records Used to rock a
throw back Ballin on the corner Now I rock a tailored suit Looking like a owner No I’m
not a Jonas Brother I’m a grown up No I’m not a virgin I use my kahonas I move onward
The only direction Can’t be scared to fail in the search of perfection Got to keep it fresh
girl Even when we sexing Don’t be mad at him when it’s on to the next one / (Chorus) /
Freeze Somebody bring me back the money please I got a million ways to get it, Choose
one Eeh Bring it back, bring it back Now double your money and make it stack I’m on to
the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to
the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one I’m on to the next one Freeze…
Somebody bring me back the money please / Fuck a throw back jersey ‘cause we on to
the next one And fuck that auto-tune ‘cause we own And niggas don’t be made ‘cause it’s
all about progression Loiterers should be arrested I Used to drink cristal them fuckers
racist So I switched gold bottles on to that spade shit You gone have another drink or you
just gonna baby sit On to the next one somebody call the waitress Baby I’m a boss I don’t
know what they do I don’t get dropped, I drop the label World can’t hold me, too much
ambition Always knew it would be like this, when I was in the kitchen Niggas in the same
spot me I’m dodging rain drops Meaning I’m on vacay, chillin on the big yacht Yeah I got
on flip-flops White Louis boat shoes y’all should grow up the fuck up Come here let me
A STAR IS BORN: Intro / And you say New York City… Clap for ‘em Clap for ‘em Clap
for ‘em Hey / Verse 1 / I seen Ma$e do it Seen ‘Ye do it X came through Caught lighter
fluid Still I came through it Clap for ‘em But I’m the Blueprint I’m like the map for ‘em I
dropped another classic Made Puff pass it Nobody could touch Puff Back when Puff had
it Wayne scorchin’ I’ll applaud him If he keep goin’ Pass the torch to him 50 came through
Like Hurricanes do I thought I finished his ass at Summer Jam too I had the Illmatic on
bootleg The shit was so ahead Thought we was all dead Wayne did a milli 50 did a milli
‘Ye too But what Em did was silly The white boy blossomed After Dre endorsed him His
flow on “Renegade” – fuckin’ awesome Applaud ‘em / Hook / Every day a star is born Clap
for ‘em Clap for ‘em Clap for ‘em Hey Every day a star is born Clap for ‘em Clap for ‘em
Clap for ‘em Hey / Verse 2 / Snoop dogged it Nelly came down Face mob kept it ghetto
for the H-Town Luda moved digits After he moved bitches Drake’s up next See what he
do wit it Rule had a run – couple movie parts TI literally wanted to shoot up the charts
What up Jeezy? What it do Y’all remind me of us in early 92 Outkast landed 3-thou was

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TRACK 9 - 12 :
THE BLUEPRINT 3 LYRICAL CONTENT
ill Like a male version of Lauryn Hill Mobb Deep shook it But Prodigy took it a little too far
Can’t fuck with Brooklyn Wu-Tang gangbanged it Meth ate Rae took on a date with the
Purple Tape Passed it on to 8th Son Then Ghostface They had a helluva run Standin’ ovate
Eyyy… / Verse 3 / And I am 1 of 1 Can’t you see just how long my run My reign Lulu’s son
Shine Been a star since I was duckin’ one time One time give it up for him December 4th
A Star Was Born Clap for him He went from movin’ that corner to This corner office is so
enormous Hey Pres. Carter Watchin’ her get her Monica on all day Hey Got so many different monikers But only one Jay They come, they go Some real, some faux Some friends,
some hoes But no I goes nowhere This Hov. / HOOK / Verse 4 (J. Cole) / And could I be a
star Does fame in this game have to change who you are Or could I be the same one who
came from a far way life Just to make it in these Broadway lights Now I’m shinning in the
broad daylight, go figure A slow transition from a little broke nigga From the ville Got a
deal, a real life saver Dream of being behind the wheel like Jada I chill now cop a little ice
later Cole you got the glow like a little light saber So clap for ‘em Then applaud Hov he
game him the platform Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for ‘em No sir The flow cold
as the shoulder of gold diggin hoes When a broke nigga approaches Told you i’m focus
man I’ll let you muthafuckers soak it in Clap for ‘em / HOOK
VENUS VS. MARS: VERSE 1 / If Hov’s a Blackberry Bold Shawty is a Sidekick She
used to have a man I used to have a side chick Shawty got wind I had to blow the chick
off She got rid of him They both took the shit hard Shawty played the piano Me, I played
with white keys Shawty from the South Oh I think she like me Shawty like Pac Me, Big
Poppa She screamin’ Hit ‘Em Up I’m screamin Who Shot Ya I’m on that red wine Shawty
like white Same shit, different toilet We both gettin’ nice Me I’m from the Apple Which
means I’m a Mac She’s a PC She lives in my lap / HOOK / Shawty get it in Daddy go hard
/ (repeat 8x) / VERSE 2 / Whether black or white We both like Mike We both like Jordans
We both Phil’s Knights I finish my breakfast Shawty’s out to lunch Yeah we both eatin’ It’s
better than brunch Shawty like Pepsi Me I’m the coke man Body like a Coke bottle I crush
it like a Coke can Started at the window End up at the wall The ying to my yang I skeet
skeet off In a Salt and Pepper ‘Bach Shawty like to front The Bonnie to my Clyde Both
ride shotgun Both covered in gold Like C3-PO James and Florida Let the good times roll
/ REPEAT HOOK / VERSE 3 / Shawty was the truth Found out she was a cheata We was
supposed to Takeover I caught her bumpin’ Ether I thought Shawty liked Mike Found out
she liked Prince Thought she was Adrienne It’s been Rocky ever since My dollars was
down She left me for some Euros Took my whole flavor I call her Coke Zero We were
co-MVP’s Like Kobe and Shaq Left me for the Heat We were winnin’ back to back Said I
partied too much Shawty got fed up So Shawty got Britney Shaved her whole head up
We used to make out Kissin’ each other’s face off Fell for the Ponzi scheme Damn Shawty
just Madoff / REPEAT HOOK
ALREADY HOME: Yeezy…Hova…let’s go Gotta love me or leave me alone Uh huh /
HOOK (2x) / Oh they want me to fall Fall from the top They want me to drop They want me
to stop They want me to go I’m already gone The shit that I’m on I’m already home I’m already home – hey I’m already home – hey I’m already home – hey / VERSE 1 / These niggas
want me to go Don’t they know that I’m gone They know I’m space shuttle level They need
oxyg-g-gen Don’t they know that they borin’ Don’t they know that I yawn Only time they
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exciting Is when they mentionin’ Shawn You seen Single White Female When she dyed her
hair blonde? Sometimes I look at these rappers The movie remind me of them Somebody
turn these boys off Don’t they know that I’m on? Can’t they see that it’s foolish To try to kill
me with songs What the fuck are they - Lauryn? You killin’ me softly You talk me to death
Only thing you could do to ‘em I open the door for them What else could I do These niggas
want me to walk for them Somebody talk to them Before I go off on them / HOOK / VERSE
2 / I taught ‘em about fishcale They want me to fish for them They want me to catch clean
and cook up the dish for them All it is just for them Or they got a dis for him They want me
to disappear Like it’s gon shift for them They say that I’m in the way They want me to sit
for them But what they admittin’ is They ain’t got shit for him And really the fact is We not
in the same bracket Not in the same league Don’t shoot at the same baskets Don’t pay the
same taxes Hang with the same bitches So how am I in the way? What is it I’m missin’?
Nigga I been missin’? Nigga I been gone The shit that you just witness’sin I been on And
as for the critics Tell me I don’t get it Everybody can tell you how to do it They never did
it Now these niggas is mad Oh they call me a camel But I mastered the drought What the
fuck I’m an animal Half man, half mammal My sign is a Sag’ This is what I planned to do Oh
don’t be mad… / HOOK / VERSE 3 / I’m in the hall already on the wall already I’m a work of
art I’m a Warhol already On another level I’m on another plane already H-O-V I got my own
lane already I done cooked up the Roc already So why the fuck can’t ya’ll get hot already
Put your name in the pot already Niggas compare me with Biggie and Pac already Like I’m
already gone And I am nigga I’m already home already If ya’ll can’t already see I ain’t worried bout ya’ll cause I’m already me Do you already Enough with the complaining boo hoo
already Eat food already Ain’t nothing given you got to claim your shoes already! / HOOK
HATE: Haters Haters These niggas is haters And I made myself so easy to love / KANYE
– VERSE 1 / How much they hate it Very Kiss girls like Katy Perry I am never sprung But
I spring her – Jerry Don’t try this at home Results may vary King like TI But in the Chi –
Larry / JAY - VERSE 1 / Hoover, Hova Both are American Gangsters You choose whose
Colder Rappers get nasty in the booth But I’m grosser I can’t even stomach myself Ulcer
More realer Cuz I’m closer Had girlies in girdles Wearin’ more than they ‘spose to Poser
No sir My hustle? So Russell I stretch work Yoga You know I got it down dog Al Roker I
used to knock pounds off It ain’t nothing For me to knock nouns off And these emcees
prayin’ for my downfall They just Haters I wave at you I’m so player I never be done I’m
so RA-RE / KANYE – VERSE 2 / We killin the game It’s not FAI-R You motherfuckers Stay
right THE-RE Cuz we too high up in the AI-R We blastin’ off Just like a Laser Nigga pyoompyoom-pyoom! Gimme back Gimme room-room-room DB-9 Like vroom-vroom-vroom
Young Hov What we doin-doin-doin / JAY - VERSE 2 / We ballin’ Bitches Eatin’ y’all food
Leavin’ dishes Why these niggas always talkin’ Lear talk ‘Ye Why I never see ‘em at the
clear port ‘Ye Why I always hear they at the airport While I fly daily like I’m in the Air Force
Therefore Please stop talking my ears off With millionaire talk You Haters You mad at me
Cuz yo Paper Need to get its muthafuckin Weight up Hold up Wait up I ain’t done Name
one thing that I ain’t done It hurts when you say that I ain’t the one You haters How do I
gain your Fa-vor I need to know Cuz I Ca-re I need you to love me I swear Look hey-er
See Ye is Runnin’ the Chi Like Gale Sayers I’m running New York I got the Ma-yor On my
pa-ger Ya can’t fade us You hate us I need you Stay the-re I breathe you Like Ai-r Yay-er

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TRACK 13 - 15 :
THE BLUEPRINT 3 LYRICAL CONTENT
REMINDER: VERSE 1 / All rhymers with Alzheimer’s Line up please All Mamis with
mindfreeze Please line up please All bloggers with comments Please I come in peace Let’s
see if we can cure your amnesia By the time I leave All Mamis I whored before Vouch for
me Tell ‘em bout the time on your momma’s couch – Mami All hustlas who ever bought a
8th from me Take this time out to set the record straight for me Remember me? Silver bullet Hard top Ben-t-ley They think I’m outta shape So I have to jog they memory Think with
indelible ink I let the pen go Verses permanently tattooed Serve as mementos Ugh I’m so
mental My track record speaks for itself I’m so instrumental Allow me to rekindle Let’s all
reminisce Like Mary did I think I have to send you a reminder Here it is / HOOK / Reminder,
Reminder I got it if you need it A Reminder Reminder, Reminder I think that you need a
Reminder, Reminder, Reminder I got it if you need a Reminder, Reminder, Reminder Cuz I
can give you a friendly reminder / VERSE 2 / What the hell have y’all done To even have an
opinion On what I’ve been doing What the hell have y’all won? Only thing you can identify
with Is losing 10 #1 albums in a row Who better than me? Only the Beatles Nobody ahead
of me I crushed Elvis and his blue suede shoes Made the Rolling Stones seem sweet as
Kool-Aid too ‘96, ‘97, ‘98, ’99, 2000, 2001 and beyond ’02, ‘03, ’04, ’05, ’06 and 7, ’08, ’09
Back to back Double-plat I did what you won’t Men lie Women lie Numbers don’t Ain’t
nothing changed for me ‘Cept the year it is I think I have to send you a reminder Here it
is... / REPEAT HOOK /
VERSE 3:
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
CONSULT
FLOOR SUPERVISOR
/ REPEAT HOOK
SO AMBITIOUS: Pharrell intro / 3 in the morning on the Westside highway Top down
The motivation for me Is them telling me what I could not be Oh Well / Jay-Z / This is a
special dedication I wanna thank you for the fuel / VERSE 1 / I felt so inspired by what
my teacher said Said I’d either be dead Or be a reefer head Not sure if that’s how adults
should speak to kids ‘Special when the only thing I did was speak in class I’d teach his ass
Even better’s what my uncle did I popped my demo tape in Start to beat my head Peeped
out my eye To see if he was beatin’ his He might as well said Beat it Kid He’s on the list
It’s like the search for kicks Like a sneaker head Gon’ keep pushin’ me until I reach the
ledge And when I reach the ledge I tell em all to eat a dick Take a leap of faith And let my
eagle wings spread / HOOK / The Motivation For me Is them telling me what I could not be
Oh Well I’m so ambitious I might hit two sisters Hey I’m on a mission No matter what the
conditions Fuckin’ personal issues When you know what I been through Hey If you believe
it – then be Then you can conceive it – ya see? / VERSE 2 / Had to lace up my boots even
harder Father Is too far away to father Further more or the Kids either smoke reefer Or
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either Move white Dispute writers in my cipher So they made lighter My type of dream
Seem dumb They said wiser How many guys are You see makin it from here The world
don’t like us Is that not clear Alright but I’m different I can’t face what I’m gon be Off of
what everybody isn’t They don’t listen Just whispering behind my back No vision Lack of
ambition So wack / REPEAT HOOK / VERSE 3 / Had a couple of meetings No offers yet
Maybe I ain’t good enough For these offices Back to the drawing board Duckin’ officers
It’s all good Cuz the streets are sayin’ RNS? So with or without any of y’all involvement We
comin’ for all of this Respect my conglomerate I went from pauper to the president Cuz
every deal I ever made set precedent Niggas probably thought I’d fall without old buddy
Oh Buddy What I do was make more money Dear teacher You probably somewhere near
a speaker I’m ballin outta control Can ya hear my sneakers? Fuck y’all / HOOK/Outro
YOUNG FOREVER: Intro (Mr Hudson) / let’s dance in style let’s dance for a while
heaven can wait we’re only watching the sky hoping for the best but expecting the worst
are you gonna drop the bomb or not let us die young or let us live forever we don’t have
the power but we never say never sitting in a sandpit life is a short trip the music is for
the sad man / HOOK (Mr Hudson) / forever young I want to be forever young do you really
want to live forever forever and ever forever young i want to be forever young do you
really want to live forever forever, forever young / Verse 1 / So we livin’ life like a video
Where the sun is always out And you never get old And the champagne is always cold
And the music is always good And the pretty girls just happen to stop by in the hood And
they hop they pretty ass up On the hood of that pretty ass car Without a wrinkle in today
Because there is no tomorrow Just a picture perfect day that last a whole lifetime And it
never ends Because all we have to do is hit rewind So lets just stay in the moment Smoke
some weed, drink some wine Reminisce, talk some shit Forever young is in your mind
Leave a mark they can’t erase Neither space nor time So when the director yells cut I’ll
be fine I’m forever young / REPEAT HOOK / Verse 2 / Fear not where, fear not why Fear
not much while we’re alive Life is for living not living uptight Until you’re somewhere up in
the sky Fear not die I’ll be alive for a million years bye, bye Are not for legends I’m forever
young my name shall survive Through the darkest blocks, over kitchen stoves Over Pyrex
pots My name shall be passed down to generations While debating up in barber shops
Young slung, hung here Showed that a nigga from here With a little ambition, just what
we can become here And as the father pass the story down to his son’s ear Young get
younger every year, yeah So if you love me baby this is how you let me know Don’t ever
let me go That’s how you let me know, baby / REPEAT HOOK / Verse 3 / Slammin’ Bentley doors Hoppin’ out of Porsches Poppin’ up on Forbes’ list Gorgeous, hold up Niggas
thought I lost it They be talking bullshit I be talking more shit They nauseous, hold up I’ll
be here forever You know I’m on my four shit I ain’t with foreclosure I will never forfeit
Less than four bars Guru bring the chorus in Did you get the picture yet I’m painting you
a portrait of Young
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