[Jay-z]

I got these niggas breezy, don't worry about it

Let that bitch breathe!

I used to give a fuck, now I give a fuck less

What do I think of success

It sucks too much to stress

I guess I blew up quick, cause friends I grew up with

See me as a primi, but I'm not and my nut's big

I don't know what the fuss is

My career is illustrious

My rep is impeccable

I'm not to be fucked with, with shit

Let that bitch breathe!

I'm way too important to be talking extorting

Asking me for a portion is like asking me for a coffin

Broad daylight I off ya on switch

Ya not too bright, goodnight, long kiss,

Bye-bye, my reply, blah-blah

Blast burner then pass burner, to tyty

Finish my breakfast, why?

I got an appettite for destruction and you're a small fry

Now where was I

Let that bitch breathe!

I used to give a shit, now I don't give a shit more

Truth be told, I had more fun when I was piss poor

I'm pissed off, is this what success all about

A bunch of niggas acting like bitches with big mouths

All this stress, all I got is this big house

Couple cars, I don't bring half of them shits out

All this ace of spade I drank, just to piss out

I mean I like the taste, could have saved myself six hours

How many times can I go to mr. chow's, tao's, nobu

Hold up, let me move my bowels

I'll shit on y'all niggas, og tell these boys

[Juan]

Y'all ain't got shit on my nigga

[Jay-z]

I got watches I ain't seen in months

Apartment at the trump I only slept in it once

Nigga said hova was over, such dummies

Even if I fell I land on a bunch of money

Y'all ain't got nothing for me

Nas, let that bitch breathe!

[Nas]

Success, mclaren, women starin'

My villain appearance

Sacred blood of a king

In my vein ain't spillin'

Ghetto othello, sugar hill, romero

Camaro driven

I climax from paper then ask why is life worth livin'

Is it the hunt for the shit that you want

To receive is great but I lust giving

The best jewelers want to make my things

I make jacob shit on lorraine, just to make me a chain

Niggas mention of one love, came home to paper in hand

Ain't got to brag about the feds young man

Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments

Google earth nas, I got flats in other continents

Worst enemies want to be my best friends

Best friends want to be enemies, like that's what's in

But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den

Take everybody's chips, about to cash them in

Up your catalogue dog, mines worth too much

Like mike jack's atv pub, mottola can't touch

Let this bitch breathe!

[Jay-z & nas]

Let this bitch breathe!