Jay-Z | Lyrics | Ain't No Nigga [Original Radio Edit]

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  • Song Name: Ain't No Nigga [Original Radio Edit]
  • Artist Name: Jay-Z
  • Album: Chapter One: Greatest Hits
  • Songwriters: August Moon, Brian Potter, Dennis Lambert, Shawn Carter, Tyrone Thomas
  • Release Date: 2002.03.26
  • Label: BMG

LYRICS FOR "Ain't No Nigga [Original Radio Edit]"

I keep it fresher than the next b****
No need for you to ever sweat the next b**** with speed
I make the best b**** see the exit indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me they conniving s***

The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 Cent franks and papayas
From the village to the tele time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my after life, laugin' my s*** is tight
You who askin' right?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
No one can f*** you betta
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
(Man a they own, man a they own)

Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surrounding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove but love, you know these hoe's be makin' me weak
Y'all know how it goes 'B and so I creep
I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken in
You can't change a players game in the 9th inning

The chrome rim spinning keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the f*** up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linnin'
I play hard till they say, 'God, he's keepin' it real jigga stay hard
Lawd, don't even trip"

I never slip, nigga, what you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed what the f*** y'all feel
When you nigga play sick we can all get ill what's, the deal?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
No one can f*** you betta
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
(Man a they own, man a they own)

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love, you know these hoe's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes 'B so I stay deep

What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and s***, back rubs in the French tubs
Mackin' this b****, wifee, nigga so when you flip that coke
Remember them days you was dead broke

But now, your style and I raised you basically made you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and s***, you know my pussy is all that
That's why I get begets 5 carats and all that
From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin' bells

So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I f*** the best a s*** specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a f*** about how you move with them other mamis

I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
F*** them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was
I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap s***
When you was in letters and b******* berattas

And eek classes with mo in the glasses
Shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's
Now all your mens' up in your Benz's
High post, I swear you be killin' me

Playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry 'bout them other chicks
'Cuz you proved who was your wiz
When you was spinnin' that b****

I took a little when you was up North
Your comisary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island
All them collects have me vex but when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks

Now, we on the rise your diamond, mami, wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the s***
F****, no, I see half the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
No one can f*** you betta
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Keeps you in diamonds and leathers

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
Tell the freaks to find a man of their own
(Man a they own, man a they own)

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