Count It Off - Jay-Z

Written by：James Brown/Tim Mosley/Shawn Carter/Chevon Young

You best come on get that a** swung on

When dem thags load on nig-gas best hold on

Make sure it's stick so Ricky ain't droppin' Mickeys

My b**ches puts on them quickies and skirts gets the itchy

Pimpin' this game quickly and brody and niggas quit me

For cat that talk iffy get swung on like K Griffey

They spit willie though half of the b**ches feel me

The other half is trashed 'cause words could never kill me

I got this thick it's ridiculous how I switch sh*t

Look who I'm with 215 and Timbaland b**ch

Whether it's friend or foe Heiniken Verde Cris or Moe

I'm stackin' decimals stoops steps and best of yous

I write mine like mine now I gotta spark

All bite no bark play my damn part

I get inside you show you how Philly b**ches do

Pimp you then I'll get rid of you I'll sh*t on your whole crew

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey you blow your whistle

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Hey you blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

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Hey you blow your whistle

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I know it's rare but niggas they feel me everywhere

I'm from the land of white tees Vickie's and Roca-Wear

NY guys spit at cats do-rags

Pop it in turn it up bang my sh*t in they Jags

I got dem niggas in LA crip walkin' in the truck

Atlanta down south bamma's you know they get it crunk

Now I'ma float on roll me somethin' to smoke on

You hope I go away continue to get your hope on

Rap game regardless I stack change

The same affect as the game

Ms Jade is tha mutha-f-in' name

I got a L-O-C-K down the freeway BK back up to Philly

Won't stop 'til they kill me

I get it done rap chicks see me and run

Only mixin' coke with the rum

Ain't scared niggas be bums

You want to see me beats f**k up ya hooptie

Suburbans Benz or the two seats

Major numbers the first week

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey you blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey you blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

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Hey you blow your whistle

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Yea it's young Vito voice of the young people

Roc C-E-O hot hits for the P-O

I'm so trill the wood pandlin' handlin' meals

Twenty inch jumpers from standin' on my wheels

They can't understand it god damnit he's ill

Everytime I drive gotta prescribe 'em for panic pills

I'm gigantic the Titanic would never sink

Even with the band playin' before that happend that man sprayin' (BUCK )

They all fifteens glocks and tecs

AK's will pop I bring ya all out the closet girls

Niggas is homos really but when they smokin' on purple

They get loco but you know I know the drilly

It's for these positions that's why I keep the biscuits

You ain't Tony Sopranno you p**sy sleep with the fishes

You know I'm reppin from that 7-1-8

Shots to you f-in' son class over lesson's done

HOV'

Now let me count it off

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Hey you blow your whistle

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Hey you blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Hey you blow your whistle

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off

Now let me count it off