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Jay-Z

What We Talkin´ About

Compositor: Jay-z

ft. Luke Steele

[Verse 1]
Yeah Yeah What we talkin´ bout real shit?
Or we talkin´ bout ryhmes
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´ bout 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 carryin´ his casket
All teary-eyed Bout to take it to a matress
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
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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 talkin´ bout 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 didn´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)

[Verse 3]
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 duece 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 clot when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I could see the sky
Cause everybody talkin´ Hov I think we know why

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