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JayZ - You, Me, Him and Her (feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek & Amil) - HQ - 320
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Dynasty
Dynasty
Performer
Amil
Amil
Vocals
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Vocals
Memphis Bleek
Memphis Bleek
Vocals
The Moments
The Moments
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roosevelt "Bink" Harrell
Roosevelt "Bink" Harrell
Composer
Malik Cox
Malik Cox
Lyrics
Albert Goodman
Albert Goodman
Songwriter
Walter Morris
Walter Morris
Songwriter
Harry Ray
Harry Ray
Songwriter
Amil Kahala Whitehead
Amil Kahala Whitehead
Lyrics
Dwight Equan Grant
Dwight Equan Grant
Lyrics
Sean C. Carter
Sean C. Carter
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bink
Bink
Producer
Chauncey Mahan
Chauncey Mahan
Recording Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Roosevelt "Bink" Harrell
Roosevelt "Bink" Harrell
Producer
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Who you believe?
[Verse 2]
Jigga man, more better, more cheddar
Fo's knock the man off your Polo sweater
Roll with the R-O-C, "Hey fella"
Remember me, the teachers used to fail us
Now it's more scrilla, ho killers
Four-wheelers, we gorillas
Oh, please feel us, we heat holders
Fighting? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't steal us
The plot thickens, the block clicking
We got the game tied up, stop tripping
[Verse 3]
Jigga man, huh?
Sigel, Sigel, y'all
Memph' Bleek, what?
Amil-lion, uh
[Verse 4]
Cat be him, 'El Capitan'
The fire I spit burn down Happyland
Social Club, we unapproachable thugs
Non-social, gone postal
Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
Like a Don's supposed to, Shawn
I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals
Don't make me take it to the old school!
I put holes through your hoes too
Through your clothes, through the foes
Through the **** close to you, fuck it
[Verse 5]
Jigga man, huh?
Sigel, Sigel, y'all
Amil-lion, what?
Memph Bleek
[Verse 6]
Y'all dudes don't get it, come with it
Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them
Got the mamis saying, "Look, who could stop be them?"
You wanna press your dumb luck, get blam-blammed up
I crush your larynx you talk 'bout us, ****
No obituary, I get it critical
You know that Memph'll hit the pall bearer lifting you
When I cock the plastic, make him drop the casket
When it's hot, I'm blasting, it's the Roc, you bastards
[Verse 7]
Jigga man, what?
Amil-lion, yeah
Memph' Bleek, huh?
Sigel, Sigel, come on
[Verse 8]
Spit acid, come on
With your bullshit smash hit
Get your bullshit smashed in
**** wanna front and get jumped
Bet the Ruger give your right side a nice sized lump
****, we are the supreme squad
You could dream hard, but reality is
We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
Puff the green raw, we as real as it get
We the R-O-C, dot A dot, fellas
Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes, they email us, ****
[Verse 9]
Jigga man, what?
Memph' Bleek, huh?
Amil-lion, oh yeah
Sigel, Sigel, rap
[Verse 10]
R-O-C, stop
From Tower to ma and pop, I move out stock
Shower your mom block, move out with Glocks
Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
Take it to the bucks who be grinding it up
Used to take it to the dubs, so they diamond it up
Competition, lining 'em up
Forty-five ACP, let me squeeze, lime 'em up
You want drama or what? Well, silence it up
Since a young buck, violent as fuck
Wasn't me dog, the high would do it
I used to wild off embalming fluid
I sent **** to the trauma unit
Forty-five or the nine'll do it
I'll fuck around and have your moms go through it
I'm a beast!
**** always wanna yeast shit
Then they wanna see shit
When they motherfucking peeps hit
But I don't cease nothing, I decease something
I'll fuck around and have you sleeping underneath something
[Verse 11]
Jigga man, what?
Sigel, Sigel, y'all
Memph' Bleek, uh
Amil-lion, rap
[Verse 12]
Yo, A to the M-I
Feminist holding a semi
Leave **** faced with a dilemma
Am I gon' run or stay? Can I get away
No you can't, anti-surrender
And I lay deep, my Mercedes hot
On my way through the tunnel like Lady Di
[Verse 13]
Jigga man, huh?
Sigel, Sigel, y'all
Memph' Bleek, what?
Amil-lion, uh
Written by: Albert Goodman, Amil Kahala Whitehead, Dwight Grant, Harry Ray, Malik Cox, Roosevelt "Bink" Harrell, Shawn Carter, Walter Morris
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