I've made some edits since listening to the dirty version. Props to the person who actually took the time to write out the lyrics.
*JAY-Z TALKING *
Rocafella Records
The Imperial Skateboard P
Great Hova
Y'all already know what it is! (Oh shit)
(VERSE 1)
So what if you flipped a couple words
I can triple that in birds
Open your mind you'll see the circus in the sky
I'm Ringling Bros, Barnum & Bailey with the pies
No matter how you slice it, I'm ya muthafuckin' guy
Just like a B-boy with 360 waves
Do the same with a pot, still come back beige
Whether right or south par
Whether powder to jar
Whip it around, still comes back hard
so easily do I W-H-I-P
My repitition with riches will bring the kilo business
I got Creole C-O bitches for my niggas who
slip the game prisoners treats take to the visitors
You already know what the business is
Unneccesary commissary, boy we live this shit
N*ggas Wanna bring the 80's back
That's OK with me, that's where they made me at
Except I don't write on the wall
I write my name in the History books hustlin' in the hall
Nah, I don't spin on my head
I spin the work in the pot so I can spend my bread
(CHORUS)
And i'm gettin' it
I'm gettin' it
I ain't talkin' about it
I'm livin' it
I'm gettin it
Straight gettin' it
G-gg-g-g-get it boy
Don't you waste your time
Fighting blind
Stay your course
And you'll understand
Get it boy
(VERSE 2)
This '87 state of mind that I'm in
In my prime before that time i'm Rakim
If it wasn't for the crime that i was in
Then I wouldn't be the guy who rhymes it is that I'm in
No pain, no profit
Key I repeat if he show you where the pot is
Cherry M3's with the top back
Red & green G's all on my hat
North Beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
Can't you tell that I came from the dope game?
Blame Reagan for making me into a monster
Blame Oliver North and Iran Contra
I ran contraband that they sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff, we was in concert
(CHORUS)
And i'm gettin' it
I'm gettin' it
I ain't talkin' about it
I'm livin' it
I'm gettin it
Straight gettin' it
G-gg-g-g-get it boy
Don't you waste your time
Fighting blind
Stay your course
And you'll understand
Get it boy
(VERSE 3)
Push (push )
Money over broads, you got it
Fuck Bush
Chef, guess what I cooked?
Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books
Rock Star, look
Way before the bars, my picture was getting took
Feds, they like wack rappers
Try as they may, they couldn't get me on the hook
Uh, D.A. wanna indict me
Cause fish scales in my veins like a Pisces
The Pyrex pot caller, my sleeves
Turn one into two like a Siamese
Twin when it end
I'ma stand as a man
Never dying on my knees
Last of a dying breed
So let the champagne pop
I partied for a while
Now I'm back to the block
(CHORUS)
And i'm gettin' it
I'm gettin' it
I ain't talkin' about it
I'm livin' it
I'm gettin it
Straight gettin' it
G-gg-g-g-get it boy
Don't you waste your time
Fighting blind
Stay your course
And you'll understand
get it boy
(DENZEL)
Blue Magic, that's a brand name, like Pepsi. That's a brand name, I stand behind it, I guarantee it. They know that even if they don't know me anymore than they know the Chairman of General Mills.
(JAY-Z)
My man!
