Encore (Album Version (Explicit))

HookNow can I get an encore, do you want more Cookin' raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need y'all to roar Now what the hell are you waiting for After me, there shall be no more So for one last time, nigga, make some noise Verse 1Who you know fresher than Hov, riddle me that The rest of y'all know where I'm lyrically at Can't none of y'all mirror me back Yeah, hearin' me rap is like hearin' G Rap in his prime I'm young H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low, but the yacht got a triple deck But when you Young, what the fuck you expect yep, yep Grand opening, grand closing God damn, your man Hov cracked the can open again Who you gonna find doper than him, with no pen Just draw off inspiration Soon you gonna see you can't replace him With cheap imitations for this generation Hook Verse 2Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits; look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years As fate would have it, Jay's status appears To be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearing the 4-5 It ain't to play games with you, it's to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you I'm blowin' you to smithereeens Cocksucker, take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing, I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales to sold out concerts So motherfucker if you want this encore I need you to scream til your lungs get sore InterludeOw, it's star time This man is mean, he's killin' all y'all jive turkeys Do y'all want more of the Jigga man Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man Then I need y'all to help me bring him back to stage Say Hova, c'mon, say it, are y'all out there, c'mon, louder Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about They love you Jigga, they love you Jigga Jay-ZI like the way this one feel, it's so muthafuckin' soulful, man Verse 3So this here is the victory lap Then I'm leavin', that's how you get me back After a year of them 16's it's 1.2 And that's 2.4, and I'm only doin' two You wanted to gain attention new dudes I can get you BET - and TRL, too You want to be in the public, send your budget Well fuck it, I ain't budgin' Young did it to death, you gotta love it Record companies told me I couldn't cut it Now look at me: all star-studded Golfer above par like I putted All cause the shit I uttered was utterly ridiculous How sick is this You want to bang, send Kanye change, send Just some dust Send Hip a grip, then you gotta spit A little somethin' like this