Pre-Game - Sauce Money/Jay-Z

I lay my gun fine ideas be as bright as the sunshine

Shook the rap game with just one line

When me and my niggaz combine all day you know what

Sometimes I run with mad niggaz who done time

Hit you with eight from one nine now you showin the vein

My shells is like information go in your brain

Holdin my slug before you squeeze 'em show 'em the love

Burn your fingertips so throw 'em a glove understand me

Before my album drop cop the Grammy uncanny

Bought my first Role' from Manny

Dirty burners my crew never hand me ni**a we family

You not get shot get caught slippin like Dexter Manley

With at least ten lead spray right paint your skin red

D*mn we all the sh*t you can't be

We big time you small time real

Small like how an ant be

Marcy bust a shot for Metcalf Tilo and Danny

Peace to the Bureils Cut Wop and Stanley

Boom Moet and bow my whole set is wild

Past threats frontin flash singles and that's bent

F**k a b**ch you know the drill

Cut a chick or a suck a dick

As a youth explosively clappin off the roof

Shootin guard like Kobe raised up slay smears and bo'e

Back then Gil was my codiene Spanish Jose

Showed me how to get the money niggaz owed me

Fast forward no kids six cars and three Role's

Two cribs trips to Cuba sippin on Uba

Got rap in a stupor first to clap your group up

From the range with the ski rack or six with the ruger

Sh*t I light the motherf**kin' soundproof booth up

New sh*t y'all say the same sh*t like you're looped up

Your rap's all lazy Jigga the Black Scorcese

What your album lack is more Jay z

Code name Jay hovah all praise me

Y'all don't paint pictures y'all all trace me

You've yet to see the day when my squad be done

I represent that sh*t ni**a Marcy son what