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[Jay-Z Talking] Blueprint trios [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 Letras de cancionesYou 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 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 [Repeat Hook] From Letras Mania