Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Jay Z - Squeeze 1st ------------------------------------------ Uh, yeah, mmmm William H. niggas Holla, yeah, yo [HOOK:] Thatīs why I, squeeze first ask quesions last Thatīs how most of these so called gangstas pass I, squeeze first ask questions last Cuz when I pull up, always pop, thatīs why Iīm livin today [JIGGA] Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down When I greet ya, meet ya with pound Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake The kind that put land over your face I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya I move light, like my shoes too tight Leave niggas confused from the day to the night At night, see the light, when the pistolīs sparkin Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin I keep cash īcase cops arrest me īcase kids kidnap me, kids could get back me You shall repent īfore you spend a red cent If not, you somebody up close to sin Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like Iīm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker īcept Iīm hard to smoke And yīall choke motherfuckers [HOOK] [JIGGA] I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like Iīm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker īcept Iīm hard to smoke Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like Iīm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker īcept Iīm hard to smoke And yīall choke niggas [HOOK] [JIGGA] Yīall donīt understand I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like Iīm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker īcept Iīm hard to smoke Yīall choke niggas [HOOK] [JIGGA] See when Iīm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard Iīm a player for real, I post and pivot Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit Where the demons live, shit my scene is vivid Squeamish kids, yīall get the fuck outta this verse Itīs about to get so obscene in a minute I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it Wasnīt proud of it, but I was a child fuck it Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt Couldnīt sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis Shit it was either that or be livin wit Elvis Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X Wanted to tell God that I donīt deserve this Was afraid that heīd tell me I deserve less My life was nervous, you havenīt heard stress Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama Told her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day And before she could say Jay... I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality Men gotta do men things for men salary Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me Ahh shit man... Young Hova ya heard? Who could fuck wit him?