Jay-Z- What We Talkin' About
Yeah Yeah What we talkin' bout real sh*t

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

You talkin' bout fiction Hold up pardon my back

What we talkin' bout fiction Or we talkin bout fact

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 sh*t 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

You 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

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）

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