Collision Course (w/ Jay-Z) lyrics

Hahaha
You're wasting your talent, randy

It's like I'm paranoid, looking over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right...

Why does it look like night today?
Something in here's not right today
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first

I ordered a frappachino.
Where's my f***ing frappachino?
Alright, let's do this.

When I pretend everything is what I want it to be,
I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see,
When I pretend, I can forget about the criminal I am,
Stealin second after second just cause I know I can,
But I cant pretend this is the way itll stay,
Im just trying to bend the truth,

This is fun

Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the
astonishing...
H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A...

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o' the century...always timeless...HOV!
(That's awesome)
Thank you for coming out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with us
We appreciate that

Uhh, H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

jigga what? jigga who?
jigga what? jigga who?
jigga what? jigga who?

you gonna lead the vocal in, right?

Motherfukkers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Youre far too kind
Lets go

Can I get a encore? Do you want more?
Cookin raw with the Brooklyn boy
So, for one last time, I need yall 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

Get em, Jay

Who you know fresher than Hov?
Riddle me that
The rest of yall know where Im lyrically at

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you, son
I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch aint one

Hes got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure his caskets closed
Rap critics who say hes Money, Cash, Hoes
Hes from the hood, stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
Youre celebratin the minute you was havin dough