Jay-Z – Family Feud (feat. Beyonce)

We all screwed ’cause we never had the tools
(Ha-ya) My nigga got on
Amen, amen (Ha-ya)
I cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed

Niggas bustin’ off through the curtains ’cause she hurtin’
I would say I’m the realest nigga rappin’ (Ha-ya)
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
My consciousness was Michael’s common sense
Nobody wins when the family feuds
That’s how you feel, Emory? (Ha-ya)
Let me alone, Becky
Hundred percent, Black-owned champagne
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
Ha-ya, ha-ya

Y’all need to stop

Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Y’all think small, I think Biggie
And we merrily merrily eatin’ off these streams
But that ain’t even a statement (Ha-ya)
New niggas is the reason I stopped drinkin’ Dos Equis
All this old talk left me confused
(Ha-ya) Turn my vocal up, Guru!
We in a whole different mode
Y’all still drinkin’ Perrier-Jouët, hah
Yeah yeah yeah
Ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, I’m cute
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Al Sharpton in the mirror takin’ selfies
That’s like sayin’ I’m the tallest midget (Ha-ya)
Can I get "Amen" from the congregation?
I told my wife the spiritual shit really work
Amen, amen (Ha-ya)
I’m clear why I’m here, how about you?
My nigga got that cocaina on today
But my stash can’t fit into Steve Harvey’s suit
That’s how he feel, turn my vocal up (Ha-ya)
Wait, that ain’t politically correct , forget it (Ha-ya)
Old niggas never accepted me
Turn the music up too (Ha-ya-ya-ya)

(Mmmmm) Pretty much
Hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt
We all lose when the family feuds
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
[Outro: Beyoncé]
Fuck rap, crack cocaine
[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….

I missed the karma that came as a consequence
Can I get a "Amen" from the congregation?
[Interlude: JAY-Z]
[Intro: JAY-Z]
Hahahaha (Ha-ya)
‘Specially if they’re from the same hue as you
[Verse 1: JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first
Two What’s better than one billionaire?
Turn my vocal up some more
You’d rather be old rich me or new you?
Nobody wins when the family feuds
How is him or Pill Cosby s’posed to help me?
Y’all stop me when I stop tellin’ the truth
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Yeah, I’ll fuck up a good thing if you let me
Y’all whole pass is in danger, ten Mississippi
(Ha-ya, ha-ya)
Alhamdulillah, I run through ’em all
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
But we ain’t get through to you yet, uh
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
A man that don’t take care his family can’t be rich
I’m tryna fix you
Two (two) What’s better than one billionaire?
If anybody gettin’ handsome checks, it should be us
And old niggas, y’all stop actin’ brand new
(Ha-ya) Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
[Interlude: JAY-Z & Beyoncé]
I’ll watch Godfather, I miss that whole shit
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
My wife in the crib feedin’ the kids liquid gold
(Ha-ya) My nigga got on all white, no socks
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Kay losin’ the babies ’cause their future’s uncertain
Nah, we did that, Black-owned things
I’ll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC
Love me like, love
yeah, yeah, yeah Like….
Like…. yeah, yeah, yeah
Super Bowl goals

Kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed
Like 2Pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh
I’m tryna get these niggas with no stripes to be official