We Fly high (Beef Mix) Jim Jones (Ft. JAY-Z & Juelz Santana)

[Produced by Zukhan]

[Intro: Jim Jones]
I wear a mean dark pair of shades
(You know we can't have one of nuthin', nope)
And you can't see my eyes
(so we had to double up, and do one for the old people)
Unless my head is bent, you dig

[Jay-Z & Jim Jones overlaid vocals]
(It's my turn, now) (Yeah)
We fly high, no lie, you know this (Let's go Jay) (Brooklyn!) (ok)
Foreign rides, outside, it's like showbiz (Bed-sty where you at?) (It's my turn) (okay)
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (Brooklyn!)
(you're playing pitty pat with a chess player) (I hear you)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
(let's go jay, let me hear something? what you got for me old head?)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z (with Jim Jones overlaid vocals)]
Brooklyn get paper, tote big things
We chase niggas around they own ball game (what else?)
Ball game nigga, it's over for you lames (uh huh)
Gimme back the chain, it's over for you dames (ballin!)
Fuck y'all broads
Didn’t they ever tell you don’t fuck with a man’s family (yeah) They'll fuck with y'all's?
Kidnap mine? (yep)
Nigga I will click-clack push your wig back (I'm scared) further than Tyra Banks' hairline (oh!)
Your bank versus mine
If you're ballin’, (ballin!) nigga what I’m doing can’t be defined
The Joneses (ballin!) can’t keep up
Maybe my nigga Nas, but I got stronger after Ether (okay, okay)