What More Can I Say chords and lyrics - JAY-Z

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[Verse 1]
[Am](Are you not [G#m]entertained?)
(Are.you.not.entertained?)
(Is this not why you're here?)
Uh, Uh, [G#]Huh[C#m]
Turn the [F#m]mu sic up
Turn me [B]down
Guru... Lets go get [C#m]'em again
This time it's for the money
[C#]my nigga[C#m]
Brooklyn stand [B]up

[Verse 2]
[Am][Verse One]
There's never been a nigga
this good for this long
This hood
Or this pop, this hot
Or this strong
With so many different flows
This ones for this song
The next one I'll switch up
This one will get bit up
These [Em]fucks
Too [Am]lazy to make up shit
They crazy
They don't... paint pictures
They just trace me
You know [Em]what
Soon they [Am]forget where they
plucked
They whole style from
And try to reverse the outcome
I'm like... tough
I'm not [Em]a biter
I'm a writer
For myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only
biggin [C]up my brother
Big[Em]gin up my borough
I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough
Plus I know my [C]own flow is foolish
So [Am]them rings and things you sing about
Bring em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-
rel's in your mouth
I'm in... New sneakers
Deuce seaters
Few Diva's
What more can I tell you
Let me spell it for [Em]you
W- I- Double L- I- E
[Am]Nobody truer than H- O- V
And [Em]I'm back for more
New York's ambassad[Am]or
Prime Minister back to finish my

[Verse 3]
business up
[Am][Chorus: Singing]
What more can [Em]I say?[Am]
[Em]What more [Am]can I do?
I [Em]give this [Am]all [Em]to you
[Am]I know[Em] this much[Am] is true
My Life
(Look at [Em]my li[Am]fe)
(See what [Em]I se[Am]e)

[Verse 4]
[Verse Two] [Am]You already
know what I'm about
Flyin birds down south
Movin wet off the step
Purple Rain in the drought
Stuntin on hoes
Brushin off my shirt
But ain't nothin on my clothes
'Cept my chain
My name
Young H- O
Pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid for
Friends they roll
Private jets down the Turks
and [Em]Caicos
Cris' case loads
I don't give a shit
[Am]Nig ga one life to live [C]I can't let a day go
[Em]By
Without me being fly
Fresh to death
Head to [Am]toe until [C]the day I rest
An[Am]d I don't wear jerseys
I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans
nigga button ups
S dots on my feet
Make my sight complete
What more can I say Guru play the beat,
I'm livin'
[Em]

[Verse 5]
[Am]We gonna let this
ride into the hook
I'mma snap my fingers [Em]on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown [Am]man on
LET'S GO
(What more can I say?)

[Verse 6]
[Am][Verse Three]
Now you know ass is willie
When they got you in a mag
For like half a billi
And your ass ain't Lilly
White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
[Em]Either that or y[Am]our flow is silly
It's both
I don't mean to boast
But damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gonna act like I
ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart
That's far from Jewish
Far [Em]from a Harvard student
Just had the balls to do it
And no [Am]I'm not through [C]with it
In fact I'm [Em]just previewin it
This ain't the show I'm just [Am]EQ'in it
One, Two and I [C]won't stop abusin [Em]it
[Am]To groupie girls stop false accusin it
Back to the music
The Maybach roof is translu[B]cent
[Am]Niggas got a problem Houston
What up B
They can't shut up me
Shut [Em]down I
Not even P.E.
I'mma ride
[Am]God forgive me for my brash delivery
[Em]But I remember vividly
What these streets did to [Am]me
So picture me
Lettin these clowns nit pick at me
And Paint me like a pickiny
I will literally
Kiss Tee- Tee in the forehead
[Em]Tell her p[Am]lease forgive me
Then squeeze into your forehead
I'm not the one [Em]to score point[Am]s off
In [Em]fact
[Am]I got a joint to knock your points off
Young
Hova the God nigga blasphamy
I'm at [Em]the T[Am]rump International
Ask for me
I ain't never scared
I'm everywhere
You ain't never [Em]there
Nigga why would I ever care
Pound for pound I'm the best [C]to
ever come around here
[Em]Excluding nobody
Look what I embody
The soul of a hust[C]ler I really
ran the [Em]street
[Am]A CEO's mind
That marketing plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up
a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated,
like say a, Busta Rhymes
[Em]But the real shit you get when
you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went
plat a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culutre
I supposed to be number one
on everybody list
We'll see what happens
when I no longer exist
Fuck [Em]this man
(What more can I say?)
[Am]