Uncle Otis (Jay-Z Diss) lyrics - The Game

 This shit for my uncle Otis

Here’s a dome shot to this nigga named Otis

Niggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest

Niggas be chasing they youth but it’s gone

Yo ‘Ye, this nigga ain't even wanna put you on

And then he turned around, put on Sean

But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don’t sell no fucking Wonton’s

I don’t wear Sean John, but fuck with that Ciroc shit

Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac shit

Who run the world? Jayceon

Will Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation

If you invented swag then I invented gangsta

Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger

And I don't wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada

I’m Charles Louboutin, you niggas ain't sayin’ nada

Lil white bitch better stay in ya place

You call me a nigga, I’ma put the K in ya face

It’s a stick up bitch

(So put your hands up in the air)

(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)

Know is any Gangstas up in here?

I do it, I do it, boi

So put your hands up in the air

(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)

Know is any Gangstas up in here?

I do it

Call Khaled, tell him

Fuck it, I’m on one

I created Tyler, the Creator

Here go courtside seats

You are now watching the greatest

Shades blocking the haters

Stays rocking the layers

The Show Goes On

Til I start aiming the Lasers

And Lupe’ll souffle half you muthafuckers

Its the Drew league, I don’t wanna speak about the Rucker

Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche

Tryna teach you How To love

How To Love

Marc Anthony too short (bitch)

Look how that nigga look

And I’m 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles

All my niggas crooks with castles

Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with tassels

It’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party

Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marley

You wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air

(So put your hands up in the air)

(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)

Know is any Gangstas up in here?

I do it, I do it, boi

So put your hands up in the air

(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)

Know is any Gangstas up in here?

I do it

I got the money up in the rubber band

Don’t run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)

I ain't Morris Chestnut, I ain't Ricky

But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty

Dre got that Super Bass I just call it Nicki

Working on that Detox, blowin on that sticky

Can I hit it In The Morning?

Better be a quickie

Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky

Waves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future

You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya

Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see Jigga

I went to see Wiz but there's Amber, perfect

I took a seat on the red futon

Hit it with that Wiz shit on, whatever

So put that pussy on my face

and let me taste, a little taste

I’ma eat it up like it’s my last

I’ma I’ma do it different, she ain't gettin no cash

You know why? I’m Not A Star

Somebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huh

That ain't a lie

(So put your hands up in the air)

(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)

Know is any Gangstas up in here?

I do it, I do it, boi

So put your hands up in the air

(I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)

Know is any Gangstas up in here?

I do it