Artist: Jay-Z f/ Justin Timberlake Album: Magna Carta... Holy Grail Song: Holy Grail Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Justin Timberlake] You'd take the clothes off my back, and I'd let you You'd steal the food right out my mouth, and I'd watch you eat it I still don't know why... why I love it so much {"Thanks for warning me"} Ohhhh {"Thanks for warning me"} You curse my name, in spite, to put me to shame Air my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean, give it up for fame But I still don't know why (don't know why) why I love it so much {"Thanks for warning me"} Yeah {"Thanks for warning me"} [Chorus: Justin Timberlake] And baby, it's amazing I'm in this maze with you I just can't crack your code One day you're screamin you love me loud The next day you're so cold One day you're here, one day you're there One day you care, you're so unfair Sippin from your cup 'til it runneth over Holy Grail [Jay-Z] Uhh uhh Uhh, Blue told me remind you niggaz Uhh, fuck that shit y'all talkin 'bout, I'm the nigga Uhh, caught up in all these lights and cameras Uhh, but look what that shit did to Hammer Uhh, God damnit I like it The bright lights is enticin, but look what it did to Tyson All that money in one night, 30 mil' for one fight But soon as all that money blows, all the pigeons take flight Fuck the fame, keep cheatin on me, what I do? I took her back Fool me twice that's my bad, I can't even blame her for that Enough to make me wanna murder, momma please just get my bail I know nobody to blame, Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself - uhh [Justin Timberlake + Jay-Z] And we all just, entertainers And we're stupid, and contagious Know we all just, entertainer-r-r-r-r-r-r-r [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Now I got tattoos on my body, psycho bitches in my lobby I got haters in the paper, photo shoots with paparazzi Can't even take my daughter for a walk, see 'em by the corner store I feel like I'm cornered off, enough is enough, I'm callin this off Who the fuck I'm kiddin though? I'm gettin high, sittin low Slidin by in that big body, curtains all in my window This fame hurt but this chain works, I think back, you asked the same person if this is all you had to deal with, nigga deal with it, this shit is ain't work This light work, camera snappin, my eyes hurt Niggaz dyin back where I was birthed, fuck your iris and the IRS Get the hell up off your high horse, you got the shit that niggaz die for, dry yours Why you mad? Take the good with the bad, don't throw the baby out with that bath water You're still alive, still that nigga Nigga you survived, you still gettin bigger Nigga livin the life, vanilla wafers in a villa Illest nigga alive, Michael Jackson's "Thriller" [Chorus] w/ ad libs [Justin Timberlake] You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it And you take, the blade right out my heart, just so you can watch me bleedin I still don't know why (don't know why) why I love you so much {"Thanks for warning me"} Yeah {"Thanks for warning me"} And you play this game, in spite, to drive me insane I got it tattooed on my sleeve forever in ink, with guess whose name But I still don't know why (don't know why) why I love it so much {"Thanks for warning me"} Yeah {"Thanks for warning me"} [Chorus] w/ ad libs