Song lyrics Squeeze 1st by Jay Z

Uh, yeah, mmmm
William H. niggas
Holla, yeah, yo

[HOOK:]
Thatīs why I, squeeze first ask quesions last
Thatīs how most of these so called gangstas pass
I, squeeze first ask questions last
Cuz when I pull up, always pop, thatīs why Iīm livin today

[JIGGA]
Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down
When I greet ya, meet ya with pound
Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake
The kind that put land over your face
I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya
I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya
I move light, like my shoes too tight
Leave niggas confused from the day to the night
At night, see the light, when the pistolīs sparkin
Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin
I keep cash īcase cops arrest me
īcase kids kidnap me, kids could get back me
You shall repent īfore you spend a red cent
If not, you somebody up close to sin
Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like Iīm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker īcept Iīm hard to smoke
And yīall choke motherfuckers

[HOOK]

[JIGGA]
I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like Iīm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker īcept Iīm hard to smoke
Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like Iīm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker īcept Iīm hard to smoke
And yīall choke niggas

[HOOK]

[JIGGA]
Yīall donīt understand
I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like Iīm part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker īcept Iīm hard to smoke
Yīall choke niggas

[HOOK]

[JIGGA]
See when Iīm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard
Iīm a player for real, I post and pivot
Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit
Where the demons live, shit my scene is vivid
Squeamish kids, yīall get the fuck outta this verse
Itīs about to get so obscene in a minute
I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it
Wasnīt proud of it, but I was a child fuck it
Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt
Couldnīt sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis
Shit it was either that or be livin wit Elvis
Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X
Wanted to tell God that I donīt deserve this
Was afraid that heīd tell me I deserve less
My life was nervous, you havenīt heard stress
Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama
Told her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day
And before she could say Jay...
I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality
Men gotta do men things for men salary
Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me
Ahh shit man...
Young Hova ya heard?
Who could fuck wit him?