This sh*t Right Here lyrics

[Chorus: JAY-Z]
n*gga, this sh*t right here
n*gga, this sh*t right here
This sh*t right here (Tsh)
This sh*t right here

[Post-Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Woah, woah, woah, woah (That sh*t)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Yup)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Yup)
Woah, woah-woah, woah-woah, woah (Crazy, yup)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Crazy, yup)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Crazy, yup)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Where my dogs? Yup)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Ow)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
n*gga, this sh*t, that Tunechi and that Swizz sh*t
And it isn't, no Hootie and no fish sticks
n*gga, this sh*t that Tunechi and that Swizz sh*t
That boujee and that rich sh*t, that movie and that script sh*t
No booty, ain't no b*tch sh*t, shoot and you can hit sh*t
That shotty is my thotty, that rifle, I'ma wife her
That Uzi is my mistress, you give her a big kiss
Smooches all on his lips, she use his blood for lipstick
Mwah, "You on point, Tune'?" All the time, slime
You got a sharp fuse, b*tch, I'm a live wire
I'm tryna talk to 'em, like Paul Finebaum
I bring the chalk to 'em, get that boy outlined
Real chinky like a n*gga born in Taiwan
Wrist blingin' like that Drizzy song, "Hotline"
Bloody red, bloody rеd, bloody red, bloody red
Bloody red timеs five like a stop sign, gang
[Chorus: JAY-Z]
n*gga, this sh*t right here
n*gga, this sh*t right here
This sh*t right here
This sh*t right here

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Check, I'm right here, n*gga
I'm like Tyson, whisperin' in your right-ear, n*gga
I'm takin' off, I need Gucci-fly gear, n*gga
Was shootin' at them n*ggas before Hype Will', n*gga
I'm out the holster with the toaster like cheers, n*gga
Versace sofa didn't come from IKEA, n*gga
I worked the chopper like sheers, n*gga
Uncut white girl, call that brick a Britney without spears, n*gga
I'm nasty like Nasir, n*gga (n*gga)
I raised the blammer like a Grammy, trophy a n*gga
Chin-check a n*gga, have to goatee a n*gga
If he chirpin', flip him like a Nokia, n*gga
No Hondas, no Chevys, no Kias, n*gga
New bondo, I just put the door key in, n*gga
Tell the bottom feeders top chefs feed a n*gga
It's lonely at the top and I'm the loneliest n*gga, huh

[Chorus: JAY-Z & Lil Wayne]
n*gga, this sh*t right here (Uh, so brazy)
n*gga, this sh*t right here (Don't let me catch you Uptown)
This sh*t right here (Don't let me, don't let me catch you)
This sh*t right here (Uptown, baby)
[Outro: Swizz Beatz & Lil Wayne]
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Uptown brazy)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Uptown, baby, Uptown brazy)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Lay it down, baby, better ante up)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Lay it down, baby, better ante up)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Don't let me, don't let me catch you Uptown)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Don't let me, don't let me catch you Uptown)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Don't let me, ah)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Uptown, baby, Uptown brazy)
Don't let me, don't let me catch you Uptown
Don't let me, don't let me catch you Uptown
If I do, you better ante up
I say "Suu Whoop", you better ante up