Best of Me Part 2 lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z]
I'm focused, man
Tell Stoute to holler at me, man
Uh, young Hova, you heard?
Trackmasters, you heard?

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Yo, yes, y'all, and Jigga man be balling
Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawling
Get the best of you whenever I put my all in
Have mamis calling for the Lord, darling
Jigga Impallin', ass drop
Coupes with half the top, expose half my knot
n*gga mad when I brag about the cash I got
But I'm used to not having a lot
I'm from the gutter and, uh, I ain't the type to ever chase your box
I'm the type to interior decorate the watch
I'm the type to sling heavy weight on the block
In every state like clockwork, Jigga's the hurt, holler

[Verse 2: Mýa]
Lips are telling me, "Yes"
While you're kissing on my neck
Making me feel so
Should I stay? Should I go?
I don't know
Your hot boy style drives me wild
But in the back of mind, I know
[Chorus: Mýa]
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me

[Verse 3: Mýa]
Conversation like, what?
Big thighs got you stuck
Feelings starting to show
Should I stay, should I go?
I don't know
You're driving me crazy
I wanna be your lady
But I got a man at home

[Chorus: Mýa]
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me
The best of me, the best of me
[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
Five, four, three, two, one, Carolina blue kicks
Hottest n*gga on the block, used to wheelie bicycles since I was six
High school crossover, waived away picks
Music is the same sh*t, gave away hits
So, ma, get it together or forget it forever
When I go at you hard, I can get it through leather
You acting like Jigga can't get at whoever
Talking you got a man, okay, ma, and?
That's high school, making me chase you around for months
Have an affair, act like an adult for once
Plus my hand is up your skirt, goddamn, you flirt
What's a little me on top gon' hurt?
Maybe a little, but pain is pleasure and pressure bust pipes
And you look like the "I like it rough" type
We can crush tonight, tell me what you like
I got a yellow bottle on a bucket of ice
Get right, young Hova

[Chorus: Mýa]
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me
Even though I wanna see
How you put that thing on me
I can't let you get the best of me
[Outro: Mýa]
Make it hot, make it hot
Trackmasters
Mr. Tone