![]() The lyric in question is usually misconstrued in one of two ways. Either:ġ) It’s misheard as: “If Jesus paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwyane Wade.”Ģ) It’s heard correctly, but taken literally, as: “If Jeezy’s paying LeBron, I’m paying Dwyane Wade.” Maybe you’ve heard this line? It’s in the second verse and goes something like this, “I got it made/If Jeezy’s payin’ LeBron, I’m paying Dwyane Wade.” A lot of people think this has to do with an NBA franchise, of which Jay-Z is a part-owner: the New Jersey-soon to be Brooklyn-Nets. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).If you’re like me (and the rest of America, according to the Billboard Hot 100), you love the Jay-Z song “Empire State of Mind.” But here’s the thing: there’s apparently a frequently-misunderstood lyric regarding popular NBA players LeBron James and Dwyane Wade, one that seems to leave a number of people befuddled. 3.Empire State Of Mind 4.Jockin' Jay-Z5.On To The Next One 6.Reminder7.So Ambitious 8.Thank You9.Venus Vs. Get the embed code Jay-Z - The Blueprint 3 (Deluxe Version) Album Lyrics1.D.O.A. Put your lighters in the air everybody say yeah, yeah, Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien ![]() Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust outĮverybody ride her, just like a bus routeĪnd Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church endĬame here for school, graduated to the high lifeīall players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, EveĬaught up in the in-crowd, now you're in styleĮnd of the winter gets cold, en vogue, with your skin out Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is Long live the King yo, I'm from the Empire St. Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley If Jesus payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwayne Wade ![]() Me, I got a plug, Special Ed "I Got It Made" Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla backįor foreigners it ain't for, they act like they forgot how to actĮight million stories, out there in it nakedĬity is a pity, half of y'all won't make it Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rockĪfrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip thoughīut I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can Let's hear it for New York, New York, New YorkĬatch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game These streets will make you feel brand new Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from Nigga I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high five Say whattup to Ty-Ty, still sippin' Mai Tai's Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Pull me back to that McDonald's, took it to my stashbox, 560 State St.Ĭatch me in the kitchen like a Simmons wippin' pastry's I can make it anywhere, yea, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem,Īll of my Dominicano's right there up on Broadway, ![]() I'm the new Sinatra, and, since I made it here Right next to DeNiro, but I'll be hood forever Yeah, yeah I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
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