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 Nigga 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] Your 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 (Best of me, 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 (Yeah) How you put that thing on me (I really like the way...) I can't let you get the best of 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 (Let you get the best of me) The best of me, the best of me (The best of me, the best of me... ohh, no...) [Verse 4: Jay-Z] Five, four, three, two, one, Carolina blue kicks Hottest nigga on the block, used to wheelie bicycles since I was six High school crossover, waved away picks Music is the same shit, 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 act 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 Make it hot, make it hot, make it hot Trackmasters Mr. Tone