This is the track everyone was looking forward to Rick Ross ft Dr Dre & Jay Z  entitled 3 Kings.

Is it what you expected?

Check out Jay’s lines:

Uh, it’s just different
I know it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this sh*t while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y’all should know by now
But if you don’t know, uh
Millions on the wall and all my rooms
N*ggas couldn’t f*ck with my daughter’s room
N*ggas couldn’t walk in my daughter’s socks
Banksy b*tches, Basquiat
I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me
They workin’ on another deal, they talkin’ two hundred fifty
I’m holdin’ out for three
Two seventy five and I just might agree
Ex-D-boy, used to park my beamer
Now look at me, I can park in my own arena
I only love her if her weave new
I’m still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin’ out the BM with your BM
Taken to places that you can’t go with your per diem
Screamin’ carpe diem until I’m a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a golden globe bitch!
I take a ace in the meanwhile
You ain’t gotta keep this ? it’s just a freestyle
F*ck rap money, I’ve made more off crates
F*ck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, f*ck boy, out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store, somebody save me
Stuntin’ to the max like wavy
Oh shit! Oh, stuntin’ to the max, I’m so wavy
Used to shop at TJ Maxx back in ‘83
I don’t even know if it was open then
I ain’t know Oprah didn’t
Have the XL 80 bike
Loud motor, they be like, “Damn!” when I’m comin’ through, rrraaanngg
Had the grill in ‘88, y’all niggas is late
You got all that, right?
I love this s*it like my own daughter
Let’s spray these n*ggas, baby, just like daddy taught ya
Young, this is just different