unknown

[jay=z]
Yeah!!
Check it, check it out
Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat

Chorus: jay-z (repeat 2x)

I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick never miss so i hit em like this

[jay-z]
Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, i rip it the hell -- down
More than a fluke, i'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now
With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who i be
Well check out the j, check out the a, check out the y, z
Original rap, i'm makin it slap, i'm hemmin it up like that
Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * dj reverse * bring it back
I be that nigga with a gat, boom-clack
Don't ever sweat it when i go, i zoom back
Better than ever, never better, you better, whatever
I suggest the ex-lax and that'll get your shit together
I give you a snotty nose from body blows
Nobody's safe at a party even gotti goes adios
I got-got-got flav-flav-flav-flavor, so save yours
One verse and it's a hearse, i played and i slayed yours
Get it, got it, ready to flip, i doubt it
No need to prolong, check out the man gone, haha

Chorus

[jay-z]
The next, player, never get no rest, you're livin with stress
Cause just around the corner beez the best player
You're fearin my clout, if weed got you runnin your mouth
You better blow that shhhiiitt out
The jigga's back, you brothers are flat
I'll amaze the way that jay rap, now how in the hell did he say that?
You diggin me, the, epitome of, rippin it raw
You kiddin me, no artist that rap, gettin bigger thzn me
Although these cats are wettin my style, i'm still thristy
And we all gotta fall off, but you first g
I'll be the last, it'll be a, cold day in hell
Before you see me, sauce and jaz, chillin with your wack ass
We make hits, and harmony, like take 6
While you brothers double pumped up them fake hits
Our roc-a-fella never sell-a-out
Brothers who don't have the heart, you better tell your mouth, uh

Chorus

[jay-z]
Ha-hah
This how we do
All year round, this is how it goes down
Now check it out

I don't kick it i punt it, i'm so wicked you want it?
My tongue is tired from lickin my fingers and countin up hundreds
So i bought a money machine and it goes
A tat-tat-trrrittaat-tat-triiatttt-at-tit-tit-tit-dough
How many styles i gotta kick to prove i'm def?
I can even-hah-kick my-hah-rip that shit-hah-and catch a breath
You can't see this, ask this nigga dash
Now he don't count cause i'm makin him mad rich
This nigga's nothin but the truth
Many view jay-z as a threat to they loot.. so
My thing is tight, can't slip, gotta grip
Like a pit in a dog fight, yo, i'm a-iight
I ain't checkin for you 'less you my peoples
And just in case you didn't know peep the -- steelo
It goes, one dime for your mind
Two bone crushers for your spine
Cause none of ya game is rougher than mine

Chorus: repeat 2x

Ha-hah.. jay-z.. live in the ninety-five
With a little help along, c'mon
Sacue money defintly repesentin
Big jaz in the house
Superman production type shit

[jay-z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin g's
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..

You know i - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause i don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But i don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss i'm breezin
Talkin bout, "what's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where i keep em
Til i need a nut, til i need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and i'm pickin em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks wanna put jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, i'ma break bread
So you can be livin it up? shit i..
Parts with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, i got no passion
I got no patience
And i hate waitin..
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide.. check em out now
Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah
And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide.. check em out now
Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah

Chorus one: jay-z

We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in n.y.c.
It's just that jigga man, pimp c, and b-u-n b
Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We doin - big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.'s
We doin.. big pimpin up in n.y.c.
It's just that jigga man, pimp c, and b-u-n b

[bun b]
Nigga it's the - big southern rap impresario
Comin straight up out the black bar-rio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No i can't fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin - they say, "there he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when i spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin down on yo' slab
Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin i
Then you wait while i get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as i'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flow's on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip
Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin jigga man, fool

Chorus two: bun b

We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be.. big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.'s
We be.. big pimpin down in p.a.t.
It's just that jigga man, pimp c, and b-u-n b
Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese
And we be.. big pimpin, on b.l.a.d.'s
Cause we be.. big pimpin in p.a.t.
It's just that jigga man, pimp c, and b-u-n b.. nigga

[pimp c]
Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga i can't fuck witch'all
If i wasn't rappin baby, i would still be ridin mercedes
Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them texas boys
Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise

Chorus two

[jay-z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for pamela anderson lee
Mtv jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
Half what i paid slippin right through customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
It will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin chesse
With b.u.n. b, pimp c, and timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga man that's what's up

Chorus

ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing...
(girls singing)
H to the izz-o...v to the izz-a...

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...hove!
Thanks for comin' out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me
I appreciate that...uuunnnh...

H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in va
Was herbin' em in the home of the terrapins
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit' cheese i would work wit' them
Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn't born hustlers i was burpin' em
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so freezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy
Cops wanna knock me, d.a. wanna box me in
But somehow, i beat them charges like rocky
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
Therefore he doesn't exist
So poof...vamoose son of a bitch

Chorus
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in va
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up!

Holla at me...
I do this for my culture
To let 'em know what a nigga look like...when a nigga in a roaster
Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures
Industry shady it need to be taken over
Label owners hate me i'm raisin' the status quo up
I'm overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the cold crush
Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us
We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks

Chorus

Yeah...
Hove is back, life stories told through rap
Niggaz actin' like i sold you crack
Like i told you sell drugs...no...
Hove did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that
I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats
Smokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofa
Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave
Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk
Me under a lamp post, why i got my hand closed?
Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law
So you know i seen it all before
I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight
To try and to fail, the two things i hate
Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a
What else can i say about dude, i gets bizzay

Chorus

(girls singing)
H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a... (4x to fade out)

hey papi


[timbaland](jay-z)
All my mamis bounce, uh
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(bounce with me)
I said all my mamis bounce
(yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh yeah-yea-yeah, yeah-yea-yeah)
(come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Freaky-freaky...

[jay-z]
Ay yo i got a resolution
This year i'm playing right
No six fifteen this year
You can stay the night
We can go bowling it ain't like before
Can't y'all see that i'm growing?
I was so immature
I was young and having money
Having honeys come to the crib
Thinkin' they shit and they couldn't get cab money from me
Some bad chicks didn't get pass the bridge
I went to one trump plaza on their asses'
No room service just snacks and shit
Work with those lil' debbies and when your done get ready
The chicks i was fiendin' to smash
Let 'em lean on the cash
Will take 'em on long trips
Break 'em with long dick
There was no such thing as strong relationships
But i'm off that playa shit
I need a chick that practice tai chi
That still can buy weed
And can give me some good head
And i'll make her remind me, uh-huh

[jay-z] (amil)
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying

[memphis bleek]
Yo, yo, yo, yo the only thing bleek spinning is
Them chrome wheels spinning on them new rims
Home suspended from school again
I'm grown, still ill ladies love to be a deal, like bleek
Can i feel up on your wood and grill?
It's a hood thing, wood grain, off the chain
She give me good brain
Love the way i push my slang
Callin' my jack soon as the hop in my v
They catching contact, weed smoke all up in the weave
Bet'cha man can't do it like this, like this
I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this
And i'm from marcy you catch me on anybody's block
Rappin' thug, the roc
Hoes they all clock like

[jay-z] (amil)
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying

[jay-z]
I was the worse
I used to switch chicks every day
Had niggas mad for real like "i wish he was gay"
Cause they knew sooner or later hun was gettin' with jay
Just a matter of time she was gettin' with jay
I'll have your chick in the summer tropics sippin' on 'zae
Spittin' up in the pacifics smoking spliffs in the shade
She used to love ya, but she feeling different today
You used to smother her, look at your honey slippin' away
Consorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her space
She said she feel free when she's around me
I'm letting her do her and in turn she's doing me
She on the phone with her friends like how cool is he

[jay-z] (amil)
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(hey papi!)

Never, never, never, never, change
Never change, this is jay everyday(never change)
Never change, this is jay everyday
Never change, this is jay

I am a roc-representer
Oh, summer to winter
Oh, ten of our lives(change)
24-7, 365(change)
One cd a 360 pies
Whats up to e and kirk
Welcomwe home to taj
But no amount of money ruin, this thing evolves(change)
We run streets like drunks run street lights(change)
We collidin with life as we speak
We knee deep in coke, we keep deep in ice
We flood streets wit dope, we keep weed to smoke(change)
We all fish, better teach ya folk(change)
Give em money to eat, then next week he's broke
Cause when you sleep, hes reaching for your throat
Word on the street, you reap what you sow(change)
Not outta fear, but love, love for the game(change)
Roc-family first we never change, bank

Chorus 2x

Never, never, never, never, change
I'm still fuckin wit crime cause crime pays
I'll never change
Out hustlin, same clothes for days
I'll never change
I'll never change, i'm too stuck in my ways
Who you know like hov

Whats up to my miami and st. thomas connects
I never mention your name i promise respect(change)
Death before dishonor correct(what)yep(change)
Thats what you promised me, since the bama league
Along with, if we stay strong, we can get paper longer than pippens arms(change)
Plead the fifth when it comes to the fam
Im like a dog i never speak but(change)i understand
Where my dogs at, where my soldiers at war
Where your balls at woo!, gotta pause that woo!
Lost 92 bricks had to fall back
Knocked(change)a nigga of his feet but i crawled back
Had a-1 credit got more crack
From the first to the fifth gave it all back
If(change)im not a hustla what you call that
This is before rap, 4, this is all fact
I'll never change

Chorus 2x

The streets robbed me wasnt educated properly
But fuck ya'll i needed money for atari(change)
Was so young my big sis still playin wit barbie(what)(change)
Young brother big city 8 million stories
Old heads taught me youngin walk softly
Carry a big clip that'll get niggas off me(change)
Keep coke and coffee keep money smellin moffe(change)
Change is cool a cop but more important its lawyer fees, uh
Thats how it is now, uh
Thats hoe it always be, uh
I'll never change this is always me(change)
From the womb to the tomb
From now to my doom(what)(change)
Drink army from one cup pass it around the room
Thats the ritual(yep) big gran i aint forgot you fool and all that bullshit you
Tryin to get through(change)
This is crew love, move music or move drugs(change)
Rival crews get cha black suits up
I'll never change

Chorus fades out

Jay-z talking:

Turn the lights even lower!
Hovah
Memphis bleek
Beanie seigels (uh huh)
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
Dmx: jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night

Verse one, jay-z:

To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause i (dmx)love my niggas (uh huh)
Chill wit the crew (uh huh)
Real wit the crew
4 million sold, look- still wit the crew
Break bread wit the fam
Till i'm dead wit the fam
Duck cops. shake feds wit the fam
Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)
Ride for my hustlas
Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas
Roll wit my duns (uh huh)
Cold wit the guns (uh huh)
If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when i come
I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes
That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all i know
More money, more cash, more hoes beyachhhh!!!!!!

Chorus, jay-z (dmx): 2x's

More money, more cash, more hoes (what)
More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)
More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)
More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)

Verse two, memphis bleek:

Ay yo, m-e-m-p-h-i-s bleek
No need to dress warm, i brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
For one, i pack three 9s like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
7 gram hustlas
Type to bust a o down wit ya man hustlas
I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4
While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
Petty crime niggas
Petty time niggas
Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs
Now you got game in you
Wanna be a menace and you got kane in you
I'll put them thangs in you
I'm a hot lil' nigga
I ain't gotta tell niggas
You came too deep, one fell niggas
I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck
Roc-a-fella forever, memph man, what what

Chorus 2x's

Verse three, beanie seigel:

Peep the kid from p-h-i-l-l-y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly
B-mack, roc-a-fella till i die
Met jay, dropped on a album in a week
Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
I gave y'all a thousand bars wit memphis bleek
Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
6 hammers even though we only 3 deep
We clap up niggas
Smack up niggas
Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas
Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas
Get treated like coke and get capped up niggas
The only thing funny
Is y'all never seen big face money
Till them big face 20s

Chorus 2x's

Jay-z talking:

Roc-a-fella shit
1999 (uh huh)
You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no other
Get down or lay down ya heard!
No publishin' for niggas
I know y'all niggas wonderin, like:
When them niggas gone stop? (come on)
We got a date for you-
February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)
I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too
Just go head and do it!
Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists!
Just do it!
The world'll be a better place (haha)
Roc-a-fella
Beanie seigel
Memphis bleek
Hovah hovah
Ya heard me!

Intro: (singing) whoooh, paradise
You better think twice, 'cause you're not living the life
Jay-z: jay-z, roc-a-fella y'all, it don't stop

Verse one:

We about to change this game here
Check my pockets there's nothing but game there
I remain without fear
Keep the lanes clear, and the cats that's all about threats remain here
On top of this metropolis
My name is like a square
Dropped off every tier
Now y'all can swear to jay
Heard it the other day
Through the mystery, we get it swiftly
We got to hit you every night before we hit the lights it's type addictive
Need cats to live with, the heat goes on
Everyday is a hustle, the beat goes on
Funny thing happen, in the midst of chasing money and foes
And the worst thing worst then getting old is not getting old
Niggaz stay low, like six bowls of shit and gold
And watch the hoes when they bump into your clothes
And i hope they shine
Seen a lot of things and enough memories to last me two lifetimes
Can't knock the hustle

Chorus #1: (singing)

I'm taking out this time
To give you a piece of my mind
Who do you think you are
Baby one day you'll be a star

Verse two

Check this
In a mans world need a girl to tough something
Pull an 80 out her anne klein purse and bust something
If you skating through the night to the light, then trust something
When i get home
Then it's on
Girl just crack those shaped legs like grade a eggs
Love the way you behave and beg
Moan, turn those hollers to screams as we zone like a college team
Then they can hear you from hollis, queens (226)
Life with me, consists of a lot of things
Chips in your ear hit the dirt 'cause you got hotter things
But you know how to scream, friends talking dizziness
Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business
You know they can't love it, trips to la with no luggage
Came back with six bags struggling
In first class if my ass should crash, champagne spilled on me
Bank still off on me

Chorus #2: (singing)

But until the last day, i'm the one who's crazy
'cause that's the way you making me feel (can't knock the hustle)
I don't want no romance, i just want the chance
Can't knock the hustle for real

Verse three

Ever since you retired, working alongside those live wires
Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know liars
I guess i'm biased, what i talk about i live
These rap dudes can flip, but some of them ain't even rhyming for chips
What part of the game is this
Seems brainless, on tours with whores that's what i'm saying i miss
Cats that go all out for their gold plaques
Starting out with four jacks, ended up with gold ac's
Bet your love collapses if my funds get trapped
On the weight of me through you, screw you
Gun blew you, i didn't want to choose you
Run through you like uh, excuse you!
But that's my cash, i understand you hustle
That's my cash, you don't understand
Let my dough flash, you can show it love
Like a rap star in front of the club
But don't knock the hustle

Chorus 1 & 2 to fade

Uh-huh
Blackhand ent.
Roc-a-fella records
In association with the streets
The black gangster
In conjunction
With everything official
Yeah

I ride throught the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting donny hathaway
Me and my niggas spending half the day
Plotting, how we gon get this math with out getting balst away
I wake up to the same problems after today
Life is harsh, niggas gotta ?
Right from the start they place me in the ghetto tender age of nine
I tend to mine and to surrender to crime
Wouldnt wish this on nobody like the end of like mine
Ever since i was quite young a nigga been in divine
Had to scratch for every plaque, rap aint even all its cracked up to be
Niggas dont stack up to me
Had to hustle in a world of trouble
Trapped in, clostrophobic the only way out was rapping
America dont understand it, the demographics i tapped in
I'm the truest nigga to do this nigga and anything else is foolish
Like those who stay high, under god's grey skies
My lyrics is like bible, made to save lives
In the midst of all your misery nigga, stay fly
Never let em see you frown, even smile when you down
Shit, i floss on my off-days fuck what they all say
Niggas cant stop me like rumors, i'm too strong
All-day
Socks explode and sweatpants pockets is bulging
Holding it down on the corner with my glock holding
My spot is golden, drop the price on the coke and
Drove the competition out and let the dough flow in
The cops is closing in, i can do the time
But whats really on my mine, is there's no hoes in the pen
I play the low and try and make it hard to find me
Feds still tryna build a case since '93
I told them, i'm retired but they like whatever
You know them pigs dont wanna see you get your life together

Chorus:
I'm stuck in this life forever
The more things change the more they stay the same
Who am i to change the game?
You gotta move quick like her-o-in and dope can
The blocks hotter than its ever been


Once again
Hold the gun at eye level, i aint afraid of conflict
I let the nine rip, nigga say "hi" to the devil
I blind with the bezel, i'm in line with the ghetto
What yall nigga afraid of my mind or the metal
Niggas tryna subtract my life, my mathematics is precise
I carry the nine, so fucking with me just aint the answer
I cant lose when i was young i was like fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone i'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but i got it from here
Dont sweat that, sounds bump from marcy to lefrak
To that pocket in dc where my man caught his death at
Over my years i've seen rooks get tooken by the knight
Lose they crown by tryna defend a queen
Checkmate, in 4 moves the bobby fischer of rap
??? in a time where we all move
Lets face it either your dough chasin, or basing
Lacing, cops got your face sprung like mason
Careful, any infultration i'm leaving niggas
Leaving more than just information

Chorus

Uh
Real shit
The black gangsta
Blackhand ent.
Roc a fella
Never interrupt this thing of ours
The black ganagsa
Jigga
Hova
Roll with me

Verse 1: jay-z
Yeah, ya'll niggas finished yo?
Ya'll niggas finished?
Got your little radio, play your little videos huh?
You finished nigga, huh, huh, huh?
Ya'll finished, can i live? huh, can i live?

Yo, yo, yo i blacks out, i pulls da mack out
Scream what's that about, then i clap out
I get my fly on, and my drop on, due to write on
Don't even hate on those who hate me, i got pac on
Feelin it, feelin it, chickens are ice grillin it
Cops pullin it over, jigga react militant
Speed off
Officer told me "turn the beat off"
I truned it a level higher
The return of the devil's fire
I'm raised different, react in situations niggas lay stiff in
Rookies blame it on the age difference
My subliminal flows create criminal o's
Sing along if you with me, till the end of the road
I'm cynical, when in the view of the public and this is because
I'm defensive i'm in of these views
The percentage of those who don't understand
Is higher than the percentage who do
Check yourself, what percentage is you?, can i live?

Chorus: jay-z
For all my niggas with the all white air force ones
And black guns stack ones yo, can i live?
For all my chicks, bitches, ho's stand bull legged like a bull dog
You nah mean, uh, can i live?
To all the c-low champs, two green dice and one red
Stop the bank and roll head ya'll, can i live?
To all my niggas who drink hennesey straight
Cop mix tapes, and sell weight niggas

Verse 2: jay-z
I got the feds sendin me letters cause i'm schoolin the youth
But they can't lock me down cause my tool is the truth
Yeah i sold drugs for a livin, that's a given, why is it?
Why don't ya'll try to visit the neighborhoods i live in
My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central
Cops look you up more than try to defend you
I push you to the limit when i'm needin the wealth
And all i see is life's cycle just repeatin itself
Ran into shorty boppin down the ave, on the way to glock his magnum
He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said..

Memphis bleek:
Ayo there's money out there i've just got to have
When i catch up to these fiends, i'ma knock em on they ass
Not to brag, sometimes i look at my life and laugh
How i think about school and it taught me not to grab
When i back out, let one out, let the barrel turn
Holla at you faggots that it's block to burn
That credit, you dead it, i know heads getting annoyin
Knew all about a dope fiend before beaten down new goings
Flippin boyin, using the right cut
One thing that's fucked up is bad dope that i can't pump
This slab gotta re-up and re-bag
Blend it in with the raw, bubblin fast, cop more
Once i get it, i got it, i lock it
Nobody pop shit
Sellin twenty's on my block bitch on some black top shit
What you want nigga?, what you want nigga?
What you want, what you want nigga? can i live?

Chorus: jay-z
To all my niggas that hold coke in they bubble coat
Tryin to win with the construction timbs yo, can i live?
Ayo, esse, all my chicks that strip, booze
Go to the store with the dobbie pins still in
All my chicks with the credit card scams
Two kids, one job, and no man
All my chicks getting that washroom set with they welfare check
All my niggas rockin them fitted caps tryin to get in this rap, nah mean?
All my cats with open cases, big cars and no licenses
I like that shit, i see ya'll
All my niggas that say pause after they say some fucked up shit
Rock on, jigga shit, roc-a-fella forever, yo,

Jay-z:
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right? ha, i know
I know what y'all niggaz asking yourself
He gonna ever fall off?
No...

...lot of speculation
On the monies i've made, honeys i've slayed
How is he for real? is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers i've met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What's the position you hold? can you really match
A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-a-fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an o
For the millionth time askin me
Questions like wendy williams, harrassin me
Then get upset when i catch feelings
Can i get a minute to breathe? and in that minute you leave
While i'm looking at my rol' ice spinnin on my sleeve
Uggh, nice watch, do you really have a spot?
Like you said in friend or foe and if so, what block?
What you doin in l.a., with phillipinos and ese's
Latinos and cheve's, down by pico withh frederico
I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go
Now the question i ask you is how bad you want to know? blaow!

Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, how we do? what?
Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, how we do?

'98 primo remix and ain't nothing different
I don't kow what the hell niggas been snifin'
Jiggas still dippin chrome on the whips and
4 days out the week find me in the kitchen
Still in the game nigga, hooked like glue
Popie gave me one pie, but it cook like two
I'm a crook like you,
Cats around my way was buyin brand new whips and shit, what could i do?
Know when i'm supposed to style,
I'm the huster's poster child, rock lizards and crock-a-dile
Live ironic and what-not
Put all that ice on the face of a watch just to make it hot
Now you see me on them stages
Rocks in the air lookin' like blue lasers, never fool gazers
Act couragous, i smack 'em wit da two aces
Mack double one, nigga i'm troublesome
All i got for chicks hard dick and bubble gum
Flip bricks like fred, barney rubble and thum
It's the rock-a-fella click, what's fucked up wit' thum?
Not a damn thang nigga, we doin our damn thing.. blaow!!!
Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh, how we do? come on....

Radio announcer:
Sounds so beautiful, don't you agree ladies and gentlemen??
(music changes)

Jay-z:
Ha! well they call me jay-hovah cause the flow is religious
Ever since i was 16 i been holding digits
I'm seeing this industry clearer
As if i had coke in the trunk and cops in the rear mirror
I slow flows all to death, so ya'll ho's know whos best, jigga!!
The flow be ipendito, for the mama's i hable espanol nikito
O-et-te i got timing like a subway, now holla back ba-by
Uh-huh-huh jay-z, you motha fuckin right
In the darkest nights let off my gun for light
To guide ya'll through, show you how it's done
I'm the question and the answer like iverson
Jets be private ones, no gate to lift
So when i take flight it's from hanger 6
Bang wit this, wake up wit one in your brain
And the cocaine flows straight, numbin your pain
This ain't your speed young man, run in your lane
So i can come through doin a hundred and change
I put one in your frame picture that, who's runnin the game
Let's get to that i guess we one in the same, a million and one
Once again
Novacane flow, ho you ain't know
Like a balla in an impalla jigga remain low
Then i pop up and tear your block up and kick off like soccer
In a range rove twist ho's like ankles, till the next time poppa
I hit ya'll with a million more