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Intro - Hand It Down


Sorry boys..
but all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again
Lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy
All those new niggaz stop there
but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well
maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
New, IMPROVED Jay-Z
I quit
I'm retirin
Ain't enough money in THIS game, to keep me around
Sorry Big, I tried
Honest
Can't go with me on this ride though
I'm callin the shots
The bar's closing
Where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-a-Fella y'all
OKAY, I'M RELOADED!

"Bringin the drama"	"Tryin to come up in the game"
	"Marcy"
		"Had a couple of dollar signs to my name"
	"Roc-a-Fella y'all"
"One of the best!"
		"Waitin for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"

[Memphis Bleek]
Nah this ain't Jigga it's your lil nigga Bleek
Reportin to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all those
with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys
Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's
First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it
Niggaz tryin to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger
You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm tryin to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets
from sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bullshittin they'll kill you dead
One week of this hustlin brought a living room set
Went to ? D's, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little nigga
Nosy bitch from the third floor like "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees
Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm serious

		"Waitin for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"


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Hard Knock Life


Jay-Z:
Take the baseline out, uh huh
Jigga uh huh uh huh uh huh
Let it bump though

Annie Sample: 
It's the hard knock life for us (uh-huh)
It's the hard knock life for us
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!

Verse 1:
>From standing on the corners boppin
To driving some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
To dropping some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
>From the dope spot, where the smoke block
Fleeing the murder scene, you know me well
>From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when ya'll niggas know me to bail? Fuck Naw
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, Bust shots
And if you with me ma I rubbing your tits, and what not
I'm form the school of the hard knocks, we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it 50-50, uh huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh huh
Let's sip the Cris and get pissy pissy
Flow infinently like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby! 
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter nigga Volume 2, ya'll niggas get ready

Annie Sample: 
It's the hard knock life for us 
It's the hard knock life for us
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!

Verse 2:
I flow for those droned out
All my niggas locked down in the 10 by 4 controlling the house
We live in hard knocks we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have 'em back daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishing they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots
All my ballers that born to glock
Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not
I went from lukewarm to hot
Sleeping on foutons and cots, the king size, dream machines, the green fives
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down tight grill
I'm tight grill with the phony rappers you might feel we homeys
I'm like still you don't know me, shit
I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improving
I'm trying to murder everything moving, Feel Me!!

Annie Sample: 
It's the hard knock life for us 
It's the hard knock life for us
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life for us 
It's the hard knock life for us
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!! 

Verse 3:
I don't how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Gotta a lot of beef so logically I prey on my foes
Hustlin still inside of me and as far as progress
You be hardpressed to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and ya'll lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it till the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya nigga

Annie Sample: 
It's the hard knock life for us 
It's the hard knock life for us
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life for us 
It's the hard knock life for us
Steada treated, we get tricked
Steada kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!!

It's the hard knock life!!

It's the hard knock life!!


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If I Should Die


[Jay-Z]
Come on ... life ... death ... here ... gone ... Yo

If I should die don't cry my niggas
just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
get on my niggas when it's real
say word to Shawn my niggas
If I should die *echoes*

Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas
in the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
rocked jewels dropped school still didn't fail
rhymes still written well hold court in the street
never sit in the cell for a second then I'm gettin' my bail
shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck
sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me
everybody around us become one for that day
to live life get your shit right & play
Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that's ok
but life's short don't miss a day uhh

If I should die don't cry my niggas
just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
and when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
get on my niggas when it's real
say word to Shawn my niggas
If I should die ...

[Wais]
...don't cry my niggas
it's been one hell of a ride my niggas
say word to Wais my niggas
when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
just keep gettin' it on my niggas
say word is bond my niggas

I got a lot to look back on in '88
got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on
gettin' shorties like a thespian
had an episode with two lesbians got a fetish for that
drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks & pulled the root out
squeeze my whole clip to survive shootouts
been on both coasts fired all kinds of heat
probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets
I got dead mens to meet and questions to fulfill
like is that mystery God real?
and how was Kennedy killed? I ain't mad
I must've smoked a ton of reefer sipped Coronas
with Latifah broke the code of Geneva
I know when I reach the other side I'ma see the
cat I had beef with who blood remains on my sneaker
then it's on again if I could be born again
I live my life through my son
and tell him never have a friend
just family reincarnated I'll show him the time
that I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid
niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run thicker
never shed tears cry liquor my nigga

If I die don't cry my niggas
it's been one hell of a ride my niggas
say word to Wais my niggas
when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
just keep bangin' these songs my niggas
say word is bond my niggas
If I die ...

[Half Dead]
...don't cry my niggas
just stay gettin' high my niggas
don't wonder why my niggas
when I'm gone live on my niggas
just follow my path my niggas
say word to Half my nigga

I'm the aftermath of pleasure never die alone
born to live forever through life's struggles
I cut corners & took drastic measures
see you niggas life expire right in front of me
time could never mend what these cold streets
mentally done to me too often I close my eyes
and see my own coffin feelin' haunted ready to leave
this world that I'm lost in my only chance
to see the seeds I lost through abortion
when I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn
keep flossin' as long as my name
lives on what's most important
I'll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights
& I'd return on the 3rd like Christ
without my physical portion
my spirit a poltergeist for sure
I'll be back through the heist tomorrow
blood over y'all fake niggas door
What you thought? [huh] 
What you thought? [nigga]

If I should die don't cry my niggas
just stay gettin' high my niggas
don't wonder why my niggas
when I'm gone live on my niggas
just follow my path my niggas
say word to Half my nigga
When I die ...

[Wais]
...don't cry my niggas
it's been one hell of a ride my niggas
say word to Wais my niggas
when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
just keep gettin it on my niggas
say word is bond my niggas
If I die ...

[Jay-Z]
...don't cry my niggas
just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
and when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
get on my niggas when it's real
say word to Shawn my niggas
If I should die ...

...I'd tell Big they're still hearin' his songs
run into Pac ask him where we went wrong
tell him life is miserable when ya dealin' in the physical form
Is everything that's invisible gone?
I need to know will I still feel pain or will it be ironic?
Will I chill in the flames for all the ills of my brain?
Can I reveal the game to all the hustlers
trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place?
Can I puff cigars & drink Cristal?
If this is heaven to me is this considered heavenly?
Can I still touch lives answer they "whats & whys"
make sure everybody in my fam' clutch five?
If I should die...
... don't cry my niggas


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Ride or Die


I'm rollin with Roc-a-Fella man
Cause they got money man, heh heh

[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah
Yeah, Stevie J nigga
Y'all ready?  Yo, yo

How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
(repeat 3X)

Verse One: Jay-Z

Aiyyo fuck y'all, niggaz I crush y'all, rush y'all
with the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all
little motherfuckers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a Chrysler before, but I forgot?
The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
this nigga ready for war, well where that fool at?
I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them
Especially those that get fucked for they publishing, heh
Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get everytime I come through
Check your own videos, you'll always be number two
Niggaz talkin real greasy on them R&B records
but I'm platinum a million times nigga, check the credits
S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make YO' shit tighter
I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya
Take your little jewels and put the toast to niggaz like ya
You know what the fuck we do and why we done it
How I bring it to niggaz who, probably want it
Keep playin, you gon' find me in your lobby blunted
And I don't even smoke nigga, ain't no joke
Niggaz cat fightin with Jigga, kickin sneaky shit
Makin little tapes but keepin it secret
Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit
Now I don't know if you fuckin with Jigga
spittin that weak shit y'all

How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
(repeat 2X)

Yeah, yeah
Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Jigga's the Don, bitches scream "Jigga dandy,
dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm"
Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit and the charm
Bitch I'm tryin to tell you like Nichalous Bond
I'm a big cat, listen mami, can you dig that?
Cars, jewelry, homes, I did that
Oh's, shootouts, keys, I live that
Actresses, models, chickenheads, hit that
I get stacks and still I kick back
and run up on niggaz with the midac, where the shit at?

How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
(repeat 2X)

Time to seperate
the platinum from the white gold, right from the door
The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw
The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick
from the cats with the numbers, the five from the six
I got cop n crash money, pop the dash money
Press the button, alluva sudden, glock in the stash money
Beef with Jigga, watch yo' ass Money
It's El Presidente, top brass money
Now I don't flash the steel, I blast for real
My motto: you only good as the last nigga you kill
I'm here to snatch this meal, nigga that's for real
If you rollin with me grab the wheel, let's ride huh?

How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
Nigga ride or die or ride or die
(repeat 4X)


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Nigga What, Nigga Who (Originator '99)


[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH
Say what, say what?  Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch

	Nigga what, nigga who?
	Nigga what, nigga who?
	Switcha flow, getcha dough
	Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
	Switcha flow, getcha dough
	Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

[Jay-Z] 	--> first four lines overlap the section above
Can't fuck with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots runnin to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
I hate my high youth, no niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna fuck for free
Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it
inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion)

(Nigga what?)	Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?)	Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
	*repeat 3X*
(Nigga what?)	Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?)	Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z

[Jay-Z]
Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroll
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..
there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

Chorus (with variation in last line)

[Jay-Z]
Gotta friend that even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw
two at me I threw fo' back, hold that
Let the dough stack, way before Big had the gold Ac'
Dame had the Lex black
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed, where you rest at
I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through
with the glock jet black, you niggaz step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my niggaz we invented the shit
I can't be to the finish with this, The Originator, non greater
Jaz, so finish the shit

[Big Jaz]
Better learn, Jaz don't relax, stat ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator, say word to me
The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga
like a third degree, see me shine so bright
Nigga I'm my light, runnin all over with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop jerkin beef
Heavyweights type work to me
For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me
What?  Cut your face in like surgery
Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road
when you had to be in bed at the PM
Leave the info, Jaz on the seat, and then
forever touchin my workers beginnin you're endin
Nigga your style's no style my style's hostile
C'mon, faggot nigga down to take the gun home
O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!)

Chorus (with variations)

	[Amil-lion] * repeat to fade *
	Switcha flow, getcha dough
	Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
	Switcha flow, getcha dough
	Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe


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Money, Cash, Hoes


Jay-Z:

Turn the lights all the way
Turn the lights all the way down
What Uhhuh Yeah 
(Uhh)
Come on
Big flow
(GGRRRRRR)
Come on yeah come on 

Yo Yo J-A-Y- I flow sick
Fuck all yall haters blow dick
I spits the game those that throw bricks
Money cash hoes money cash sticks what
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since, lifes a bitch it maybe skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death 
Thats lifes a nick long as life prevent us 
We gone send a lot of pretty price for guiness
Fuck it
Ice the rest and raise the price on these niggaz
Yall cant floss on my level
I ll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture
If you get close enough you can read the scripture
It reads money cash hoes I heard it was that nigga what

Chorus: (repeat 2X)

Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH)
Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON)
Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT)

Flavors robust platinum and gold touch 
Yall rap now, fat money lets slow it up
Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck
Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what
Us the villain, fuck your feelings
While yall playa hate we in the upper millions
Whats the dealings (huh) its like we all have been soft 
Ever since Snoop came through and brushed the building
Im tryin to restore the feelings fuck the lord keep dealing
More money more cash more chilling
I know they gone criticize the hook on this song
Like I give a fuck Im just a crook on this song
Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world 
Shit I led a life you can write a book on
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street 
Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller

Chorus: (2X)

DMX:

D-M-X and my dogs bite
Jigga my nigga rhyme all night
Thugs for life one night with this rap shit
Let em know when I rip they know what ll happen 
When we clap shit
Actin like we owe em something
Then we show em something
Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something
Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood
Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food
And the only thing thats stoppin him is you 
Cuz the only thing that he ll be choppin is you
Topic include
Droppin a clue and the response from the street
This was one dog that loves raw meat
But gettin back to just cuz I love my niggaz 
I shed blood on my niggaz 
Let a nigga holler where my niggas
All Im a hear is right here my nigga 

Chorus: (2X)

Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh
Ruff Ryders
My nigga Swiss
Uhhuh uhhuh
Dont stop biatch
Uh
Uhhuh yeah 
Second game yo


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A Week Ago


[Jay-Z]	Uh-huh
[$hort] That's right
[Jay-Z] Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
[$hort] Last week I had everything
[Jay-Z] Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
[$hort] I had the money.. had the cars, the bitches
[Jay-Z] Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
[$hort] and the jewelry..
	and then my motherfuckin niggaz started snitchin
[Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh uh, yo
[$hort] Beyotch!

Verse One: Jay-Z

Growin up in the hood just my dog and me
We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see
Problems, I called on him, he called on me
We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P
Met him unlocked doors, off my keys
Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me
The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly
Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed
Used to call me from the joint til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I heard his name
I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
he's talkin reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?"
He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet cause you're home."
I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
The crackers up there bleachin your dome, you're reachin
I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on."
From there I sensed the beef was on
I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone
To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
Can't be too safe cause niggaz is two-faced
And they show the other side when they catch a new case
It's on

Chorus: Too $hort, Jay-Z

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin names
Uh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago)

Verse Two: Jay-Z

Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had more clientele
Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin for bail
Seventeen and I'm holdin on to around a mill
I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill
Had niggaz thinkin I was from Uptown for real
I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill
Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty
Freezin on them corners still holdin my crack
Lookin up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?
Came from flat broke to lettin the dough stack
You tell them feds I said I'm never goin back
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious

Chorus

Verse Three: Jay-Z

The lawyer I retained you said you leakin some things
All this after a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang
Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
we sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor
Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?
Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
and your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labelling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars

Chorus

[Too $hort]
Shit is crazy man
All these niggaz out here snitchin
We was one step away from takin this crack money
and recyclin it through the ghettoes
and buildin back up our own hoods
Now all you niggaz start snitchin on each other
I got partners doin 15-20
Wouldn'ta been doin SHIT
if you didn't snitch
Beyotch!
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all good
Shut your mouth
Just watch the game
And don't snitch
It sure will do a lot for you
Believe that baby
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it
Got it goin on
We got the money
Ain't got nuthin to do with crime baby
But I'm recognizing

[Jay-Z]
You rat bastard!


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Coming of Age (Da Sequel)


[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh yeah, gi-gi-geyeah
Time to come up, hold my own weight, defend my crown
Gots to lock it down and when they rush -- part two

[Bleek]	Cocaine whiter now
[Jay-Z]	Operation is sweet
[Bleek]	Whole game tighter now
[Jay-Z]	Movin a brick a week
[Bleek]	Plus a nigga price is down
[Jay-Z]	We them niggaz to see
[Bleek]	Time to start the arisin now
[Jay-Z]	I don't know what's wrong with Bleek

[Jay-Z]
It seems, I'm like Keenan, pickin up on the vibe
that he ain't too happy, I could just see it in his eyes
I don't know if it's the chicks or how we dividin the loot
Time to pay his ass a visit 'fore he decide to get cute
Jumped out like a star with the flavest car
Matchin the gator shirt, softer than my next door neighbors
These young niggaz think I fell out the loop
cause the last time they seen me hoppin, out the Coupe
I hopped out in a suit

[Memphis Bleek]
Look at this nigga Jay frontin tryin to take my shine
I didn't say this verbally, just had some shit on my mind
Plus I'm puffin like an ounce, more than I used to puff
Takin advice from these niggaz but they ain't used to stuff
They had me thinkin, "Shit, I'm the one that moved the stuff
while he drive around town in brand new Coupe's and stufF"
Swear to God, they had me practically hatin his guts
As he approached I spoke, "Jigga whattup?"

Chorus: Memphis Bleek

I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (what?) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine 
(uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)

[Jay-Z]
Look at that fake smile he just gave me, it's breakin my heart
Should I school him or pull the tools out and just break him apart
I felt his hatred it was harsh, 'fore this fakin shit start
I should take him in back of the building and blaze him

[Memphis Bleek]
Uh-oh, this nigga Jay he ain't slow, he musta picked up on the vibe
and had I, not been so high I woulda been able to hide
Tried to cover up myself, as I gave him a five
Hugged him, as if I loved him

[Jay-Z]
To the naked eye
It woulda seemed we was the closest, but to those that know us
could see that somethin was about to go down

[Memphis Bleek]
Stay focused
I'm tryin to concentrate, but it's like he's reading my mind
As if he can see through this fog and all this weed in my mind
Could he see I had plans on, bein the man
Ever since we first spoke and he put that G in my hand
And I gave it back to show him, I was down for the cause
As he approached ("Whattup Bleek?") and I paused..

Chorus: Memphis Bleek, Jay-Z

I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (what?) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine 

Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine
Time to change up, no more second in line
[Bleek]	Nine-eight, these streets is mine

[Jay-Z]
Right, yo we wild out in Vegas, styled on haters
Mouthed off at the cops, I done crammed every drop
Copped whips the same color, we tighter than brothers
with different fathers but same mothers, this life don't love us
So til death do us, I'm never breakin my bond
Nigga we Lex movers, V-12 pushers

[Memphis Bleek]
As I stand
One leg of my pants up, in a stance like, "Man what?"
I know these niggaz are peepin my mind cancer
But in time's the answer
Seems mind-blowin, this weed and Hennesey
Got my mind goin, trust me nigga, I'm knowin
Chicks used to ignore me, and my aunt sayin I need fifty
not sixty-forty

[Jay-Z]
Oh God, don't let him control y'all
Your gun is my gun, your clip is my clip baby

[Memphis Bleek]
Your fun is my fun (uh-huh) your bitch is my bitch
Any nigga tryin to harm Jay I'm feelin for you
I ain't only touchin you, I'm killin your crew

[Jay-Z]
Give it a year, you'll be sittin on a million or two
records sold nigga, perfect your roll, geyeah

Chorus: Memphis Bleek

I done came up (came up) put my life on the line
Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (change up) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine (what, geyeah geyeah)

I done came up (came up) put my life on the line
Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine
Time to change up (change up) no more second in line
Nine-eight, these streets is mine

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh)
Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine
Time to change up, no more second in line
Yeah, yeah
Coming of Age Two, brand new


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Can I Get A ...


[Jay-Z]
What?  Well fuck you... bitch

Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi
Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah

Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it!

Verse One: Jay-Z

Can I hit in the MORNING
without givin you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME?
If I couldn't get you finer things
like all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FOR
would you STILL ROLL?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DROPPIN?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya
see yourself with a nigga workin harder than 9 to 5
contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
do you need a BALLA?  So you can shop and tear the MALL UP?
Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA
If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo..

Chorus: repeat 2X

[Jay-Z]	Can I get a FUCK YOU
	to these bitches from all of my niggaz
	who don't love hoes, they get no dough
[Amil]	Can I get a WOOP WOOP
	to these niggaz from all of my bitches
	who don't got love for niggaz without doves?

[Amil]	Now can you bounce wit me, uhh
[Jay-Z]	Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
	Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil]	Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion
[Jay-Z]	Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil]	Uhh, yo bounce wit me
[Jay-Z]	Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil]	Yeah, uh-uh uh uh

Verse Two: Amil

You ain't gotta be rich but FUCK THAT
How we gonna get around your BUS PASS
Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache
Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny
Not the fussin and the frontin
If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
"Git Up, Git Out and get somethin"  Shit!
I like a, lot of P-rada, Alize and Vodka
Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up
Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My, coochie remains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance
HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdin, I dash yo

Chorus

[Jay-Z]	Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me
[Ja]	Uhh
[Jay-Z]	Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja]	Uhh!
[Jay-Z]	Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah
[Jay-Z]	Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja]	UHH!
[Jay-Z]	Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Ja]	Uhh!  Yeah

Verse Three: Ja (Rule)

It ain't even a question
how my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes
Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes
What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe
Bitches betta have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be diggin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred
Makin em feel, slutted even if they don't want it
It's been SO LONG
since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE
So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum
cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON
with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my bitches
VeVe, studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggaz
I'm talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us
If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked you

Chorus

[Jay-Z]
Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wit me
Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh
Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me
Geyeah


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Paper Chase


[Foxy Brown]
Uhh, uhh, uh-huh
Uhh (paper chase)
Bonnie n Clyde
Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin down
(gotta get that paper y'all)
That's right, uhh
(Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah
 Paper chase y'all, paper chase WHAT? Uh)

Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch
Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this bitch
Half a brick of yea, bout to lay down this bitch
(til November?)  Nah, I'm here to like slay down this bitch
What you think?  I don't wanna have to spray down this bitch
Call my whole team, from around the way down this bitch
I'm tryin to stay down this bitch, play down this bitch
Had a sound, so my nigga Jay drown the six
Roll the windows down and, weight round this bitch
But there's a couple things 'fore it's OK round this bitch
Gotta talk to the natives, let em know I'm here 
for all to get the paydays, first I line up all the haters
I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya
More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya
Money providentials hope that's not a problem for ya
If so, Jigga be here, day after tomorrow for ya (That's right!)

Chorus: Foxy, Jay-Z

[F]	Gotta get that paper dog
[F]	Gotta touch that, love that, paper dog, uhh!
[J]	Gotta get that paper dog
[J]	Gotta have that grab that paper dog!
[F]	Gotta get that paper dog
[F]	Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that
[J]	Gotta get that paper dog
[J]	When I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at?

[Jay-Z]
I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones
A down ass bitch and she down to click
Got a nice little hooptie that I get around with
And my plan is, not to leave this town til I'm rich
Gotta find a nigga sellin all them ounces and shit
Tell them get down with the click or get found in a ditch
See I drop down and strip, I turn around and spit
Not to hit em, just to let em know the sound of shit
Return later that evening in the club with Fox
And I got the snub nosed for those that love to box
I'm in search of them young niggaz that hug the block
all day, til it's like gray outside
Shoot dice talkin shit all day outside
And even when it's hot, they outside
Let em know, how it's gon' go, Bonnie n Clyde
And aiyyo, you will want me on your side

Chorus

[Jay-Z]
Yo, yeah, I got that stress and I got it the best
I ain't got it to give but I got it to test
And if you wanna get down, all you gotta invest
is your time, I gotta move this in a, week or less
For the next couple of days I brought her all I posess
The Rolex, necklaces with the VVS
Twin to drive in the passenger with a TV rest
For my top draft picks I cop the new GS
Now all the little soldiers wanna roll with my team
Cause I ain't sold em a dream, I just showed em the cream
Picked em up in the afternoons and told em some things
You know the regular shit you do when you moldin them teens
Yo, never lay your head where you holdin them things
From family, to your business, nothing goes in between
Never feared no man, put four in his Beem
Drop your gun then, blow the scene, ya heard me?

Chorus


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Resevoir Dogs


[Sheek]
Fuck -- shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX, takin the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo
Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
with no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola ?bid?
And walk the streets up in ? ? like I don't fuckin care
If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
when I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
and kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing

[Beanie Seagal]
Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
in case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heat
You really wanna test my name?  And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles
??Cut?? you up in your 'partment building, ??best of view??
? ? It's best for you to keep on walkin
Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct
Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

[Jadakiss]
Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin your pops
You feelin The LOX, nigga why you grillin The LOX
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
you gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin up, or headline
Doin the speed limit or pushin red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruffryder you heard?  We got the game mastered

	I told you the pain was comin
	You wouldn't listen
	You tried to play me like a joke?
	Now who got the last laugh?
	Now take these bullets with you to hell

[Sauce Money]
You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference?  Either way I'm stunnin your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose
Somethin to prove?  Spit it, we can have a sprayoff
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off
Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin
for you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

[Styles]
I don't give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin ? ? with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin backwards, just for practice
Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your casket
Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarella

[Jay-Z]
I know pop you can't stand us cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer?  Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range
Shit main, switch lanes
every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture?  Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses
We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic
Shit, beyotch!  What the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint


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It's Like That


[Jay-Z]

Yeah, un huh, watch this y'all, come on,watch this y'all, Jigga
Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea !

[Kid Capri}

It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z
Cause I'm Like That yo ! Cause I'm like that yo !

Verse One:  Jay-Z


As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist
Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain
And had to numb it with baste
Couldn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase 
I needed something to chase
Nowadays I throw shots back,leavin nothin to waste
Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place
Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past
I vowed to never stop winin, 'til the earth stop spinnin
Rock hot lenin, cop hot cars and hot women 
If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not remembering,
My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules,
I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it ?
I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood, 
If you ain't live like I live then run with the hood
I done what i could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still
Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if hell awaits ya ?
Nigga I'm coming with the razors, still flashin ya shit
Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist
Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game
This isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain
And burn, then I recycle my life
I shall return

Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z 

[Woman]

How tight is your flow ?

[Jay-Z]

Cause I'm like that yo !

[Woman]

How right is your dough ?

[Jay-Z]

Cause I'm like that yo !

[Woman]

How white is your blow ?

[Jay-Z]

Cause I'm like that yo !


[Woman]

Only writers you know 

[Jay-Z]

Cause I'm like that
 
Verse 2:  Jay-Z

I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump
Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump
Shit, I get digits in lumps, I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want
?
Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva,
And reefer paper, I hate the one's that blow up ya beeper
Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas
Inpregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers [ha ha]
Fuck hot my records got the fever
Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up
I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up
And shoes off, bout to snooze off
Hatin, cause you can't turn the booze off
You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you all
I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks
But, other than that I ain't even fucking with cats
Just me tied B.I., thug it like that, me,dame and biggs
What's fuckin with that ?
Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that
Other then a couple slugs in ya back,[huh huh]
Rappers y'all runnin around, like I won't gun ya down
Last nigga that fronted, two spun him around
Lord, except this offer here's somethin for your crown
I admit no malice, I just met his challenge, In one
 
Chorus : Repeat 3x

[Jay-Z]:  Repeat 2x til fade
          
Girls and guns, all i want
stock exchange, rocks and thangs


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It's Alright


Jay-Z:
Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball
Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss
It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back
Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke
Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc
It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, yeah yeah

I need a ho in my life to blow on my dice
So we can make our points twice and skate out a town
I need that glow in my ice, E-Class
Ladies screamin Jigga you know we ease that, flowin out like Jees-ass
Jay-Z and me holdin the mic
so when you like you find MC's so impolite
And me I'm so into nice, got cats on the corner like
Don't me and Jigga be flowin alike? 
Nah, Not in your life ain't nobody copin like
Mr. Jay-Z, shit you're crazy
I'm hot like the six maybe, Deep dish with the great seats
I flow greater than you're navigator
I drop in you're town, block you're data
Pimps all comin through with a hot pair of gators
And a crew with rocks the size of craters
Can't touch like hot potatoes, Ya Heard?

Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball
Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss
It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back
Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke
Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc
It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, Holla back

Memphis Bleek:
In the middle of a war rockin a vest
Who's the illest shorty alive, I confess
I take nine to the chest and I swear to the heaven sky's, I bless
The mics until the day I rest, till they can feel what I feel
I'ma try my best, and if you real like I real
you can provide the rest
Anything left out, you can blame it on the brain, not the heart
I'm playing my part, stretched out, just about the best out
Any nigga realer than me, is in a messhall with their chest out
Any rapper with less clout, sell more records than me
We extort them as soon as they record 'em,  Bleek
My name is clear, back when a shorty used to braid my hair
On the project stairs, Once I drop to a ceaser Ma I don't need ya
>From the block to the hot two-seaters 

Jay-Z:
Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball
Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss
It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back
Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke
Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc
It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright,   Check

On the two Jew-el's I blew more money than Latrell, who else?
They don't know you, think they know you too well, you jell
Like Flubber I hover above the city in a private jet, the livest set
Press you're brakes, Feds wanna investigate, Mr. I don't cop nothin
Less than eight, and anything involved with my name
Regardless of the fame
It's hard, I can't even walk through Harlem again,
Charge it to the game, I'm platinum like American Express
My boy died, and all I did was inherit his stress
To make every jam tougher, you ain't my man fuck ya
I suggest let you live right?  Negative, I swear
It's dough or die, I hope your soul provides you with an afterlife
Close you're casket tight
Take you're last two deep breaths and pass the mic 
To Jay-Z nigga, That's Right!!

Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball
Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss
It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back
Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke
Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc
It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright


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Money Ain't A Thang


Uh uh
So So Def
Yeah, yeah

Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z

[Jermaine Dupri]
In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes
With the top down screamin out
Money ain't a thang

[Jay-Z]
Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

[Jermaine Dupri]
Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
cause the money ain't a thang

[Jay-Z]
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

[Jermaine Dupri]
Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us
Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

[Jay-Z]
I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside
Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it
Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up
Multi til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and Jermaine Dupri got it locked crazy
Where you at haters?

Repeat 1

[Jermaine Dupri]
My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names
The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match
Cats say I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do
Get more burnt than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more
I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why?  Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing

Repeat 1

[Jay-Z]
Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction
Went from wholesome to Jigga, you owed some
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

[Jermaine Dupri]
Yeah, yeah, so let's play 
So what, you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gonna take a lot more to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at
I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game
Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

Repeat Chorus

So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is rock
Rock on


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22 Two's


*people clapping* 
Yo whassup everybody this is Mariah Davis, Mad Wednesday's 
we here tonight to have a good time ("Yo! Start the show! Start the show!") 
Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z 
Jay-Z, Dam Deass let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat 
Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle 
Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight 
[Jay-Z] 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X* 
Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again 
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X* 
Well I'm gone... check this out 
Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission 
Doin your best Jay-Z rendition 
Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions 
that you're just fishin to pull up sharks nigga, listen 
Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe 
I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady 
Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances 
Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is 
Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances 
No question; Jay-Z got too many answers 
I been around this block, too many times 
Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too 
To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together 
Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever 
I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine 
so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck 
That's 22 too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean? 
Shall I continue?  Check it out, what? 

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X* 
Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo 
Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya 
Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up 
Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin 
Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons 
If you could catch Jay right, on the late night 
without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right 
I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen 
adminster pain, next the minister's screamin your name 
At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket 
feelin sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin" 
You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty 
Mines thinkin longevity until I'm seventy 
Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what? 
Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me? 

("Oooooooooooh!") 

Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight) 
Now this is comin on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety-six 
(no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb 
But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know 
you've been havin a lot of problems with the law 
But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100% 
Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash 
Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime 
(Hah, thanks a lot) 
Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute 
Ace, turn that music down 
I smell some reefer, now you see? 
That's why, our people don't have anything 
Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly 
("Hey shut the fuck up!") 
Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up? 
Who told me to shut the eff up?  Get him out of here 
I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out 
Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech 
Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin 
We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own 
record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records ...


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Ain't No Nigga


[Jay Z] 
I keep it fresher than the next bitch 
no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch 
..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed, 
you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me, 
you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver 
you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride 
and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why 
you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me 
they conniving shit 
the first chance to crack the bank 
they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks 
and papayas, from the village to the tele 
time to kill it on your belly no question 
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence 
they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot 
mmet your death in less than 8 seconds 
still poundin in my after life.. 
laugin my shit is tight 
you who askin right... 
Chorus 
Aint no nigga like the one I got 
no one can fuck you betta 
sleeps around but he gives me alot 
keeps you in diamonds and leathers 
friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone 
hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha 
tell the freaks to find a man of there own 
(man a they own, man a they own) 

[Jay Z] 
Fresh to def in my skeeno 
coach bag lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks 
got you a beeper to feel important 
surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan 
I keep ya dove but love 
you know these ho's be makin me weak 
yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep 
Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in 
you can't change a players game in the 9th inning 
the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin 
so I run way the fuck up in em 
and wrinkle the face like linnin 
I play hard-eh till they say God.. 
he's keepin it real jigga stay hard 
lawd don't even trip 
I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get 
weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel 
when you nigga play sick we can all get ill 
-whats the deal- 

Chorus 

[Jay Z] 
Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie 
promise to stay monogamous, I try 
but love you know these ho's be makin me weak 
yall knows how is goes 'b so I stay deep 

[Foxxy Brown] 
What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes 
bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs 
makin this bitch, wifee nigga 
so when you flip that coke 
remember them days you was dead broke 
but now your style and I raised you 
basically made you into a don 
flippin weight..heroin and shit 
you know my pussy is all that 
thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that 
from doshay?????from H Im ringing bells 
so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators 
Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin 
on how I fuck the best a shit 
specially when Im flippin Baileys 
dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis 
I push disease, eatin shrimp diamond rocks larger than life 
fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was 
I got you frontin in Armani sweaters 
before this rap shit 
when you was in letters and bullshit berattas 
and eek classes with mo in the glasses 
shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's 
now all your mens' up in your benz's 
high post, I swear you be killin me 
playin inside my pubic hairs 
I never worry bout them other chicks 
cuz you proved who was your wiz 
when you was spinnin that bitch 
I took a little when you was up north 
your comisary stay pilin 
how you livin large on the island 
all them collects have me vex 
but when you come home 
knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks 
now we on the rise 
your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes 
holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit 
folks know I see half the dough 
make you wonder a star 
pushin hundred thousand dollar cars 

Chorus


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Bring It On


[Sauce Money] 
Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers 
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack 
Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change 
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker 
For real; with no trace of AIDS 
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga 
Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar 
Fuck a bitch D in the marked car 
We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen 
Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing 
You cling we do our thing and bring 
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing 
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin 
like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh 
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown 
Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino 
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full 
Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull 
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys 
with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese 
Said we was garbage, so fuck college 
Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars 
Star studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistols 
just to see my shit, discharge puss 
I drop the stellar, even acapella 
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella 

Chorus: Fat Joe 

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang 
And if not then let me do my thang 
(repeat 4X) 

[Jay-Z] 
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms 
in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah 
I cream, I diamond gleam 
High post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop 
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam 
Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans 
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene 
In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean 
Liason for days on in 
Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin 
Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow 
like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig' 
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo 
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto 
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson 
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano 
you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns 
horizontal, get your weight up, I am 
two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams 
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money 
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish 
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck... 

("Bring it on if you think you can hang..." --> Fat Joe) 

[Big Jaz] 
Money is power 
I'm into cheddick with facial credit 
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars 
Spread letters you move you're deadish 
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes 
You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal 
John Stockton couldn't assist you 
Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N. 
So what the fuck you doin? 
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished 
Spankin dollars with the commas 
bangin bitches out the Bahamas 
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather 
Fry hotter, you die gotta 
Fuck with me witness manana 
Absence of malice in my palace 
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous 
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance 
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me 
Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams 
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams 
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream 

Chorus 

"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe 
(repeat 5X)


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Brooklyn's Finest


[Jay-Z] 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Ay Yo peep the style and the way the cops sweat us 
The number one question is can the Feds get us 
I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters 
And niggas who pump wheels and drive Jettas, take that with ya 
[Notorious B.I.G.] 
Hit ya, back split ya, fuck fist fights and layin scuffles 
Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle 
Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle 
Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated 
Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related, most hate it 

[Jay-Z] 
Can't fade it, while ya'll pump willy, I run up and stunt silly 
Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me 
But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli 
Squeezed off on him, let the paramedics breath all soft on him 
What's ya name? 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 
Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra 
Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet 
Tryin to put 700's, they ain't made them yet 
Rolex and bracelets is frostbit 
Rings too, niggas round the way call me Igloo, Stick who? 

Chorus: Jay-Z 

What, what, what, Jay-Z, Big Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers 
Brooklyn represent ya'll hit, ya fall 
Ya crazy, think a little-bit of rhymes can play me 
I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, your JV 

(Jigga) Jay-Z 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 
Nigga baby, My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious 
Delicious, Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches 
From 62 gem stars, my moms dishes 
Gram choppin, police van dockin, D's at me doors knockin 

[Jay-Z] 
Keep rockin, No more Mista Nice Guy 
I twist ya shit the fuck back with the pistols 
Blazin, hot like cajun, hotter than leaving holding work at the Days Inn 
With New York plates outside, get up outta there, fuck the ride 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 
Keep ya hands high, shit gets steeper 
Here comes the Grim Reaper 
Frank Wright need the keys to your Integra 
(That's right) 
Chill homie, the bitch in the Shownies told me 
Your holding more drugs than a pharmacy 
You ain't harmin me, so pardon me 
Pass the safe before I blaze the place and hit six shots just in case 

Chorus 

[Jay-Z] 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, for nine six, the only MC with a flu 
Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what your tryin to do 
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron 
Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms 
Stay out the way from heron 
(Clear) gone 

[Notoriuos B.I.G.] 
Nea Gutter had two spots 
The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops 
Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin Too Hot 
If Faith had twins, she'd probably have two Pac's 
Get it, Tupac's 

[Jay-Z] 
Time to separate the pros from the cons 
The platinum from the bronz 
And butter soft shit from the leather on the Fonz 
The S1 diamond from my eye class don 
A Chan Don sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh 
Brook Na, sippin on 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 
Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather 
The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans 
Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya 
Mad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya 

Chorus


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Can I Live


Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella 
We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know? 
Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness 
Sort of a desperation 
Through that desperation, we 'come addicted 
Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin 
But we feel we have nothin to lose 
so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right 
What do you bring to the table? 
While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely 
my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me 
I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be 
Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet 
I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days 
a brother gotta admire from four fiends away 
My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine 
til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie 
At the time it never bothered me, at the bar 
gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me 
lack of respect for authority, laughin hard 
Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief 
I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation 
for dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly 
The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in 
No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William 
Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light 
channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic 
Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia 
I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure 
Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily 
explain why we adapt to crime 
I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it 
Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it 
Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend 
Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin 
The INXS rental, don't be fooled my game is mental 
We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into? 
Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables 
meet me by the one that starts a G up 
This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up 
And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas 
Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live? 
Can I live? 

My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle 
like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you 
Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me 
commit atrocities like we got immunity 
You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods 
Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease 
we buy the whole care, as you should 
My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE 
on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient 
When it balls to steam, it comes to it 
we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this 
True this, history school us to spend our money foolish 
Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders 
I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist 
Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of 
gettin cream let's do this, against T-D-S 
So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me 
stressed right?  Can I live? 
Can I live? 
Can I live? 
Can I live? 
Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all


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Can't Knock the Hustle


I'm makin short term goals,whonder whether foes 
just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold 
chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy 
high stakes, i got more at stake than philly 
shoppin sprees, copin three, duece fever i guess its fully loaded, 
ah yes, 
bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha 
50 g's to the crap shooter, 
niggas can't fade me 
chrome socks beamin, through my periphial i see ya schemin 
stop dreamin',i leave ya body steamin 
niggas is feenin, whats the meanin 
i'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine-in 
my cuff runnin over with hundreds 
im one of the best niggas that done it 
six digits and runnin, 
y'all niggas don't want it 
i got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco 
swear to god, don't get it fucked up 
Mary j. blige(chorus) 

takin out this time 
to give you a piece of my mind 
(cause you can't knock the hustle) 
but though you think you are 
baby one day you'll be a star 

that scene out of state where i drop my slang 
i'm deep in the south kickin up top game 
bouncin on the highway switchin 4 lanes 
screamin through the sun roof money ain't a thang 
your worst fear confirmed, 
me and my fam roll tight like the firm 
gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn 
why play with fire, burn 
we get together like a choir 
to acquire what we desire 
we do dirt like worms 
produce g's like sperm 
til legs spread like germs 
i got extensive hoes, with expensive clothes 
and i sip wine, and split ends exposed 
but y'all don't know...... 
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, 
cause you can't knock the hustle 

Mary J.Blige 

but until that day then 
i'm the one whose crazy 
cause thats the way ya makin me feel 
(cause you can't knock the hustle) 
i'm just tryin to get mine, 
i don't have the time 
to knock the hustle for real 

y'all niggas lunchin, punchin a clock 
my function is lo make much 'n' lay back munchin 
sippin remy on rocks, my crew 
somethin to watch nothin to stop 
un... 
...stoppable 
scheme on the ice, i gotta hide your crew 
i gotta 
let you niggas know the time like movado 
my motto, 
stack rocks like colorado 
bottle off the champagne, cristals by the bottle 
its a damn shame what ya knot though 
me 
slick like i got though (who?) 
fuckin Jay-Z 
pops knew exactly what he did when he made me 
tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what 
straight banana's 
can a nigga, see me 
got the US Open, advantage jigga 
serve like sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus 
(netigra???), son you're to eager 
you ain't havin it? good, me either 
lets get together and make this whole world believers 
at my araignment, screamin 
all these blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even 
thievin, as long as i'm breathin 
can't knock the way a nigga eatin 
fuck you even 

Mary J. Blige 

takin out this time 
to give you a piece of my mind 
but though you think you are 
baby one day you'll be a star 
but until that day then 
i'm the one whose crazy 
cause thats the way ya makin me feel, 
i'm just tryin to get mine, i don't have the time 
to knock the hustle for real


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Cashmere Thoughts


[Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah 
What it is player? 
 You player, it's all about you 
How you gon' say that man 
If I had your hand I'd turn mine in 
 Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off 
Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealin that hoe money 
You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money 
 Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch 
 this this is what you tell her 
 Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot 
 Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot 
[Jay-Z] 
Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry 
like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin 
Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen 
Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women 
Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar 
Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December 
Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere 
chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs 
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets 
Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth 
I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned 
Cause all beef return well done filet mignon 
The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I 
yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro 
As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough 
Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe 
I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol 
Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal 
The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb 
then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite 
I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole 
I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know 
From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary 
From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now 
notice, the child swift like a locust 
Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it 
Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero 
Worn da red eye, yet I, still feel the need to be fly 
I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin 
You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet 
I never cry if I did I'd cry ice 
From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice 
Life's short, so play hard and stick hard 
and the only time you love em is when your dick hard 

 Whoooh!  That's cashmere baby 
Nah, you know, that's just laid back man 
 Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z 
Yeah baby 
 Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be 
Cashmere baby 
 Don't get no hotter than that 
Sho' you're right 
 Them niggaz know 

Check it out, check it out 
Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin 
Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in 
I gotta keep your tricks intact 
Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man 
The star player, the golden bar layer 
The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right 
I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night 
Go tell your peeps dawg I'm lethal til it ain't right 
I pimp hard on a trick, look 
Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your


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Coming of Age


[Jay-Z] 
Yeah... 
Come experience... life as we know it 
As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah 
Place, Marcy, Brooklyn 
Actions... well, y'all know the actions 
Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks 
He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock 
He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin 
to honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and 
I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils 
He wanna, run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal 
I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear 
then it's just enough for re-up again 
I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's 
to Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace 
That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael 
where I'm from, just them niggaz who banned from a gun 
We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green 
I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen 
Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone 
That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on 

Chorus: Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek 

It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) 
Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) 
It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot) 
Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) 

[Memphis Bleek] 
I'm out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up 
in the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name 
I'm out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better 
like my man reclined in plush leather seats 
He's sellin weight, I'm sellin eight... balls 
sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all 
I ain't gon' sweat him I'ma let him come to me 
If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see 
I'm tired of bein out here round the clock 
and breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay 
I'm stayin fresh, so chickens check 
I'm tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes to the Jets 
Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum 
and stunned I'm waitin for my day to come 
I got the urge, to splurge, I don't wanna lifetime sentence 
just give me the word 

Chorus 

[JZ] Hey fella I been watchin you clockin 
[MB] Who me holdin down this block it ain't nothin 
     You the man nigga now stop frontin 
[JZ] Hahahh I like your style 
[MB] Nah, I like YO' style 
[JZ] Let's drive around awhile 
[MB] Cool nigga 
[JZ] Here's a thou' 
[MB] A G?  I ride witchu for free 
     I want the longterm riches and bitches 
[JZ] Have it all; now listen to me 
     You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame 
     Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit the same 
[MB] On the low? 
[JZ] Yeah, the only way to blow 
     You let your shit bubble quietly 
[MB] AND THEN YOU BLOW! 
[JZ] Hey keep your cool 
     The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand 
     Then you play your cards 
[MB] Then he through dealin I understand 
[JZ] Don't blow your dough on hotties 
[MB] The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts 
     and won't break em for nobody! 
[JZ] Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you can start 
[MB] From now until death do us part... 

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Dead Presidents II


Who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers 
Stack jettas forever, live treacherous all the etceteras 
To the death of us, me and my confidants 
Ya shine, ya feel the ombiants, ya'll niggas just rhyme 
By the ounce doe accumulates like snow 
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show 
Ya feel me, factions from the other side would love to kill me 
Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat 
Fuck em, we hate a nigga lovin his life 
In all possible ways, know the feds is buggin my life 
I spent all days reflecting when my man laid up 
On the uptown high block he got his side sprayed up 
I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back 
Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back 
That made him smile though his eyes said pray for me 
I'll do you one better and slay these niggas faithfully 
Murder is a tough thing to die, just 
It's a slow process, and I ain't got nothing but time 
I had near brushes, not to mention three shots close range never touched me 
Divine Intervision can't stop I, from drinkin my ties with ty ty 
Down in Nevada, ha ha, bye bye 
Word Life, I dabbled in crazy weight 
Without rap, I was crazy straight 
Potna, I'm still spendin money from '88 
Chorus 

Know what, I'll make you and your wack mans fold like bad hands 
Roll like Monopoly, advance you copy me 
Like white crystal I gross the most in the end of the fist full year 
Than these niggas can wish to 
The dead presidential 
Canidate with the spankles and the presidental ice that'll offend you 
In due time when crime fleas my mind 
All sneak thieves and playa hatas can shine 
But untill then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shining real yen 
I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in 
Long as the villian win 
I spend your pen yen to ten major events 
Catch me in the joints, convince my iguanas is biting 
J-A-Y hyphen, controling, manipulating 
And I got a good life man, pounds and pence 
Enough dollars make sense, while you ride the bitch 
Catch me swinging for the Feds 
Dead Presidents, ya know 

Chorus 

So be it, The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow 
You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy doe 
Mic machete's your flow, your paper falls slow like confetti 
Mines a steady grow, bet he glow 
Pay five then if it blow, better believe I have eleven sixty to show 
My doe flip like Tae-Kwon, Jay-Z The Icon 
Baby, you like Don, make be this Cristal's to change your life on 
Roll with the winners, heavy spenders like hit records: Rockefella 
Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected 
from chips to chicks just drivin a Lexus 
Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung 
We cake and you niggas is fake and we gettin it done 
Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z 
And you fake thugs is unplugged like MTV 
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure 
Dead Presidentials, Politics as usual, Bla-ouw! 

Chorus


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D'Evils


This shit is wicked on these mean streets 
None of my friends speak 
We're all trying to win, but then again 
Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too much 
You know they're trying to get you touched 
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the 
mechanics 
And the workings of the underworld, granted 
Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive 
I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot 
Life ills, poison my body 
I used to say 'fuck mic skills,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to 
Gotti 
That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it 
Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz 
I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on 
all the evils that the game'll do 
It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us 
And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils... 
We used to fight for building blocks 
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing 
The closest of friends when we first started 
But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted 
Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers 
He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother 
My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese 
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties 
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced 
So I kept feeding her money 'til her shit started to make sense 
Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties 
now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleep 
All the years we were real close 
Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were still 
close 
Don't cry, it is the (beat?) 
In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils... 

My flesh, no nigga could test 
My soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses 
The exorcist, got me doing skits like Homie 
You don't know me, but the whole world owe me 
Strip! 
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fucking life 
So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice 
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly 
But now this higher learning got the Remy in me 
Liquors invaded my kidneys 
Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me 
I can't be held accountable, D'Evils beating me down, boo 
Got me running with guys, making G's, telling lies that sound true 
Come test me, I never cower 
For the love of money, son, I'm giving lead showers 
Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to die 
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'Evils ...


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Feelin It


Chorus: 
I'm feelin it fill the glass to the top with Moet 
Feelin it feel the Lex pushin up on the set 
I'm feelin it through the high that you get from the lie 
Feelin it if you feel it raise your l in the sky 
Verse 1: 

I keep it realer than most I know your feelin it 
Cristal on ice I like those toes I keep spillin it 
Bone crushers I keep real close I got the skill for this 
On my back the fliest clothes lookin ill and shit 
Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a bitch 
And then you die but for now life close your eyes and feel this dick 
Since diapers had nothin to live for like them lifers but 
Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher 
We paid the price to circular success they turned my mic up 
I bout to hit these niggas that'll light they life up 
If every nigga in your clique is rich your clique is rugged 
Nobody before cause everyone would be each others crutches 
I hope you fools choose to listen I drop jewels bust it 
These are the rules I follow in my life you gotta love it 
Jiggy jigger lookin gully in the joint 
If y'all niggas ain't talkin 'bout large money what's the point? 

(Chorus) 

Verse 2: 

Even if it ain't sunny hey I ain't complainin 
I'm in the rain doing a buck 40 hydroplanin what shorty 
(Where you disappear son?) 
Maintainin puttin myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in 
I'm livin the ill streets blues got you hunger painin 
Nothin to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin fool 
I'm thorough in every boro my name be ringin 
Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and 
Ya Feelin it? to all the girls I bought the girdle to conceal my bricks 
No doubt  they can vouch my life is real as shit 
95 south and poppy on the hill and shit 
And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed wit shit 
And all the thorough ass niggas that I hustle wit 
Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit 
These fake rappers cant really know I'm lovin it ya feelin it 

(Chorus x2) 

Verse 3: 

What y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay high? 
The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch 
I keep it tight for all the nights my mom prayed I'd stop 
Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot 
Those nightmares mom 
Those dreams you say you got give me the chills 
But these mils make me hot y'all feel me 
Enough to stop the illin right? 
But at the same time these dimes keep me feelin tight 
I'm so confused 
OK I'm gettin weeded now I know I'm contradicting myself 
Look I don't need that now 
It just once in a blue moon when there's nothin to do and 
The tension's too thick for my sober mind to cut through 
I get disownin me and the chick goin to the island we're bonin 
I free my mind sometimes I here myself moanin 
Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone man 
It got me goin shit 

(Chorus x3)


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Friend or Foe


Check one check two, you know what to do 
primo, cold crush when i give it to you 
friend or foe yo, state your biz 
ya tend to dough, ah , there it is 
me, i run the show, oh, and these kids 
don't like nobody commin around here fuckin wit they doe for shit 
you enterprisin though, 
and i like it 
but fuck with the big dogs though, i gotta bite ya, 
look, its out of my hands 
and you gettin money round here, its not in the plans 
so hop yo ass out of that van, head back to kansas 
i'm sendin niggas back up in campuses 
chance is slimmer than that chick in calvin klien pantses 
let me guess, they said it was money round here 
and the rest is me stoppin you from gettin it, correct? 
sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel 
i'll take care of that , you'll see, now please 
 give me the room key 
you're twitchin, don't do that, you makin me nervous 
my crew, well, they do pack, them niggas is murderous 
so would ya, please put your hand back in sight 
they don't like to see me nervous you can understand that, right? 
you draw, better be picasso, y'know the best 
cause if this is not so, ah, god bless 
you leave me no choice, i leave you no voice 
believe me son i hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done 
now calm your boys, 
cause i'm findin it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise 
get the point, i'll let ya go, 
before ya leave,i guess i aughta let you know, i need those keys 
and promise you never, no matter the weather 
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Politics as Usual


You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me 
skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin 
No waitin I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan 
Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to 
hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble 
kids stop they greetin me, I'm talkin sweet to keys 
Cursin the very God, that bought this wreath to be 
My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices 
and fools that think I slip, you fuck around 
you get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy 
on some I-do-or-die shit, for real 
The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and 
just think, with this here, I'm tryin to feel made nig-ga 
Politics as us-ual... I took my 
Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some 
VS somethins I can live with, stop frontin 
And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised 
No disrespect to you, make sure you word is true 
I'm takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson 
have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off 
You ain't seen money in your life, when it 
comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice 
A smokin bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes 
The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos 
My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please 
Ten year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used 
with the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face 
youse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga 

Politics as us-ual... 
You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin 
Low in the leather Zion, the best that's ever came 
The game changes like, my mind just ain't right 
We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your night 
Suckin me in like a vacumn, I remember 
tellin my family I'll be back soon, that was December 
Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later 
got me wise still can't break my underworld ties 
I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot 
Got matchin VCR's, a huge Magnavox 
to nitch, green like spinach pop wines that's vintage 
It's a lot of big money in my sentence 
Hittin towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that 
chick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat 
Ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin 
the drawers from droppin, the law from watchin, I hate em 

Politics as us-ual


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Regrets


Stress 
Sunshine, geyeah 
I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person 
I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsin 
with my peoples high to GM, from a remote lo-cation 
in the BM, scopin the whole situation like, "Dayamm!" 
Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am 
but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean 
It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul 
are half closed, I put the key in 
Pulled off slow, hopin my people flee-in 
Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in 
Coppers was watchin us through nighttime binoculars 
This time they got us on tape, exchangin dope for dollars 
Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna 
Prayin my people bailed out like Time/Warner 
Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner 
Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner 
Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind 
How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets 
This time... stress... givin this shit up... fuck 

Chorus One: 

This is the number one rule for your set 
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets 
On the, rise to the top, many drop, don't forget 
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets 
This is the number one rule for your set 
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets 
And through our travels we get seperated, never forget 
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets 

As sure as this, Earth is turning souls burning 
in search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction 
My moms cryin cause her insides are dyin 
her son tryin her patience, keep her heart racin 
A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit 
but it's this game love, I'm caught up all in it 
They make it so you can't prevent it, never give it 
you gotta take it, can't fake it I keep it authentic 
My hand got this pistol shakin, cause I sense danger 
like Camp Crystal Lake and 
don't wanna shoot him, but I got him, trapped 
within this infrared dot, bout to hot him and, hit rock bottom 
No answers to these trick questions, no time shit stressin 
My life found I got ta live for the right now 
Time waits for no man, can't turn back the hands 
once it's too late, gotta learn to live with regrets 

Chorus Two: 

You used to hold me, told me that I was the best 
Anything in this world I want I could posess 
All that made me want is all that I could get 
In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets... (when I was young) 
(repeat 2X) 

I found myself reminiscin, remember this one 
when he was here he was crazy nice with his son 
I miss him, long as I'm livin he's livin through memories 
He's there to kill all my suicidal tendencies 
In heaven lookin over me, or in hell, keepin it cozy 
I'm comin life on these streets ain't what it's supposed to be 
Remember Newton, mutual friend well me and him feudin 
On your life I tried to talk to him 
But you know niggaz, think they guns can stop foe niggaz 
Frontin like they're, Big Willie but really old niggaz 
Hoe niggaz, this year I'm sho' niggaz think I'm slippin 
I'm bought to send you a roommate, no bullshittin 
for my hustle's goin too well to hit him 
You was right niggaz want you to be miserable wit em 
Anyway, I ain't tryin to hear it, I think I'm touched 
this whole verse I been talkin to your spirit, a little too much 

Chorus One: repeat 2X 

Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A-Fella y'all


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