[Tone aka Trackmaster]
So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats
Be making those hits, ya know
So I told her my name, My name is Tone
She said "Town!!"
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me

[R. Kelly]
TRACK-MAS-STER

[Jay-Z]
We see you Tone
Tone the referee
We see you, baby

[R. Kelly]
C'mon Shorty
That nigga Hov

[Jay-Z]
Holla

[R. Kelly]
Yall niggas don't understand

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh, they dont understand
Flow for'em
No lemme sing for em
Just sing for'em

[R. Kelly]
Check It
Mr. Kell
Its like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lips
Running ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
Then roll around with yo cheeesseee
Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits
Thug ass nigga, on some,  R&B Shit
Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich
And, For those of you who don't like it, yall can suck my "Uhhhh!!"
These honies to my suite like I'm, the Pidi piper
Body ass, hitin high notes, like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like "Wooooooo", and I be like "Wooooooo"
When her tides got high, fuck it Ima Don
Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I'm bout to come
Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I's 
Said I wouldn't mention Sisqo, fuck he's a bum
Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook
You be like, what the fuck was that
Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
Nigga yall best shit can't even fuck with our demo's
Shorty

[Chorus] 2x
From New York on to L.A. (Shorty)
Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty)
Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty)
We know chicks all around the world (Shorty)

[Jay-Z]
Shorty, what yo name is?
Shorty, who yo man is?
C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane
Like a old man, you know who game this is, Young Hov
Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll
I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday
Back to L.A.
This aint rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal
In three hours ma the streets will be ours (Wooooooo)
Shorty, I got something for you, Wouldn't give a chick a dime before
but now I wanna spoil you
Shorty, The trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot
How bout I do a helipads on the roof top
Shorty, Ya hella rag, your my rock star Shorty
Heres my number shit, you don't gotta to call me
Shorty

[Chorus] 2x

[R. Kelly]
I'm chillin in my 4.6, at the light
5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night
And, Plus I'm high, but it aint over
4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover
Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa
For all you R&B so called playas, I'm bout to coach ya
Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha
Tounge all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her
Its The Best Of Both Worlds, stickin ya in the "uhhhhhh!!"
Put ya hands up like it's money in the air
We bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade
So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade
To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades
In a nice crib, word up,  drinking the Maid 
On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel
R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the mizel's

[Chorus] 2x

Shorty

Shorty

[Jay-Z]
Uh, its the boy Jay-Z, and the boy R. Kel
The best of both worlds, please believe it
Brookland, Chi-Town, to all the beautiful ladies in the world
Dedicated to TT my niece, everybody in the world, talk to 'em Kel
That's right, Tone this is mean and vicious man, so mean and vicious
Rockland, Roc-a-Fella, the best of both worlds, come on

[Jay-Z]
Lord forgive me I'm ballin' out of control
Got the spirit of a hustler pouring out of my soul
Mami I love you but ain't no stopping my stroll
If you wanna be down with me you gotta rooolll
Like a roll and if my side of the bed gets cold
You gotta know that I'm out chasin' doooough
I'm ain't stunting these hoes
Stunting my growth if I fuck 'em I'm fleeing them
I need something to hold
Then I'm home to you
I might roam like a cellular phone
But I never leave you alone I
Solemnly swear, I was married to the block before I met you
It's still a part of me there but I
Solemnly swear, I try but it's in my blood
Pumping yay since I was yay high
I'm in love with the life
So except me for the bastard that I am
You're still in love with me right?

[Chorus]
Baby I can't figure it out
Said you pussy tastes like honey
But I can't stop huggin' the block
All night tryna get this money

Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Two main squeezes in separate cities
Both found out man, shit ain't pretty
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Hard to choose between her and these streets
Cuz the game keeps calling me

[Jay-Z]
Baby girl had me off my grind, off my clock
I would often find I was off my block
Couldn't keep her off my mind, my balls were shot
They never thought that a pause or stop
Was in my pores to push rock raw
Take a lost rebound like Bo Outlaw, I'm so outlaw
Got a hunger for this game, but keep that on the low
Like a one against the grain
Got the sun against my brain
A girl in my ear
I like her for her
I'm a dig into this shit, I like it like I like her
Sometimes I can't figure it out
I'm in love with the life but she's sticking it out
She know wanna hug kisses keep a nigga in the house
Lock down while his niggas is out (out)

[Chorus] 2x

	Dear God.. how can I explain myself?
[J] Oh God bless me indeed
	When I'm so confused
[J] Enlarge my territory
[J] Place your love and protection over me at all times
	Help me!
[J] Keep me away from evil
	Somebody answer me! {*echoes*}
[J] Allow me not to cause pain

[Jay-Z]
Police in the background, screamin put the thing down
That's how hard I was trying to put my thing down
Si-rens ringin out, old ladies screamin out
All this attention for me and I'm barely sixteen now
.. it's feelin like a dream now
Handcuffed, roughed up, I'm tossed in the bing now
I'm lyin next to fiends now, that's the end of the story
Let me bring y'all niggaz back to the very first scene now
December 4th, a child is born
Before I knew it, had my pops trousers on
That's how we do it when the man of the house is gone
You either, stand or fall, I chose to stand
The hawk outside, so I blow my hand
It's a cold cold world but I overstand
Tryin to stay focused but I feel hopeless damn
Can't cope with bein broke, I'm a man - c'mon

[Chorus]
Son don't let these streets, get the best of you
I will be right by your side, when you goin through
Son just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
Just don't let it (just don't let it)
.. get the best of you

[R. Kelly]
Late one night I was, rollin the streets
Just, thinkin about what's goin on with me and
trapped in this thug life, tryin to break free but
this thug life just keeps callin me
I'm livin life way too dangerously
I'm drownin in my misery
Looked in the mirror, there's my enemy
Cause poppa never was a part of me
Take one step at a time, mama said
Sweet memories still remain in my head
All of my life been lied to, misled
Voices be like, "Don't you wish you was dead?"
No ground to place my feet
I feel the fire under me
A way out is all I need
Somebody, answer me!

[Chorus] 

[Jay-Z]
Now the only thing left is more spirit to roam free
.. cause ain't no goin home for me
It's a cold cold world but I blew my hand
A true first cause I knew that man
I knew what he would do if I didn't draw first
And I couldn't stand the thought of my momma steppin foot inside a church
All I try to do is try to get up out the dirt
Guess he's tryin to do the same, told me get up out his turf
I wanted to talk to him, but that shit'd never work
We was cut from the same cloth and what was under his shirt was his
momma's rent, his young brother's clothes
My nephew's food, and with that I suppose
.. and with that I froze
Now my life is frozen in time behind these iron folds
And this story is told, for young soldiers
who never choose the life we chose

[Chorus] 

[R. Kelly]
Tears in my eyes as I look up, I'm tryin to
hold back my pride but reality is screamin
Gotta get a job cause mo-mma also screamin
Streets are just like drugs, and it's like I'm out here fiendin
Forget all the hits in the industry, cause
ain't no exceptions in this game for me, look
Neither God or my enemies, I
choose God cause he understands, this
young man with a thuggish heart
Whole world in his hands but still torn apart
Like I'm so close, but it's still so far
Nightmares of me in a swervin car, ohhh
No ground to place my feet (my feet)
I feel the fire under me (heyyy)
A way out is all I need (all I need)
Somebody, answer me!

[Chorus]

[J] The sixty second assassin
[R] TrackMastahhhhhhhhhs
[J] Turn that music up!
[R] Rocklaaaaaaaaand
[R] Hovahhhhhhhhh
[J] Woo!  Yes, yes

[R. Kelly & Jay-Z]
Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)
Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh)
Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)
Drink that glass of Cris' (that's right)
Somebody's girl is at this party (uh)
Sittin in V.I.P.
Somebody's girl (yeah) is at this party (that's right)
And she's comin home with me

[Jay-Z]
Ummmmmm.. I don't mean no harm
But your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' arm
Got all the young ladies wanna lean on him
And I don't turn them away, I'm like - bring them on
Now - where's her man is not my concern
It's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin to hurry her out
Clear her whole area out
And bring this whole party little nearer to my house
Now - where's her spouse?  I don't know
So, I don't ask, I don't probe
I just - get in 6, get out on Rov'
Let her, sip on Cris', go out on tours
Now - back at the lab, I'm actin bad
Cause the, pool is warm, a booze is on
Just a - select few, the fools are gone
It's slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on

[Chorus]
Somebody's girl is at this party
Shakin that ass to this
Somebody's girl is at this party
Drink that glass of Cris'
Somebody's girl is at this party
Sittin in V.I.P.
Somebody's girl is at this party
And she's comin home with me

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rock
Hardhead, go through walls like sheet rock
And she's comin with me, when the beat stop
When the party is done, I party with hon
Now - is it my fault you neglect your broad
and she wanna party with me, no ex at all?
No ex-boyfriend, no ex involved
Just the highway exit that we exit off
And I - fall back, I let her talk
I inquire sometime, I admire her mind
I - like her wit, I'm lovin her shoes
I'm a alternative rap, I'm playin the blues
I'm a thorough street nigga never breakin the rules
And her man's shortcomin is turnin me into somethin
that of which she has never seen
So she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
The moral of the story if you love your bitch
you better - hold your hoe, hug your bitch
You better - slow your roll, trick some bread
When she wanna go out, you like Craig and 'em said
"See ya when I see ya," now she's callin me up
And I'm like, "Geah, of course I wanna chill"
Now she with the real, and you all fed
Like, "I'ma crack her motherfuckin fo'head!"

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Man, they go and tell me like
you never know who your true friends until you ah umm
both got a little bit of money
I mean cause y'all both broke
then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke
And if you got money and he ain't got no paper
He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you
When y'all both get some paper, you'll see

[R. Kelly & Jay-Z]
We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same schemes (mm)
We even sold to the same damn fiends (how real is dat?)
Ain't no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't personal

[Jay-Z]
Look, I'm a grown man dog
And I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'all
I know when I first started it was crazy to y'all
"He's gon' start his own label, he'll never be able"
Well, nigga you've been wrong before
And you'll be wrong again if you bet against him
We move through the hood like identical twins
But it just so happen that a nigga made it rappin
You showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin
That don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum
Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? (sup nigga)
Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup
Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs
Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise up
Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up (uh-huh)
About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one

[Chorus]
We used to get money together, phone honies together
Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather
You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever
Cause this is business, it ain't personal
Same dream, same team, same schemes
We even sold to the same damn fiends
Ain't no rules in this war for this green
This is business, and it ain't personal

[R. Kelly]
I wish, I wish - that success, we could all
get a piece of it (word) but that ain't real dog (no)
Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more
But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my nigga
Invest in chips and watch my money hill get bigger
And do things like, pull up to some clubs
in the skirts with Jigga, and yellin out HEY!
What the fuck, pop that Cris' my nigga
And then he wants to know how many chips I done sold
Well it ain't y'all business what's behind my doors
But y'all niggaz don't appreciate shit
Helped you out and you still actin like a little bitch
Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the tenth row
when you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show
Lawwwwwwd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow

[Chorus] 

[Jay-Z]
A-Alike (uh-huh) be alike (that's right)
We don't vibe no more because we don't C/see alike
And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed
Nope; Hov's still here like Rogaine
Ask your boy what he did to the Hov' game
How he jeapordized the whole game
Now when we see each other it's so strange
I don't know whether to hug him or slug him (damn)
I don't know whether to cap him or dap him
I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin
But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know
locked up doin a few doe, but who knows?
Maybe it wasn't you, maybe I'm buggin too (right)
But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the fuck to do
Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes
The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
Mmmmm.. ohhhh, ohhhohhhhh
Oooohhh.. ohhh no, mmmmm

[Chorus]
You and me, havin sex
After an argument, that shit's the best
You and me, havin sex yeahh
After an argument, that shit's the best
(Think about it while the streets you roam
 It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home)

I storm in, she storm out
It's like the "War of the Roses" goin on in my house
It's a little seperation but I know how to fix the situation
Mami just sufferin from love deprevation
So I gotta give her thug reperations
Put it in the life until love leg is shakin
Slow and passionate, 'til we forget what happens
Then we laughin and we back friends

[R. Kelly]
You don't have to fuss and fight
Why don't you just spend the night
Baby let's just kiss and hug
You know the words girl let's make up
So much love to be made
Instead of screamin, "Who's to blame?"
Girl I don't wanna.. let you go, I need you so

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Girlfriend didn't believe me when I said I'd be back in a little
Cause I had the Chris T on with the crease in the middle
Plus a fresh cut and the freezin icicles
on my wrist, on my hand, that's when shit hit the fan
Said, "You never spend timey, what's up with that?"
Translated it means
[R] Hit it hard from the back
Yeah she hid my car keys
And forced me to fall asleep to her heartbeat

[R. Kelly]
You don't have to fuss and fight
Why don't you just spend the night
Baby let's just kiss and hug
You know the words girl let's make up
So much love to be made
Instead of screamin, "Who's to blame?"
Girl I don't wanna.. let you go, I need you so

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
I don't want.. baby I don't want to fight
I just wanna make it right (ooh yeah)
Put out problems to the side
Let's just make sweet love tonight (I don't want)
Baby I don't want to fight
I just wanna make it right (ohhhhh love)
Put our problems to the side
Let's just make sweet love tonight

[Jay-Z]
Sex so intense, all that's on my mind
It ain't feel this good since the very first time
I'm pullin her close, she's pullin away
I'm tryin to kiss her mouth but she keeps turnin her face
Cute sex game like our very first date
We ain't know each other well enough, we had to wait
But oh!  I know just where your hot spot at
You can not deny that, so do not try that
I do not buy that..

[Chorus] 2x

[R] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Chorus]
Uh-huh (shake ya body body, move ya body body)
Uh-huh (twist ya body body, switch ya body body)
Uh-huh (dip ya body body, work ya body body)
Uh-huh (any-body body, every-body body)

[R. Kelly]
Pub-o, drank-o, 'dro plus the Bev-o
Hands in the air-o, holla like echo
Tone's in the dub with, Momo and Poke-o
Tone be like Kujo, I be like Cecil
Fists rockin like "ADRIIIAN!"
We come through like "Superfriends!"
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it's six o'clock
And the party won't stop, bout to hit the IHOP
Got twenty inch mirrors rollin under the drop
So clap that shit up y'all and make it hot

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
New York, Chicago, Atlanta, L.A.
Miami crazy like yippie-i-yae
Rude boys in the club smokin on hay
Smoke the (?) weed, Cali and the Bay
Real live niggaz - put y'all hands up
Wanna get tossed - drink that liquor
Who's got the industry locked - Kelly and Jigga
Crack my skull - turn that shit up

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
We got honies everywhere
Corks off the Cris' poppin everywhere
Partyin hard like we just don't care
The best of both worlds, that shit ain't fair

[Jay-Z]
This shit ain't fair
I, am, Jay, Hov'
Mami shake ya body body, don't hurt no-body body
It's me in the God-body, R. Kelly the John Gotti
of R&B thug and me I would say I'm probably
the hardest rapper to ever cop on poppy and
put it in a song, ma how could you go wrong ha? ha? ha? ha?
Worse than a armed robbery
Know that I'm armed properly, whenever the arm's rocky
You can go on clockin me, ain't nuttin gon' stop me
High as Allah I be, movin in peace but I
move with the piece, so them, dudes in the streets
will never remove my piece, ha? ha?, got me
Niggaz'll never get me, I never move sloppy
Move with the glock-50, got some Tupac with me
Let's not test my gangsta, just, raise your glasses
Mami, shake ya asses, this is a thug classic

[Lil' Kim]
Make a hole make a hole and let the Queen come past
I come through in the speedboat, with 808's in the glass
Push big things here, bet most of y'all crash
Back to trainin lightweights, you in the wrong weight class
Haters, stay awake, fuck the Harlem Shake
We "Slam" dance like Onyx, check my ebonics
You got, heat nigga you thinkin we won't blaze?
Gotta come hard cause these are the last days
When I, do it I do's it, ain't no more to it (word)
Ask (?) I puts my back into it
From car dealers to Macy's, to cashiers that brace me
We train like the Navy for whatever the case may be
I pass on the 6, they don't impress me much
I want the bulletproof 7 cause the doors lift up
They pick the best of all girls, so how y'all sound?
I got the best of both worlds, holdin me down

[Chorus]

[R] Uh-huh!

Baby, what we gon' do?
I need you to talk to me, c'mon

[R. Kelly]
Suddenly, I feel the need - to pull you close to me
But I don't know, if it's what you want, baby
Girl show me some kind of sign
that tells me that you're, miiiine, all mine, baby
It's gettin awfully warm, off in this room
I'm gettin head up off yo' sweet perfume
and I'm ready, to explore, every part of you
Girl I'll take my clothes off first, then now you
Ooooooooooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo baby
Baby.. tonight we'll be, naked
Oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh, ooooooooh
I'll take a stroll through your garden of love
and show you so so much
Just take my hand, and believe, in our fu-ture
Gettin you open like matchin doors
Sheets and covers on, the floor
And if the bell should ring, we won't answer
Girl I'll take my clothes off first, and now you
Wanna tell, what I want from you

Baby tonight I wanna see you naked
So dim the lights
Baby tonight I wanna see you naked
I wanna see you tonight
Baby tonight I wanna see you naked
Oh babe, oh babe, yo' body's the reason for sight
Baby tonight I wanna see you naked
Ohhh-ohhh, naked

[Jay-Z]
Who da fuck can stop us niggaz, it's gangsta niggaz
It's gangsta!  Woo!  It's gangsta nigga!
All g-g-gangsta nigga, uhh!

[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[J] You got the green light to drag your motherfuckin mink
[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go
[J] Throw your pinkie ring high in the motherfuckin air
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[J] Drop your top, c'mon!

[R. Kelly & Jay-Z]
Now I done told y'all niggaz once before
y'all don't know who you fuckin wit
Y'all gon' fuck around and make me come up out this music biz
(Don't make me..)
This just a record deal, y'all motherfuckers been on some shit
Bite my style, tryin to get rich, so I decided to flip my shit
Bene-fit me like a tight outfit, like Mr. Biggs' about to have a fit
It's, a, bout, to, be, some, shit (please believe it)
See vin-dawg, and dre-shal, got a nigga real open y'all
I see haters peepin me, lookin hard like a pu-ssy
Same fight, different round; same circus, different clown
Same pussy, different town; assholes how you like me now?
Kel' and Jigga, the best of both niggaz
Put two heads together, mean mo' figures (ha)
Word to Tigger, put me off up in the "Bassment"
with the rest of the rap niggaz, watch ratings get bigger
I'm a pimp of this music, the tracks be my hoes
Sisqo, don't make me kick you out like Devoe
Haters left, players right.. green light

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[J] You have the green light to be as pimp as you want to
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go
[J] Oh dis gangsta!
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[J] It's so muh'fuckin gangsta!

[Jay-Z]
Psycho, like no, bitch-ass niggaz
don't wanna see the R.O.C. so you creep low
Shoot from the line like a free throw
With this 'nali of mine like a Pi-co
Leave niggaz far behind like a cheap hoe
On my grind every time that you see Hov'
Yeah I got it, come and get it, green light go (go)
Red dot I stop ya, yellow niggaz move slow

[Beanie Sigel]
Red dot I got 'em, tell that nigga move slow
Head shots pop 'em when I let the uz' go
He done told fool..
Dunn think Dunn loc'in when a gun smokin
Tell Dunn I been gun-totin
He don't know he facin death
Hockey mask on Jason's step
Don't make me pop past your Raisinette
You niggaz cow-ass
You bullshit, I pull shit, and keep a full clip

[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Green light - go go, go-go-go, go
[R] Go go, go-go-go, go

[J] Yeah yeah
[R] Damn it's hot
[J] Like a muh'fucker
[R] Yo Jigga
[J] Whassup my nigga?
[R] Pop that water
[J] Fo'schizzle! {*both laughing*}
[R] Yeah
[J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga
(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)
You better call the muh'fuckin cops
This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go

[R. Kelly & Jay-Z]
Keys to the Bentley, off to the club
Switchin lanes like what the..
Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh
But y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her)
She, say, she, slick
I'm, like, baby, please
She, say she's got a man
but what's that got to do with me? (f'real)
Some chicks like low-key
Wrists of, zero degrees
I'm, toxic off the Belve'
Two strippers, in my hotel suite
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah
For you haters, keepin up trauma
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus]
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney
You got what I want; I got what you need
Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney

[R. Kelly & Jay-Z]
Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya
Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!)
See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up
Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha)
Busters wanna hoop with me
Wanna run our ways, doin R&B
I'll, creep creep, blink blink
Cross your ass over, take it from me
Fee fie and, foe fum-ah
Look out now, here I come-ah
Golddiggers, this you gets none of
Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla)

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly & Jay-Z]
Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz
White tank top, cran-apple trim
Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems
Dice hands 'side both of them
Two rolls and I leave with a stack
Off to the club, G's in in the back
V.I.P. nigga beez like that
When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)
I spit this for my riders
Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers
We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)
Young H-O-V-A
And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play
For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang
You young boyz ain't ready
You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga
to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel'
Yeah it's money, recognize the smell
And we up out this bitch, yell

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly & Jay-Z]
Gettin that money my nigga
Ha ha, ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money)
Gettin this money my nigga
Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh
Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney)
It's way too late now..
.. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney)

[Chorus]

[J] Gettin that money my nigga

[Jay-Z]
Uh, uhh uhh, Kel's
Young, M, X, tra, money, let's go

[Chorus] 2x
Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi (do you like it?)
Where you get your little body-adi-adi (do you want it?)
Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi (what you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

[Jay-Z]
She get it from her momma..
You can't tie a sweater over that ass, it hotter than pajamas
We lay back, blowin ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV - WHOA
I crept up behind her
Mami threw it like a quarterback, I caught that like Rice
I call mami Montana, bandana
Tied her hands up - this is gangsta love
Threw on a rap CD, we gangsta fucked
This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B dude
Poured a glass of Army, got mami in the mood
Then she stripped for me like the "Moulin Rouge"
I think I might wife her
Y'know, powder blue Roc-a-Wear suit, white Nike her
Add mami to the cypher
R.O.C. for life cuz, the gang motherfucker

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
I make ya hotter than the next bitch - no need
for you to ever sweat the next bitch - with speed
I make the next bitch see the exit - indeed
Gotta know you're ver-ily respected - by me
You get the keys to the Lexus - but no drive
You get your own 2002, she through ridin
Keep yo' ass tighter than Versace
That's why you gotta watch yo' friends
You gotta watch me, they connivin shit
See I just wanna freak your body-adi-adi
I know you don't do this for everybody-adi
But everybody ain't as horny as me
And your body's - callin, me...

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, yeah
Mami shot through the pad with the Mark Jacobs bag
The thick stitched seam and her favorite ass jeans
Y'all know the first date wearers
to make objects bigger than they appear like a rearview mirror
Oh her shoe game is real
She gave 'em the Christian Libountins(?) with the four inch heels
But honestly my favorite type of gear
is a scrungy for her hair and LaPearla underwear, clear?

[R. Kelly]
Girl I hear you callin, let's stop stallin
Do what we came to do
Girl I hear you callin, let's stop stallin
Baby I want you, yeah

[Chorus]

[J] Yeah, yeah, it's here niggaz! (wooo-WEEE!)
[J] Rockland/Roc-A-Fella collaboration
[R] What, what, what, what..
[J] Tone the Referee - the best of both worlds
[R] Welcome to the best of both worlds
[J] R. Kelly
[R] Chi-Town
[J] Let's just start frontin on 'em right away (c'mon Jay)

[Jay-Z]
I pull up with the big boy truck, nigga big boy drop
We be the only big boys that the big boys watch
Sing to 'em Kelly

[R] Best of.. both worlds.. (rock for 'em Hov')

[Jay-Z]
The combination of Pappy Mason and Larry Davis
Martin and Malcolm, this is the bigger than the album
R-ah

[R] Oh yeah
[R] The best of (best of both) both worlds - ohhhhHHH!

[Jay-Z]
I got a million on that boy singin whatever on the flow
Y'all got cheddar to blow, whatever, let a nigga know
Kel's

[R] The best of..
[J] Back and forth, back and forth, let's do it
[R] .. both worlds (rock for 'em Hov')

[Jay-Z]
It's not even close, just leave it alone
I'm Michael Jordan, I play for the team I own
Sing to 'em Kel'

[R] The best of.. both worlds - ohhhhHHH!

[Jay-Z]
Young.. H - flow feared in fifty states
Young.. Kel's - nigga the best of both worlds
Holla

[R] The best of..
[J] Just get gangsta with a nigga
[R] .. both worlds
[J] Just get gangsta with it (rock for 'em Hov')

[Jay-Z]
You can't possibly think you can stop this
It's prophecy; plus I feel like the nigga Big watchin me
Kel..

[R] Best of.. both worlds
[J] Stop playin with these niggaz, talk to 'em!

[R. Kelly]
This is for my niggaz down bottom and them hustlers on twenty-two's
Single parent mothers in the hood is who I'm talkin to
I know it's rough in the ghetto but let me walk witchu
Talk witchu, uh-huh, yeah-hea
And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't make it
But you still held your ground and came up out that basement
In the memory of those that we lost, it's deicated
We miss y'all, uh-huh, yeah-hea

[Jay-Z & R. Kelly]
This right here this whole album's..
in the memory of all our fallen soldiers (uh-huh)
we lost along the way (ohhhhhoooh) knahmsayin, ghetto to ghetto
City to city, worldwide, we got y'all, y'knahmean?
(Ghetto America) This album right here represents strength
(Ohhhh! Yeahhh) Strength in our people, understand it

[Jay-Z & R. Kelly]
Cock-suckers can not touch us, the block love us
We got the ghetto on our back muh'fuckers

[R] The best of..
[J] Yeah, right
[R] both worlds (rock for 'em Hov')

[Jay-Z]
We got this locked for two reasons: we from the hood
plus we promised both our mommas that we would
Kel - take 'em to church

[R] The best of.. both worlds - ohhhhHHH!

[Jay-Z]
We mastered this, don't you know
I eat beef and breathe acid, weak bastards
We copped and we crash it
Then we cop again cause we are classic
Let me speak for ya R we "Scarface" re-enacted
"The Godfather" trilogy re-casted
But it's real like we grievin for Aaliyah with the masses
But I hope my boy Dash get to see it when he passes
I feel her soul when the Lee passes
When the wind blows, it's almost like I see her in the Hamptons
Even more reason to be up in them mansions
Laid back, feet up in the hammock, I'ma live for ya
Big too, 'til they put me in the grave
I'ma floss 'til they toss me a Bed-Stuy parade
'Til Chi-Town make a nigga Mayor for a day
In the memory of Joanne Kelly, let us pray

[R] Both worlds... welcome to the best of both worlds

[Jay-Z]
Lemme take yall somewhere else right now

Lemme get yall to zone out wit me, man
(Its aight, dont be scared)
Take yall niggaz left and center(zone out wit)
Bullshit

[Chorus] 2x
I hear the people talk(I hear yall)
Yes sir and when you walk(Yall hear me)
Your kind is hard to find 
Darling, I'm glad youre mine

Yall niggaz should twist up sumthin 
Real real real tight right here
Zone out wit ya boy
If you dont smoke, grab you sumthin to drink
Mix it up right
If you dont smoke or drink 
Man, just light up a inscense
Fuck it
Close ya eyes... vibe wit me
I want yall to really hear me

I speak through music, I reach you dudes
We can get deeper in the dirt than cleat shoes
I refuse to lose
I peep you creeps three months in advance
I SEE RIGHT THROUGH YA, JUDAS!
The man that I am and damn you dont know
The harder you go at me the harder I flow
Lets do this
I'm just a mirror reflectin your image
The minute you switch up your face I pick up the pace
There's nothin to it
Pull hammers from my waist 
We can clap at this amateur pace 
If that's what's crackin 
Or we can play this on All Madden
Can you even fathom not havin a fear in the world
I'm cool in my afterlife 
If I'm readin these chapters right
Please what have you, I breeze through Matthews
Bleed if I have you, you cowards die a thousand deaths
Fate fucks face-down on your house's steps
Are yall even gettin this message? 
I aint bein aggressive
But if you testin my life then, shit I gotta answer
Gotta cut off the cancer, young'n, pull your pants up
You gettin too big for ya britches
You fuckin wit a dude that did it wit digits
Breathing's a privilege
Dont you know... when youre defeated? 
Wont you throw? Throw in the towel 
I'm better with vowels
I'm a man of principles; damn-near invincible
In my own mind now that my soul's aligned
I didnt know before now my role's defined:
Take hold and control what's mine 
COME AND GIT MEEEEEEE
Come and take my life, you comin wit me
Come and try to take me for granted 
I'll take you off this planet
Dammit, man this is the gift from God
This aint have to stand 
'Til your arms are too short to box
Plus we knuckle up unorthodox
You can't take me off my grind GET OFF MY COCK
Whatchu thought? It's da ROC


[Chorus] 3x

Back in the mix of the scuffle
Since '86 I was sick wit the hustle(Wooh!)
Git a couple of chicks to touch you(Wooh!)
Feather-weight fucker dont ever hate on the brothers

Heh-heh
Thought I was playin but you niggaz'll stop now
I aint gotta sell another record in my life
THE BLUEPRINT 2, BABY!!(Mm-hmm)
SEE YALL IN NOVEMBER (Oh shit)

[Chorus]

Darling, I'm
Darling, I'm

what the hell...what the hell...
check check check check it out
what the hell...what the hell...

[Chorus]
People know me on these streets player, I ain't new
Lookin at me all funny, while I'm countin my money
Suprise, what I do is already legalized
Analyze what I toss across, ain't no love lost

[Jay-Z]
Fo' sure, everythings for dough now
flow, you gotta pay a little more now
It's platinum, now a days we put the gold down
We stepped it up, y'all don't ever want a showdown
Get wetted up by the sleeve that leave the Bezzle out
Y'all don't like it? Sue me, fuck I'll settle out
Ghetto'd out in the vehicle Bent
These days I mellowed out, see success make a fella content
Uh-huh, you know, this rap star, Poppy Chulo
Jay-Z, Hugo, of course player you lost player
I know you rappers wanna see me fail
But quick to see a 600SL be twelve
Live wit it, y'all got dough to get get it
I got mine, your little bit of money couldn't stop mine
Your block time, too hot, too many hands in your pie
Seventy thirty, the nigga you work for work for me
Bottom line

[Jay-Z]
People know me on these streets and the towns I been through
Lookin at me, stay focused, I'm givin em straight poker suprise
What I do is already legalized
Analyze how I floss of course, ain't no love lost

[Lord Tariq]
We be the Bronx to BK'lyn, togethor we about a ton or better
on the way in, we rhyme related, very underestimated
That's why I'm winnin in this world of sins
Steady grinnin, money boss spendin
Distant from dirty women, Lord, I'm quite influencial
Spiritualy and mental, what you into I done been through
Preachin my words and don't know what you owe
It shows you wanna be me, but won't show it
Ain't nothin changed, but players, the game remains the same
I had a ten year run, hey I can't complain
Took the next step see, from Coke to Pepsi
From the bx weed, ridin the south beach on jet-ski
Play to survive, you ain't live you just livin
You breathin a good one, but where I'm from, y'all forbidden
Come around, bad decision, you rather be in prison
aint' no duckin what I'm deliverin won't be forgivin in
Layin there shiverin, half the night
You gotta walk toward the light, everything is aiight
I make sure everything you endure stays tight
Big (*boom*) Lord Tariq, Jay-Z, outta sight

[Chorus]

[Nas]
I spend nights on corners, see the crack, cop my first mac
No longer scared to pump what y'all pump, now I burst back
It hurts that, don't seem cream can make my purse fat
Without the benefits of a doubt, I hit the hearst black
But curse that, tryin to see Nas was your worst match
Blowin like Tahitii, throw off NYPD
Am I greedy? like I mean EDC me
In a fly Salinii gimme frames in the beanie
I flip my loot twice a week on my most trifest streets
You got no right to eat by the laws of life you keep
Ain't no love lost, none taken, none givin
Stressin how I'm livin it, thinkin when my loot first came
look what I did with it, bought my click glaciers
and pagers, rollin ten deep to Las Vegas
Copped a live croc, chopped it up, hit my block off
wit gators, feedin peoples, from the bridge to Dequatas
But now, two years five months and 30 days later
I still put out the street flavor
But watch that kid right there, a bulge in his night wear
Awoke me up the ways I used to be in my heist years
Bubble eye small fry loaded four five
just thirstin for some person with shine to just walk by
Now that I can see the 360, now that its me thats jiggy
them cooly heads they wanna stick me, whoa

Fresh from London... Paris, Germany...
It's Euro-Jay... International Hov...
Bon Shoir, muhfuckas!... We back...
as if we never left this bitch... on top... it's worldwide...
Still Just Blaze'in this shit up... 

Every place I visit, I got land there
How could niggas stand there
Say I sound like them?  Hell no
Push wigs back, push Bentley drops that's yellow
Started from the elbow, nigga, from the get-go
No, not the Geico, ain't nothin accidental
Just the facts that I've been through
Perhaps if you was into
Half of the shit I've been through
That'd make your pen move
Your mind would open, your heart would bleed
Instead y'all niggas flow oh so retardedly
You sound retarded to me!  
How could you stand there, pants near down to your ass, you wanna spar with me
I'll put you down in the grass, it's the God MC, Young V-I-T-O
Young'n, you are my hijo
My son dula
I clean the cess pool up
Rap stinks 
You cats are the sphinx
You cut off your nose to spite your face
Bet you like it that way don'tchya?

[Chorus]
Don't you know?
When you're defeated, young punk?
Won't you throw
Won't you throw in the towel, stop running your mouth
Don't you know that we know you're just running your mouth 
Cause when this shit pops off, we gonna run in your house
Don't you know
When you're defeated, young punk?
Won't you throw?
Won't you throw in the towel?  I'm better with vowels
My vocabulary murders the dictionary
Flow switches every 16, shits mean, man

Shit, I'm heavy in the game
I ain't worried bout a thing
Last man standing
Blam-blammin the cannon
48 Hours, it's Reggie Hammond
The colte, Nick Nolte
My demeanor is Humphrey Bogey
Baby, I'm comfy, cozy, my spot is solidified
Roc-a-bye baby, I sing you a lillabye
How ill am I?  BK to Philladi-
Delphia! Niggas feelin how real am I
Shit, I carry two taurus, niggas they call me gemini
Though my birthday is one day before December 5
It's S Carter, the archer, I throw darts at ya
Arrows through your apparel, I will dearly depart ya
It's clearly hard for ya, what God has bestowed on me
You nah destroys me nigga; nigga I'm poetry
In four part harmony, it's like Jodeci
Check out my melody, my flow is a felony
Oh, I'm so seventies, I'm in tune with the heavenly
Governing body - Check, check, check out my destiny
I walk leaving four footprints
My hood sense
My book smarts
My faith of the unknown
And a good heart
What's seldom shown is the good part
Like I said
Try to bring em life, but they want dead
You won't listen
Hov is a nice guy, but you don't miss him
That'll piss him off quick, you won't listen

[Chorus]

[Jaz-O]
Understand the moment

Stop everything

The originator

The alpha and omega

[Jay-Z]
We at 80 right now Jaz we almost at 100

[Jaz-O]
The first and the last

I am here
Kings County, we outside yall, lets go niggas

[Jaz-O]
God's here, the Aston parked here
Chicks in the cut in just the brazierres
In this at-most-phere
Yo ass cross here
It's yo night shorty get your lip glossed smeared
Toss the panties (This is), Marcy family
(This is) Kings County you hear me, spring through fall
Ain't nothing po' but this alcohol (for real)
My numbers complicated algebra
I lean in cars, lean of Bacardi dark
Shorty wit a mean ass lean on yours
She's on fours
??? for me the bomb and she going down and out
Next day wanna meet me in town I'm out
I think I made her cross-eyed
When I hit her broad side
My name haunts, chicks train the thought
My dick stick in they mind run a train on they thoughts

[Hook]
To my (playas get ya dollas)
Like its no tommorow, all my (ladies in Manolo)
Respect game you follow
Can I grub, read,
(show)love (to) my thugs
And all my women to succed lets go
Repeat

[Jay-Z]
Big pimpin'
Walk wit a small limp an'
I'm here to scoop you broads
Out ya mid-size cars
Bring ho's out the closet, my dough give chicks motive
You got enough money to unfold it
But one thing yall can say about Jay its not a day I ever bought it
Yall can audit my life
I put that on my unborn daughters life
All I give 'em is game
I don't give 'em my name
Chicks leap through hoola-hoops to get in the flame
All it takes it Cristal juice to get in they pants, man
Aint't nothing gon' change bout Hov but my sock, my drawers
and my Roc-a-wear clothes
And of course the flows
So pretty soon I'll be able to rhyme in Morse code (beep beep beep beep)
Please beleive me, But enough about Jay
My resume speaks for it's self, getcha keys we leavin'

[Hook]

[Dibiase]
Girls grillin, but hatas do less scopin'
Dibi's like tennis I got the US Open
And I don't say much but when it's time to yap
They callin me ??? for all the dimes I tap
The roley?, no, might see the Telerium
Waves got em nauseaous might catch stelerium
Got broads changin puttin em on learnin
Levis?, no, put on them Ron Hermans
Last week a handball switchin on the polo
Nine West, eehh, switch em to Manolos
The reason why girls wanna switch they plans
See Dibiase once and wanna ditch they man
Actin like Dib and really in the room
Till I'm risin to the top like a helium balloon
Like breget brain, step it up to cranium
Its crazy her ball game kept it up in stadiums

[Hook]

Yeah, yeah..
Uhh, right, right, right
Right, right, right, right

Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen
Momma loved me, pop left me
Mickey fed me, Annie dressed me
Eric fought me, made me tougher
Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah
Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong
Streets gave me all I write in the song
Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers
Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up
East Trenton grew me, had me skippin school
Valencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin moves
Momma raised me, pop I miss you
God help me forgive him I got some issues
Mickey cleaned my ears, Annie shampooed my hair
Eric was fly - shit, I used to steal his gear
I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong
Yeah it's goin past fast - let's move along
Kitchen table - that's where I honed my skills
Jaz made me believe the shit was real
Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee
Clark sought me out, Dame believed
Primo laced me, Ski did too
"Reasonable Doubt" - classic, shoulda went triple
Momma loved me, pop left me
Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me
banana puddin, what's in the hood then
Puffin on L's, drinkin pink champelle
Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot
Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s locked
Biggs fucked with a nigga, whassup Hoff'?
B-High hated the fact I put rap to the back
Money pourin in, clientele growin now
Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
loves you to death won't let no trouble come your way
Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland
He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember?
Tell your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra
And your son too - there's nothin I won't do
Unless you was me, how could you judge me?
I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me
Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me
Talked to me rudely; cause I'm young rich and I'm black
and live in a movie, not livin by rules
New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews
Bleek you're still with me - nigga what did I say?
The time is comin; you one hit away
Beans I ain't tryin to change you - just give you some game
to make the transition, from the street to the fame
My momma loves me..

[Jay-z]
i'm not a one girls guy
(real talk for you, peep game)
and then you know it
when it comes to love I don't lie
(we don't lie man)
and the girls respect me for it
(gotta respect that)
ain't gonna say my nose can't be open
(i may never say never)
right now it's just too many fine ladies out there
(too many ladies)
to choose one from
i'm tryin' girls out

(lady)
i love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls i do adore
(jus tryin girls out)
yo put ya number on this paper cause i would love to date ya
holla atcha when i come tour

wew! who you lovin? who you wanna be huggin?
huh! who you wit? who you wanna be fuckin?
got this smarty artsy chick to hold my pose this question
i read a couple books to add to her soul's progression
to put this in laymen's terms i gave her some knowledge
she gave me brains in return she had to drop out of college
and all she does is homework, i give her in house tutorin
in and out of movin through her student body union
and she call me professor
say daddy come and test her
so she can fail on purpose and repeat the semester
i'm like at this rate ma you'll never graduate
she said i ain't no fool i'll make it up in summer school

[Chorus]
i love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls i do adore
yo put ya number on this paper cause i would love to date ya
holla atcha when i come off tour
now let the people sing
(i'm tryin girls out)
jus tryin girls out
(jus tryin girls out)
yo put ya number on this paper cause i would love to date ya
holla atcha when i come off tour

heh! who you lovin? who you wanna be fuckin?
who said what? why is you trippin girl? why is you fussin?
got the model slash actress slash part-time waitress
spend her whole day, she hangin round wit part-time haters
all they do is dish dirt and put her up on my latest itenerary
but since i tend to bury
see i tend to carry more rumors then ten mariah carrey ten naharrys in ten
places at once
plus she can't front cause peep how i run mines
ma our time together is our time together, and uh
our time apart is our time apart
so love jay wit ya mind girl and not ya heart
and some day i'll slow down
but for now i get around like the late mackhavelli
on parelli's twenty inches of cane and o dog
stick up tape premiers
you tell them chicks if they must know my buisness

(i'm tryin girls out)
(jus tryin girls out)
put ya number on this paper cause i would love to date ya
holla atcha when i get off tour
(i'm tryin girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, i do adore)
yo put ya number on this paper cause i would love to date ya
holla atcha when i get come off tour

i'm lookin for a southern girl that cook like patti labelle
big ghetto booty, scarf over her dubi, chanel under the lui, guicci over her
booty, mickey cover her titties
attitude of the city
pretty, witty, girly, whirly, one who like to party but come home early
light kinda dark
short sorta tall
slim kinda thick
i swear i love them all
she can cook the coke and got hook up on the license
but she can get you first class seats for coach prices
isn't this great my flight leaves at eight her flight land at nine
my game just rewind

(i'm tryin girls out)
(jus tryin girls out)
put ya number on this paper, cause i would love to date ya
holla atcha when i get off tour
(i'm tryin girls, girls, girls, girls, girls i do adore)
yo put ya number on this paper, cause i would love to date ya
holla atcha when i come off tour
(i'm not a one girls guy, and you know it, when it comes to love, i don't lie,
and the girls respect me for it, ain't gonna say my nose can't be open, right
now it's jus too many fine ladies out there to chose one from, i'm tryin girls
out, waitin patiently, until i find the one for me)

Y'all niggas can't be serious right now
i'm the all time heavyweight champion of flowas
i'm leadin the league in at least six statistical categories right now
best flow, most consistent, realist stories, most charisma, i set the most
trends and my interviews are hotter
holla!

i jog in the graveyard
spar in the same ring
i'm housed in the building malcom x was slained
i spring train in the winter rap early december
run suicide drills over and over with the weight of the world on my shouldas
that's why they call me hova
i'm far from being god
but i work godd*mn hard
i wake up the birds who when the nerds are sleep
i'm catchin my second witness
second to first one in
i am focused man
and i'm not afraid of death
i'm goin all out
i circle the voltures in the van and
i run the block
pull up in the drop
push up on my money
i'm in great shape dunny
i keep jacks jumpin- 36 sets
like a personal trainer i teach coke to stretch
i pump and rock sweats, all white trainers
the ghetto, billy blanks
i'll show you niggas what pain is
maintain ya stamina
hov'll damage ya
spot ya two rhymes
y'all niggas is amatures
the 5th a dead lift
if niggas don't wanna get shot
then y'all niggas betta squat
i drop the set for rep
no need to hit the showers
the spit from the 5th leave wet
lyrical exercise, y'all niggas ain't tired right?

[Chorus]
one, one, two, two, three, three, four
breathe easy
one, one, two, two, three, three, four
breathe easy
one, one, two, two, three, three, four
breathe easy
one, two, three, four
breathe easy

suckas get ya weight up
not ya hate up
jigga man is diesel when i left the eight up
y'all ain't ready to work out with the boy
ya flow is brain on drugs
mine is rap on steroids
i lift every voice when i sing
my ability make yours look like an excercise in futility
bring ya squad
biceps, triceps, and quads
we don't struggle with undeveloped muscle
y'all aint real
that's ya achilles heel
same routine when ya seem me
you know the drill
i spot ya
i lift the weight of the watch off ya arm
remain nice and calm
put down ya things
trinidad of this game
know my way around ya ring
no matter how many pounds you bring
it sounds like the same ol' thing
r-o-c is the strongest team fuckas

[Chorus]

(Woke up this morning) Uh oh!!!!
(You got yourself a gun) Yeah, I got myself a gun, uh oh!!!
Yeah, I got myself a gun, Brooklyn stand up!!!
I got myself a gun

But really I don't need the heat
Your heart pump project Kool Aid you sweet nigga
I don't got a 2 way you gays
This is not beef this is rap homey, I don't have a scratch on me
You feel Jay soft rip Jay off
Damn I'm only worth over a hundred million
Look I got beef with like a hundred children
Niggas with pink suits, tryin to get cute
You a little outta line homey, don't let the nine hold me
Put you out your mind homey, shit just rhyme homey
Kick your little lies I kick my real facts
Like you sneakin out the back of the source sound lab
Huh, we wasn't chasin you, we had a tapin too
We came through to do our one two thing
It wasn't a Roc-A-Fella come through thing
Cause if it was one like tah niggas would come through Queens
With Queens niggas you know how I do
Look, I got more shooters in Queensbridge than you
Niggas will tie you up on the colliseum roof
And open beer bottles off the boy chipped tooth, look here

[Chorus]
I got myself a gun, uh oh!!!
Yeah, I got myself a gun

Listen, I'm the J, the A to the fuck this broad
Nigga never sold aspirin how you Escobar?
Had to buy your chain back last time you got robbed
The nerve of this coward nigga oh my god
And I know rap rumors are in the windows
I bring em to ya live lift up your windows
Let the public peek in to your dirty laundry
Y'all don't wan't me to continue HOV!!!

[Chorus]
Super ugly!!!.....(Cause I don't give a fuck)
All I really know is your hoe wants to be with me, and she ain't playin
And what I'm sayin (She creeps with me)
And sleeps, between the sheets

Me and the boy AI got more in common
Than just ballin and rhymin get it, more in Carmen
I came in your belly backseat, skeeted in your jeep
Left condoms on your baby seat
Yeah nigga the gloves is off, the love is done
It's whatever, whenever, however nigga won
And since you infatuated with sayin that gay shit
Yes you was kissin my dick when you was kissin that bitch
Nasty shit, you though I was bonin Vanette
You callin Carm a hundred times I was bonin her neck
You got a baby by the broad you can't disown her yet
When does your lies end? When does the truth begins?
When does reality set in or does it not matter?
Gotta hurt I'm your baby mama's favorite rapper
And ask your current girl, she knows what's up
Holla at a real nigga cause nigga (I don't give a fuck)

[Chorus]
All I really know is your hoe wants to be with me, and she ain't playin
And what I'm sayin (She creeps with me)
And sleeps, between the sheets

(Jay-Z:)
I thought this was
America people
Uh, yeah
Guilty until proven innocent huh?
That's how we workin' huh?
Okay
Before me there was many
After me there will be none
I am the one
Uh-huh, okay
I see how we playin'
Yeah, I get it down
Anxiously the public can't wait
Niggaz had to have it way
Before it's release date
Jigga get irate
Press get it f***ed up
Took me one point eight
But I had to get it straight
Get the CD, twelve inch vinyl,
Get the tape
Jigga give out food for
Thought dog, get a plate
I get it down, get it krunk when
I get in the state of mind
That what's mine is mine
Nobody get to take
I don't bend, break, fold
Scratch, go down
My mental rolodex see these words?
I just don't know
I know stress, drama
Niggaz upsettin' my mama
Arrested, put in the line-up
Tryin' to put dents in my armor
But I'm a survivor
Plus I'm liver than most
Out on bail, fifty thou'
Still ridin' with toast
I ain't tryin' to collide with folk,
But I don't want folk
Takin' Jigga for joke
I guess you niggaz just woke
Good morning

CHORUS:
(R. Kelly:)
You can't touch me
No you can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Try to charge me
But I'm not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
I've got all of my mamis
Tell me, what you
Want from me?
Tell me what y'all
Want from me?
I'm not guilty

(Jay-Z:)
I see how you comin'
At me now, I'm cool
I'm not the snitch I don't go
To the cops to get rich
I go to the block and pitch
I go with the glock and click
I go with the pop I'm sick
I go with you hard
I ain't gon' stop for sh*t
Look in my eyes dog
Right in my pupils
If I'm your rival
Why would I have to do you?
Press try to throw
Dirt on my name
Disturbin' my game
Seemed happy when
They heard he was arraigned
Glad he's indichted
Got big money
Big lawyers to fight it
Just like Cochran, cocksuckers
You never see me boxed in
Y'all all knnow it
Jigga's a fighter
Plus I'm clausterphobic
Back on the streets
Before you know it
And my word niggaz
I heard you niggaz
I'm address each and
Every one of you cocksuckers
F*** the white press
The block love us, hip-hop forever
B.I.G. is here, the soul
Of Tupac hovers - above us

(R. Kelly:)
You can't touch me
No you can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Try to charge me
But I'm not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
I've got all of my mamis
Tell me, what you
Want from me?
Tell me (I am the one)
What you want from me?
Not guilty

(Jay-Z:)
Uh, okay, you on my radar
I got you too b****
Got lame b****es tryin'
To f*** with my case
Same lame b****
I bust in her face
Honey just mad
I got her f***in' replaced
Plus a birthday pass without me
Even touchin' my safe
But I ain't gon' lie
The head was sick
But what we need to do
Is put that mouth on a betta b****
You heart the rhetorhic
Jigga hit me over the head
With a champagne bottle at the bar
Can he buy me a car?
Naw, how do y'all
Equate your pain
Would it all go away if
I bought you a Range?
I got one or two of those
Nothin' gon' change
For nothin' else, you gotta
Live with yourself
Try and lie on Hov'
'Cause I ride on the road
In what, most would
Describe as a Rolls
No, that's that Continental T
The only car that fit
Untercontinental me, not guilty

You can't touch me
No you can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
And you wanna charge me
When I'm not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
(I am the one)
I've got all of my mamis
Tell me, what you
Want from me?
Tell me, what you
Want from me?
Not guilty

(Jay-Z:)
I, am, the, one
(R. Kelly:)
Y'all, cats, can't touch me
Holla

(R. Kelly:)
So you can't touch me nigga
You can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Said Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
And I got, all my, mamis
Tell me, what you
Want from me?
I don't, know why
Y'all can't see that
Y'all, cats, can't touch me
Y'all, dudes, can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
I got, all my, mamis
Tell me, what you
Want from me?
So tell me, what you
Want from me?
Y'all, cats, can't touch me
Y'all, niggaz, can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
And I got, all my, mamis
Tell me, what you
Want from me?
So tell me, what you
Want from me?
Y'all, cats, can't touch me

Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
I got, all, my mamis
Tell me, what you
Want from me?
Y'all, cats, can't touch me 

Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing...
(girls singing)
H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A...

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

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

CHORUS
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP!

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

CHORUS

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

CHORUS

(girls singing) 
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A... (4x to fade out)

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh..
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house

[Memphis Bleek]
Still here, never left
Still bust, I'm all that, still puff, beeeitch!

[Jay-Z]
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, uhh
Young Hova in the house.. Jigga! Yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!
.. hold up love
Everytime you see Jigga Man I'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin Roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-Hov, bout to change my name to Jay Peso
But in the meantime, call me William H. though
On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
{*cycle whizzes by*} Y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, Mac?

[Beanie Sigel]
Nah dawg, that's M. Bleek comin

[Memphis Bleek]
Who the FLUCK, want, what?
Catch Bleek in South Beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (OO-WEE!)
Holla if you want drama with

[Jay-Z]
The Dynasty; Amil, Bleek, Jigga and.. Sigel

[Beanie Sigel]
Desert Eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, Roc-Wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know I keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit
Get Sig' any track I'ma spit the talk to it
Down South all bounce Crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Every dawg, every Blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air

[singer]
Don't change the game for these folks
Change the game like we supposed

[Jay-Z]
Sigel Sigel in the house

[Beanie Sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

[singer]
Don't change the game for these folks
Change the game like we supposed

[Jay-Z]
Memph Bleek in the house

[Memphis Bleek]
Still here, never left
Still bust, I'm all that, still puff, beeeitch!

[singer]
Don't change the game for these folks
Change the game like we supposed

[Jay-Z]
Young Hova in the house.. Jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist splitter nigga!

I wear more bling to The Source and Soul Train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight I'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is Hov'
One shot Dillinger, one shot killin ya
It's only one Roc La Familia
Sigel lock Philly up, Brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this a comeback, I run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million I done that, and I come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, Grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on Sportscenter
Please repeat after me - there's only one rule
I WILL NOT, LOSE!

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! 

Can I hit in the MORNIN
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 DRIVIN? 
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: 
Can I get a FUCK YOU
to these bitches from all of my niggaz
who don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a WOOP WOOP
to these niggaz from all of my bitches
who don't got love for niggaz without thugs? 
Now can you bounce wit me, uhh
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uhh, yo bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Yeah, uh-uh uh uh

Repeat Chorus

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

Repeat Chorus

Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me
Uhh
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uhh! 
Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah
Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
UHH! 
Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uhh! Yeah

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 dickin 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

Repeat Chorus

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

Let's go 
Hov! 
Uh huh, Hov' 
You, are, not, ready 
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova 

I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler] 
I just want you to know [Wanna let you know] 
It aint where I been [It aint where I been] 
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!] 
Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you] 
But be who I am [you know you love me] 
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems] 
You'll forget your man 
Now give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

[Verse 1] 
*When the Remi's in the system 
Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em 
That's what they be yellin 
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation 
Y'all be chasin, I replace them* 
Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E 
Can't keep her little model hands off me 
Both in the club, high, singing off key 
*And I wish I never met her at all...* 
It gets better, ordered another round 
It's, about, to go, down 
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist' 
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere 
What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses 
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion 
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra 
Filth marked jeans, take that off 

Give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
I said give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

[Verse 2] 
Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage 
Let's keep it real ma you savin it for carats 
You wanna see how far I'ma go 
How, much I'ma spend but you already know 
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero 
Might buy you Crist', but that about it 
Might light your wrist, but that about it 
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips 
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick 
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless 
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down 
Get you bling like the Neptune sound 
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold 
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold 
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies 
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon 

Give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
I said give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov'] 
I just want you to know [Hov'] 
It aint where I been 
But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov'] 
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova] 
But be who I am [know you love me] 
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems] 
You'll forget your man 

[Verse 3] 
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Same song, I'm back, been around the world 
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls 
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia 
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins 
Can't deny me, why would you want to 
You need me, why don't you try me 
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'! 

Give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
I said give it to me 
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 
But don't bullshit me 
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff 

You gotta... 
Give it to me 
Uh, uh huh

* this track was cut from the North America release version

Jay-Z:

Uh huh yea yea

Duro!, you gotta let it bump

Uh uh uh like dat yea

Come on, Bring the chorus in

(Chorus)

I'd risk everything

Oh, i'd risk everything

Yes i'd do anything, anything

Anything for you

(Verse 1)

I do a bid, loose a rib, Bust a cap, trustin' that

Run up the heaven doors, exchange my life for yours

Leave a steak out the door, mi casa, su casa

Just remembered to turn the lights off in the hall

My brother from anotha pop, minus one shot

We need em for G-Money man, we all we got

>From the stoop to the big dudes, stoppin' us from playin' hoops

And us gettin mad, throwin' rocks off the roof

Straight thuggin' man, i thought we would never progress

But look at us now man, we're young execs

My nigga Dame, my nigga Biggs, my nigga Tah, my nigga Ja, my nigga

Gotti, we're the body, oh its right with the world

No matter how pretty she is, you never likin' my girl

That's how we run, when you aint around

I'll spank ya son, keep him line

If you should die, i'll keep him like mine

God forbid, keep this in mind, my nigga

(Chorus 2x)

I'd risk everything

Oh, i'd risk everything

Yes i'd do anything, anything

Anything for you

(Verse 2)

Mama's lil baby, but these streets raised me crazy

Product of my enviroment, nothing can save me

Thanks for letting me, bloom for your wisdom for your womb

For the roof over my head, for my shoes, for my bed

For the most important lesson in life was when you said

"Strive for what you believe in, set goals and you can achieve them"

Thanks for the days you kept me breathin' when my asthma was bad

and my chest was weezin', Thanks for the look of love

Just as i was leavin', some nights, you thought that i wouldn't come back

I left you grievin', thanks for holdin' down the household

When times were bad, as a man, i apoligize for my dad

When the rent was due, you would hustle like a pimp would do

That wasnt the life meant for you, your a queen, you deserve the

cream, everything that gleamed, everything that shined

Everything thats mine

(Chorus 2x)

I'd risk everything

Oh, i'd risk everything

Yes i'd do anything, anything

Anything for you

(Verse 3)

Dear nephews, i'm writin' this, wit no pen or a pad

And i'm signin' it, ya uncle, ya bestfriend, and ya dad

Don't look at before when your feelin' bad, i'm righ there

For when you cut to when you peelin' a scab, if it comes a time

And you aint feelin' your real dad, put my face on his body

Dont wait for nobody, Don't follow no nigga, that's hoe shit man

Stand on your own two, Do your shit man, the world is yours

Some girls are nice, Some girls are whores, Don't listen to your crew

Do what works for you, standin' back away from situations gives you

the perfect view, You see the snakes in the grass, then you wait on

there ass, Bite your tongue for no one, and whatever is said take it

how they want, a closed mouth don't get fed, you know my number when

it's code red, or if you're wrong, my nigga

Your my nephew, fuck it we get it on my lil nigga

(Chorus 4x)

I'd risk everything

Oh, i'd risk everything

Yes i'd do anything, anything

Anything for you

Uhh, uh uh uh

It's big pimpin baby..

It's big pimpin, spendin G's

Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..

Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah

Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..

You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em

Cause I don't fuckin need em

Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good

But I don't fuckin feed em

First time they fuss I'm breezin

Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"

I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch

Better trust than believe em

In the cut where I keep em

til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts

Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up

Let em play with the dick in the truck

Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs

Divorce him and split his bucks

Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread

so you can be livin it up? Shit I..

parts with nothin, y'all be frontin

Me give my heart to a woman?

Not for nothin, never happen

I'll be forever mackin

Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion

I got no patience

And I hate waitin..

Hoe get yo' ass in

And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now

RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now

RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah

Chorus One: Jay-Z

We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese

Check em out now

Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese

We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

[Bun B]

Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario

Comin straight up out the black bar-rio

Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe

Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh

Oops, my bad, that's my scenario

No I can't fuck a scary hoe

Now every time, every place, everywhere we go

Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!"

Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit

We don't pull it out over little shit

And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit

Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab

Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me

and you see us comin down on yo' slab

Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it

But nigga if you hatin I

then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it

You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on

Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track

Timbaland let me spit my pro's on

Pump it up in the pro-zone

That's the track that we breakin these hoes on

Ain't the track that we flow's on

But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone

We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man

Fo' real it don't get no bigger man

Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip

Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool

Chorus Two: Bun B

We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese

We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B

Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese

And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s

Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T.

It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga

[Pimp C]

Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup

All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck

Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall

If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all

If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes

Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me

Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys

Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise

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

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

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

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

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

[Jay-Z] (Amil)
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
My ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they going
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't understand the flow
They understand the dough
The ladies going
(Hey papi)
Promise you'll never let me go
Promise you'll never leave me
Promise we'll grow, they saying
(Hey papi)
Even if they don't und