(Jay-Z)
Geyeah, y'all nigaas finished yo
Is y'all niggas finished
Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh
You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all finished
Can I live, huh
Can I live, Joe your being stingy with the music bin yo
(Jay-Z)
Yo, yo... yo, I blacks out, I pulls the mack out
Scream "What's that about," then I clap out
I get my plot on, in my drop on
Through the rotten, don't even hate on those who hate me
I got popped on, feeling it (feeling it)
Chickens are ice grilling it
Cops pulling it over, Jigga react militant
Speed off, officer told me to turn the beat off
I turned it a level higher, then return the devils fire
I'm raised different, reacting situations
Niggas lay stiff and, rookies blame it on the age difference
My subliminal flows create criminal O's
Sing along if you with me, till the end of the road
I'm cynical when in the view of the public
And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in interviews
The percentage who don't understand is higher than the percentage who do
Check yourself, what percentage is you?
Can I live
For all my niggas with all white airforce ones and black guns, stack ones yo
Can I live
For all my chicks, pigeons, hoes stand bow legged like the bulldog, know what
I mean, huh?
Can I live
To all the ce-lo champs, two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll
Heads yo
Can I live
To all my niggas who drink hennesy straight, cop mix tapes, and sell weight
Niggas
(Jay-Z)
I got the feds sending me letters 'cause I'm schooling the youth
But they can't lock me down 'cause my tool is the truth
Yeah I sold drugs for a living, that's a given
Why is it? why don't y'all try to visit the neighboorhoods I lived in
My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central
Where cops lock you more than try to defend you
I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth
And all I see is life cycle just repeating itself
Ran into shorty bopping down the ave
On his way to clocking mad then
He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said
(Memphis Bleek)
Aiyyo there's money I there I just gotta have
When I catch up to these feinds I'm'a knock 'em on they ass
Not to brag, sometimes I look at life and laugh
How I think about school and it taught me not a ???
When I backed out, let one one, let the barrel turn
Holla at you faggots that it's my block to burn
That credit you dead it, I know heads getting annoyed and knew all
About a dope feind before reading donald goings
Flipping boying, using the right cut
One thing that's fucked up is bad dope that I can't pump
This slab gotta re-up and rebag, blend it in with the raw
Bubble it fast cop more, once I get it I got it I lock it
Nobody pop shit, selling twenties on my block bitch
For some blacktop shit
What you want nigga, what you want nigga
What you want, what you want nigga
Can I live...
To all my niggas that hold coke and they bubble coat
Trying to win in the construction Timbs yo
Can I live...
Yo USA, all my chicks that strip, boo's, go to the store with the dewey pins
Still in
All my chicks with the credit card scams, two kids, one job, and no man
All my chicks getting that washing set with their welfare check
All the mommies dame besa, all right?
All my niggas rocking them fifty cats, trying to get at this rap
Know what I mean?
All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no licenses, I like that shit,
I'll see y'all
All my niggas at St. Pauls after they say some fucked up shit
Rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Rockafella forever yo
Uh, Major Coins, yeah, uh huh
Memph Bleek nigga
