[somebody whispering]
Somebody’s pulling me closer to the ground
I ain’t panicked I been here before
Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage
In front of that crowd
And showed them who was who and what was what
Man look at these suckers
I ain’t no rapper I’m a hustler
It just so happens that I know how to rap
Okay I’m reloaded!
(music drops in)

[Jay-Z]
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right? I know
I know what y’all niggaz asking yourself
Is he gonna ever fall off?
No…

…a lot of speculation
on the monies I’ve made, honeys I’ve slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers I’ve met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What’s the position you hold? Can you really match
a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold?
Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you’re left out in the cold
Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O
For the millionth time askin me
Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin me
then get upset when I catch feelings
Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave
While I’m looking at my Rol’ ice spinnin on my sleeve
Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot?
Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block?
What you doin in L.A., with phillipinos and ese’s
Latinos and Cheve’s, down by Pico withh Frederico
I answer all your questions but then y’all got to go
Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know? BLAOW!

Roc-A-Fella y’all, uhh, uh
Know my style

Motherfuckers can’t rhyme no more, bout crime no more
Til I’m no more, cause I’m so raw
My flow expose holes that they find in yours
Wasn’t for me, niggaz still be dying for whores
But I hate when a nigga sit back, admirin yours
Young blood you better get that, we frying baccars
Niggaz don’t want to be confined to riding the iron horse
And don’t listen to the rappers, they dying to floss
I used to be O.T., applyin the force
Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss
Come back with the click playing Diana Ross
I’m the boss and this is how it’s gonna be
Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V
I got mouths to feed till they put flowers on me
And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise
Tombstone read ‘He Was Holdin No Leaks’
Started from the crack game and then so sweet
Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the old-G
On MTV, telling em how I sold D
And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B
Me and my homie, started out coldies
Picked the mailbox lock cause I ain’t have no key
Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made ‘Sophie’
Then I went low key, but now I’m back it’s on
Motherfuckers
Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Roc-A-Fella y’all
Uhh, feel this

*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 a fish in a pool of 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…

Huh cheer
Understand this right uh
How real is this cheers
Jon B. Coko Jigga
Uh huh understand what we tryin to do
(Keep it real love) Right right (Keep it real love)

Keep it real love [Always hook up] keep it realer than real
Keep uh uh keep it realer than real uh huh yeah right
(Always keep it real love) Right check it off
[You have got me stuck] (Ill hook you up, love) Keep it real (Ill
hook up right)
Keep it real, what (Ill hook you up, love) keep it realer than real
Keep it real, huh, uh, uh

Me and you been kickin it for some time
Shorty, you aint let me know whats on your mind
I remember when cheatin on my girl was once my steez
But the loves so good, you got me on my knees askin, “Please can we?”

Make love tonight, feel so right
Hold you tight, take my sweet time
To let you know how I am feeling for you
So tight, your love is right
Keeps me up, girl, all night
I love the way you hook me up, girl, will you

Always hook you up (You, baby, baby) if you keep it real
Your love, girl, Ill keep it real (Ill keep it real, baby)
You have got me stuck on how good it feels
It feels so good to me, my baby

Boy, you know Im sittin here outta my mind
Cause I never thought Id find someone to spend my time with
And the way youve opened up to me
Lets me know that youre the one for me, so tell me can we

Make love tonight, feel so right
Hold me tight, take my sweet time
Let me know how you feel, my love is real
So tight, your love is right
Keeps me up, boy, all night
I like the way you give it to me

Always hook you up if you keep it real
Your love, girl, Ill keep it real [Just keep it real]
You have got me stuck on how good it feels
It feels so good to me, my baby [Boy, it feels so good, baby]

Always hook you up if you keep it real
Your love, girl, Ill keep it real [Ooh…ooh…yeah…]
You have got me stuck on how good it feels [Hoo…]
It feels so good to me, my baby [Yeah…hey…yeah…]

Yo, realer than my late night creeps, you understand me
The genuine article, I cant fade sleep
Jay-Z, king of the one nights
I cant stay forever, love, I get it done right [Always hook you up]
And I shall return to sweat out your perm
Cutie, I would truly do damage to your dooby
Thats the deal, ma, thats the deal of the deal
I keep it real, what, I keep it realer than real, word to my life, Jigga

Always hook you up if you keep it real
Your love, girl, Ill keep it real
You have got me stuck on how good it feels
It feels so good to me, my baby [Ooh…ooh…ooh…]

Always hook you up if you keep it real (Im gonna) [You gotta] (Im
gonna)
Your love, girl, Ill keep it real [You gotta keep it real]
You have got me stuck on how good it feels
[Hey…hey…hey…hey…ey…hey…yeah…yeah…yeah…]
It feels so good [So good, baby] to me, my baby (Im gonna be real with
you, babe)

Always hook you up [Baby] if you keep it real [Keep it real,
yeah…yeah…]
Your love, girl, Ill keep it real (I want your love, baby)
You have got me stuck on how good it feels [How good it feels, baby,
yeah…]
It feels so good to me, my baby (Ooh) [Lets keep it real]

Always hook you up (Always hook me up now) if you keep it real
Your love, girl, Ill keep it real (Always hook always hook me up)

(H to the izz O, V to the izz A)
Welcome ladies and gentleman to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow of the century, always timeless…HOV!
Thanks for comin’ out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me
I appreciate that….uh

H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Fa shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in V-A
Was herbin’ ’em in the home of the turbans
Got it dirt cheap for them, plus if they was short wit cheese I would work wit ’em
Boy did we? got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn’t born hustler, I was birthin’ ’em
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Fa sheezy my neezy keep my arm so greasy
Can’t leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped they chrome it ain’t easy
Cops wanna knock me, D-A’s wanna box me in
But somehow I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Not guilty, Heigel does not feel me
It’s not real to me therefore he doesn’t exist
So poof, vamoos son of a bitch

H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Fa shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in V-A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Not guilty y’all got to feel me
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up (holla at me)

I do this for my culture, to let ’em know what a nigga look like
When a nigga rent a roaster
Show ’em how to move in a room full of vultures
Industry shady it need to be taken over
Label owners hate me I’m raisin the status quo up
I’m over-chargin’ niggas for what they did to the cold crush
Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us
We could talk but money talks so talk mo’ bucks

H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Fa shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in V-A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Not guilty y’all got to feel me
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up

Hov is back, life story told through rap
Niggas actin’ like I sold you crack
Like I told you sell drugs, no Hov did that
So hopefully you wouldn’t have to go through that
I was raised in the pro-jects roaches and rats
Smokers out back sellin’ they momma’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 close?
Crack’s in my arm, watchin the long arm of the law
So you know I seen it all before
I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend’s weight
The try and the fail, the two things I hate
Succeed in this rap game the two things that’s great
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
What else can I say about dude I gets busy

H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Fa shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in V-A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
Not guilty y’all got to feel me
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
That’s the anthem get ya damn hands up

H to the izz O, V to the izz A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A
H to the izz O, V to the izz A

{***Jay Z (Sauce)***}

Jay Z talking: Sauce mothafuckin jigga jigga feel this…

Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) Fuck ’em all day fuck ’em all night we don’t love these
hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (Fuck ’em all day fuck ’em all night we don’t love these
hoes)

Verse 1
Yeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it’s on)
Ladies know that when the sun’s up I’m gone
(Fuck them bitches though digits though)
Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know whaat
(All black gat with the mack out)
I take shorty to the rest blow her back out
sun dress undress throw her back out (biotch)
(in & out like a crack house) keep it moving
(Face off with the .38 scraped off)
keep shorty maced can’t throw a 4-4 eight ball
know your place (so it starts when ya least expect)
(the yeast infect) you don’t imitate bitches
(piece protected) so I hear you hate bitches?
(love the dough, ya flow irritate niggas)
fuck them though, it’s all out and
have a fall out I fucked ya girl
(On top now we call out fuck the world)
(Face Off!)

Chorus
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (Fuck ’em all day fuck ’em all night we don’t love these
hoes)

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) Fuck ’em all day fuck ’em all night we don’t love these
hoes

Verse 2
(I apologize ladies I’m lovin’ ya right)
you must be used to me trickin’ but we fuckin’ tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheelin’ the whip
all night long just feelin’ the dick be-i-itch
(Sauce mothafuckin’ slayin’ I’m sayin’ with no delayin’)
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin’
nigga you neva know what a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) check the shit jigga do
(My crew) mackin’ the same bitch (I do)
(back man stack grands) daddy like I you
(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?
women start to fall we all bat around
Let my whole team hit it (scatter ’round)
you never seen wit it (pat ’em down)
check for cream in it (These riches)
got nu’hin to do wit these bitches
(Nothin’ y’all can do to stop these digits)
(Face Off!)

Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) Fuck ’em all day fuck ’em all night we don’t love these
hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (Fuck ’em all day fuck ’em all night we don’t love these
hoes)

Verse 3
(Can I touch that?) what’s that? Leave it for dead.
Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead)
Stay fly ’til ya die nigga deep with prayer
(with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Ladies & gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds)
(broad day like De Niro shoot all day)
I’m the man fuckin’ the tracks and you just foreplay
get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out
What keep it cocked faithfully like salop
with one in the drop don’t get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer hoes bitch shamer)
(clap cats a snitch she’ll give ya whole click name up)
Look I done came up (and) thought a whole game up
meet me in the square with one in the chamber
(The Face Off nigga)

Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) Fuck ’em all day fuck ’em all night we don’t love these
hoes

(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
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[*Music*] (Jay-Z)
(Everytime I think about you) Let’s try this Guru
(I feel so alive) Yeah Yeah
( wish I could hold onto you forever) This is how I start my day a new

(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life) Good Morning America…Ghetto USA
[*Jay-Z in background*]
(Never read the Koran or Islamic scriptures) Uh
(Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz) Come on

(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life)
Good Morning
It was the best of times and the worse of times
(The sunshine was shinin’ you were on my mind)
Yeah
I wake up hit my shoe box I snatch out a few rocks
Put the rest inside now I’m ready to ride
Put the bomb in my socks so cops can’t locate the valve
I ain’t freshly dressed but got a Colgate smile
That’s right
(I woke up early this morning)
Throw on the same clothes I had on last night
I got loads of capers to come up with this paper
I got money schemes that come to me in my dreams
Hit the block like a veteran
Fiends need they medicine
I’m the relieve pitcher
Their clean up hitters
It works I hit the Ave stash the bag in the dirt
Put the rest in my small pocket I start clockin’
(I woke up early this morning)
Same routine I’m runnin’ game to fiends
Exchangin’ cash for crack rocks
Back and forth to my stash box
Hundred dollars a week
Shorties got the Ave watched
Fiends small I’m gettin’ rid of this bomb
As I
(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life)
Good Morning
(Never read the Koran or Islamic scriptures)
(Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz)
(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life)
(The sunshine was shinin’ you were on my mind)

(I woke up early this morning)



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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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[Jay-Z]
This here’s a ballad for all the fallen soldiers
I’ma bout ‘ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man)
and a soldier’s life, parallel
And the one thing they got in common is pain (forget about me for a second)
Picture split screen
On one side we got a hustler getting ready for the block (human beings)
Other side you got the soldier getting ready for bootcamp (soldiers)
They’re both at war (this is life)
Stay with us

[Chorus]
Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast
So don’t you worry, about what you see, it will pass

[Verse 1]
You lost him mama, the wars calling him
Feel its his duty to fall in line with all of them
He’s a soldier
Rose through the ranks as the head of your house hold
Now its time to provide bank
Like he’s supposed tah
Now just remember while he’s going to November
Theres part of him growing up
His shirts soaks up your tears as he holds yah
Your heart beatin so fast speeding his pulse up
Yeah i know it sucks, Life aint a rose bud
A couple of speed bumps
You gotta take your lumps
Off to Bootcamp, the worlds facing terror
Bin Laden been happenin in Manhatten
Crack was anthrax back then, back when
Police was Al’Qaeda to black men
While I was out there hustling sinning with no religion
He was off the wall killing for a living

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Days turn to nights, nights turn to years
Years turn to “how the fuck we make it in here?”
My barracks average couple fights a day
Get you locked in a hole wont see the light of day
And I feel like I’m just writing my life away
I never thought shit could end up quite this way
There’s a war going on outside no man is safe from
I’m here for the good fight only the fakes run
I’m here for the purple heart, if I cant take one
For my team or my siblings whats my reason for living?
I love my niggas more then anything else
This war’s about my family, me needin the wealth
You dont understand how useless as men we felt
Till you become a 5 star general
Shout out to my niggas that’s locked in jail
P.O.W.’s thats still in the war for real

[Chorus]

Your baby boy is getting grown
So your baby boy is moving on
I’ve gotta chase (gotta chase it)
If I’m gonna make it (gonna make it)
Your baby boy is getting grown
So your baby boy is moving on
I’m gonna make it
Even if I gotta take it (gotta take it)

[Verse 3]
Mama said pray your sons becoming a man
This wars taxin to ’em like Uncle Sam
Hear the noise make the right choice, understand
Every choice that he make he makes it for his fam
It’s death before dishonour
And if hes gone you should honor his memory
Dont cry we all gonna die eventually
But if he’s locked in the penetentiary send him some energy
They all winners to me
(What’s up kid?)

[Chorus]