Jay Z - Can l Live ll

[Produced by K Rob]

[Intro: Jay-Z]

Yeah, is y'all niggas 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, you're being stingy with the fucking music again yo

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Yo, yo... yo I blacks out, I pulls the MAC out

Scream "what's that about?", then I clap out

I get my plot on and my drop on, through the rotten

Don't even hate on those who hate me, I got Pac on

Feeling it (feeling it), chickens are ice grilling it

Cops pulling it over, Jigga react militant

Speed off, officer told me turn the beat off

I turned it a level higher, then return the devil's fire

I'm raised different, react in situations niggas lay stiff in

Rookies blame it on the age difference

My subliminal flows, create criminal odes

Sing along if y'all with me, til 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?

[Refrain: Jay-Z]

Can I live, for all my niggas with all white Air Force Ones

And black guns, stack ones yo

Can I live, for all my chicks pigeon-toed

Stand bowlegged like a bulldog, know what I mean, huh?

Can I live, to all the cee-lo champs

Two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll, heads, yo

Can I live, to all my niggas who drink Hennessy straight

Cop mixtapes and sell weight, niggas

[Verse 2: 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 neighborhoods, I live in?

My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central

Where cops lock you up 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 math then

He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said

[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]

Ayo there's money out there I just got to have

When I catch up to these fiends I'ma knock 'em on they ass

Not to brag, sometimes I look at my life and laugh

How I think about school and it taught me not to grab

When I backed out, let one out, 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 fiend before reading Donald Goines

Flipping boy and, using the right cut

One thing that's fucked up is bad dope that I can't pump

This slab gotta re-up and re-bag

Blend it in with the raw, bubble it fast cop more

Once I get it I got it I lock it, nobody pop shit

Selling twenties on my block, bitch, on some blacktop shit

What you want nigga? What you want nigga?

What you want, what you want nigga?

[Outro: Jay-Z]

Can I live...

To all my niggas that hold coke in they bubble coat

Trying to win with the construction Timbs yo

Can I live...

Yo USA, all my chicks that strip

Boos go to the store with the doobie 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

Haha, all the mamis dame un beso, alright

All my niggas rocking them fitted caps

Trying to get at this rap, know what I mean

All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no license

I like that shit, I see y'all

All my niggas that say pause after they say some fucked up shit 

Hahahahaha, rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Roc-A-Fella forever yo

Uhh, Major Coins, yeah, uh-huh

Memph Bleek nigga, uh-huh uh