Jay Z - What They Gonna Do Part ll

Oh yeah, uh oh

Y'all know who it is (he's back)

Young!

If you with me, throw the diamond up one time

Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line

Niggas, don't be scared to grab her from behind

And make her show out her wild side, stick out her backside

Now what the fuck they gon' do with me

Got money, got broads, got a crew with me

Real as banana clips, I got a zoo with me

Get down or lay down nigga to shoot with me

Now how the fuck they gon' deal with me

I ain't going nowhere, they gotta deal with me

Got the whole BK ready to kill with me

You scared motherfucker, keep it real with me, keep it real with me

Now what the fuck they gon say to me

Got to clap, yi mean all day with me, CLAP, yi mean

Don't play with me, CLAP, yi mean

Stay with me, don't lose me y'all

And please don't confuse me with dog, I'm different

I bought it back for a living

33 O's on a bitch back like Pippen

3 She can keep for herself and distribute

36 O's and a key, you do the addition

Before Mitchell and Ness did it

I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted

I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it

[Hook]

Hon' what they gon' say to you

Got your hair did and your favorite shoes

Tell'em don't play with you, get'em away from you

You need a baller like I, call'em like I

See'em like naaaa

Move over y'all amateurs

No, you not balling that's Pro-Am shit

Oh, stop calling that's ho-man shit

Stop falling asleep that's old man shit

I stands up in it like a champ up in it

Be up in it so long, get my calls transferred in it

No more minute man in it

Get my Soundscan, BDS, and Marketing plans in it

[Hook]

What they gon do'

You got starch in your flow

I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow

All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilke

I am art with the flow

Even if I'm guilty, you gotta pardon the flow

Niggas taking it lightly, had to darken the flow

Way I put it together, tear'em apart with the flow

I'm too smart with the flow, you just started the flow

Stop it youngin, you 106th & Park with the flow

I am pro, as you see I'm off the charts with the flow

Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow

In some places they say this, I am God with the flow

Like my office, but they're biased, too involved with the flow

(Oh no) I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow

Troubled man, dare I say, I am Mar with the flow

I come up hard but I evolve with the flow

Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow

[Hook]

Jay Z - Bitches & Sisters

[Chorus: N.W.A. sample]

Let's describe a certain female

Let's describe a certain female

Let's describe a certain female

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

(Bitch) you know my name and the company I own

(Bitch) you like my style and you smell my cologne

(Bitch) don't try to act like my track-record ain't known

(Bitch) you probably gotta couple CD's in your home

(Bitch) don't make me say it twice, you acting all up tight

All sidity like, like, like you ain't a (Bitch)

I ain't no ball player, you ain't gonna get pregnant and get

Hit off with paper, you gonna get hit off and slid off

Before the neighbors take off to go to work

So just, take off your shirt, don't hit me with that church shit

(Bitch) I got a sister who schooled me to shit you chickens do

Tricking fools, got a whole Robin Givens crew that I kick it to

They be hipping dudes, how you chickens move, I be listening too

(Bitch, bitch, bitch)

Don't make me say it thrice, you acting all up tight

All sidity like, like you ain't a (Bitch)

You ain't no better cause you don't be fucking rappers

You only fuck with actors, you still getting fucked backwards

(Bitch) Unless you fucked a dude on his own merit

And not the way he dribbles or ball or draw lyrics

You're a (Bitch), No ma, you're a (Bitch)

[Chorus: N.W.A. sample]

Let's describe a certain female

Let's describe a certain female

Let's describe a certain female

[Interlude]

Say Jay-Z, why you gotta go and disrespect the women for, huh?

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

(Bitch) Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve

Sisters work hard, bitches work your nerves

Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up

Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up

Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids

Bitches in street with their nose in your biz

Sisters tell the truth, bitches tell lies

Sisters drive cars, bitches wanna ride

Sisters give-up the ass, bitches give-up the ass

Sisters do it slow, bitches do it fast

Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live

Bitches have niggas all up in your crib

Sisters tell you quick "you better check your homie"

Bitches don't give a fuck, they wanna check for your homie

Sisters love Jay 'cause they know how Hov' is

I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch

Jay Z - Show You How

[Intro]

Catch up, niggas

[Verse]

Damn you fadin' Hov', how you gave 'em that?

Audemar Piguet with the alligator strap

Sick of y'all niggas with ya now or later raps

Rap about it now, hope you get it later

Do a couple shows, hope you niggas is savin' up

(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)

But this particular watch be a one of one

That means none before it, none to come

The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it

(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)

You ain't heard? I push the six when the fives is out

You can't fight me, in the Porsche I'll box you out

(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)

We don't drive X5s we give 'em to baby-mammas

Push the big top that shaped like a Kansas chicken snack box

I get it crackin' when I'm backin' out the garage

A 360 drop Ferrar', shutdown manhattan

Bucket low, like fuck it, though

Nikes on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it, though

(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)

Nigga I'm a check writer, you're royalty recievers

Y'all eatin' off Per Diem, on the low like a caesar

Pay ya taxes, y'all niggas hustlin' backwards

I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard

(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)

How you want it, my jeans is 300

These ain't Diesel, nigga, these is Evisu

Top is Roc, you know the rest

A big bucket of frozen water on my chest

(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON)

Listen man, get a crate, some crack, and some house slippers

A newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips up

Or get a gun, a mask, an escape route

Some ducktape'll make 'em take you to the house

And ma don't give him nothin', unless he's treatin' you special

Soon he'll get desperate, and go down and bless you

And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair

Just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah

(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON)

Look, think big, fuck gettin' your nails done

Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son

Don't let 'em give you, hard dick and bubble gum

Make him cop the Lex bubble, 2001 hon

(I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON)

And if your man got you baggin' up, it could be worse

Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse

Jay Z - A Ballad for the Fallen Soldier

[Intro: Jay-Z]

This here's a ballad for all the fallen soldiers (this ain't music)

I'm 'bout to 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 a mother's pain

(Forget about me for a second)

Picture split screen (forget musicians)

On one side we got a hustler getting ready for the block (human beings)

Other side you got the soldier (people) getting ready for boot camp (it's life)

They're both at war

Stay with us

[Chorus: Marc Dorsey]

Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast

So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

You lost him mama, the war's calling him

Feel it's his duty to fall in line with all of them

He's a soldier

Rose through the ranks as the head of your household

Now its time to provide bank, like he's supposed ta

Now just remember why he's gone 'til November

It's part of him growing up

His shirts soaks up your tears as he holds ya

Your heart beating so fast speeding his pulse up

Yeah I know it sucks, life ain't all rosebuds

A couple of speed bumps, you gotta take your lumps

Off to boot camp, the worlds facing terror

Bin Laden been happening in Manhattan

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 to war killing for a living

[Chorus: Marc Dorsey]

Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast

So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

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 won't 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 can't take one

For my team or my siblings whats my reason for living?

I love my niggas more than anything else

This war's about my family, me needing the wealth

You don't understand how useless as men we felt

'Til you become a 5 star general

Shout out to my niggas that's locked in jail

P.O.W.'s that's still in the war for real, for real

[Chorus: Marc Dorsey]

Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast

So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams & Jay-Z (Marc Dorsey)]

Your baby boy is getting grown

So your baby boy is moving on

I've gotta chase it

I'm gon' chase it

And I'm gon' make it, gon' make it

Yeah, your baby boy is getting grown

So your baby boy is moving on

I'm gonna make it, I'm gon' make it

Even if I gotta chase it

You gotta take it, wooo, yeah

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]

Mama say prayer your son's becoming a man

This wars taxing to 'em like Uncle Sam

He ain't gon' always make the right choice, understand

Every choice that he make he makes it for his fam

It's death before dishonor

And if he's gone you should honor his memory

Don't cry we all gonna die eventually

But if he's locked in the penitentiary send him some energy

They all winners to me, what's up Emory

[Chorus: Marc Dorsey]

Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast

So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass

Jay Z - As One

[Intro: Jay-Z & Rell]

(We're the ones with the flame) Yeah

(We're the fire that remains) Turn Rell up a lil bit

(We're controllin' the game from now on) Huh

Yeah! It's the world-renowned, internationally-connected

Locally-accepted, Roc-A-Fella Records

Don't get it confused (Roc, baby)

Doin' what we do (It's the Roc, baby)

B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk

Free, Young H-O, Bleek (You understand)

And introducin'

[Verse 1: Young Chris (Neef Buck)]

It's Young C (Young C!), home of Philly, young and hungry

All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me

And every hood in the world discussin' me

I hit it once, then I'ma give it up to Neef

[Verse 2: Neef Buck (Young Chris)]

It's Neef Buck (Neef Buck) out the cut (out the cut)

All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us

It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us

They can't fuck with us (AAAWWWWWW)

[Verse 3: Omillio Sparks]

I'm the one, man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows

To do with your ho all wrapped in one, I'm not done!

Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done

The one to cop one, come back for another one

Quick fast, like rapid refund

I'm the grrrrrrr, mean green out the money machine

I'm not done! I'm Omillio

And interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood

[Break: Jay-Z & Young Chris]

And you like it

All those haters talkin shit we don't like it

[Verse 4: Beanie Sigel]

We love it, that black mask, black glove shit

Roll up on him don't budge, bitch

With my MAC, and my TEC, and my vest, just like that

For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets

I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast

[Chorus: Rell]

Those seen here will lead you forever

And we will not leave you, never

And our voices will ring (rrrring!) together

As one (AAAWWWWW)

[Verse 5: Freeway]

It's young Free! Move, workin' the wheel, hand jerkin' the V

Busters know if you cross the line, thinkin I'm off my job

But I'm on like Chris when he popped his cuz

Thinkin them slugs'll fly

[Verse 6: Peedi Crakk]

Call me P.C.! Tempers spillin', I peel, look how I'm killin' the wheel

The fitted tilt to the left, the shirt blend with the sweats

Your girls skirts and veils, she undressin', don't stare

Take a picture, nigga, packin' the bills

[Verse 7: Jay-Z]

I'm the one! Young H-O, a game of none

What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung?

Listen hon! Twist up one, this is Armi, sip some

It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151

When I'm done! Make a run with The Roc

Rock Air Force 1's, rock a bun, hide shit in her hair

When I come! Through customs, cops can't bust him

It's Hov' the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run!

[Break: Jay-Z & Young Chris]

And you like it

All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it

[Verse 8: Memphis Bleek]

No, we love it, I got a mami with a body

Don't touch it, you can't fuck with

Young Easy, up on the Just Blaze production

You get nothin', we get enough spins

Can't stop us from coppin bottles while we clubbin'

It's the R-O-C forever, tell the public, huh!

[Chorus: Rell]

Those seen here we'll lead you forever

And we will not leave you, never

And our voices will ring (rrrring!) together

As one (AAAWWWWW)