Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life de Jay-Z

Listado de Canciones

1. Money Ain´t a Thang
2. It´s Alright
3. It´s Like That
4. Reservoir Dogs

   Letra

   [Sheek] Fuck -- shit is real right here Roc-a-Fella, lox, takin the streets over motherfuckers Don't get it twisted Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From tv your ass With no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids I ain't straight til my numbers match the Motorola? Bid? And walk the streets up in? ? Like I don't fuckin care If I ain't strapped that means I took em off my Nike Airs Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores Jet-skiin, while you keep warm at corner stores I make it hot, floodin your block, the best way Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray As I get roasted lookin at Biggie posted on my wall Takin shots of Louie til I fall Nuttin to lose, just load the clip up in the groove And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move My team, you would think was on Thorazine How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing [Beanie Sigel] Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now Pick out a quiet town and tie it down Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now Beanie Mac I supply it now My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps Bag enough coke to last a few weeks In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats You really wanna test my name? And test my game? Until you have me, test my aim? Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles Hit you up in your apartment buildin vestibule Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin Heat from the noggin, keep on sparkin Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin Cop off the lot never see me at the auction Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin Out on the strip, until I reach the margin Not tryin to meet the Seargeant, at the precinct Eatin cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans [Jadakiss] Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box Come down on appeal then I'm killin your pops You feelin The lox, nigga why you grillin The lox If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it Lot of cats still tryin to study my last bounce Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce They got me where I can't be without my large gat Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat Don't matter if I'm openin up, or headline Doin the speed limit or pushin red lines Six months in the county or fed time I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga Ever had beef with, son is a bastard Anytime I spit, spit acid, L. O. X. Ruffryder you heard? We got the game mastered I told you the pain was comin You wouldn't listen You tried to play me like a joke? Now who got the last laugh? Now take these bullets with you to hell [Sauce Money] You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick Picture me fallin off, I'm camera shy Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin your crew I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin to lose Somethin to prove? Spit it, we can have a sprayoff I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off Ain't nuttin for me to bust a trey off Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews Flow hot like a heatwave bitch Whips fatter than them s***s they beat slaves with I'm a meal stackin nigga who pull quick, still packin For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull [Styles] I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car I don't care about your block and whoever you shot I don't care about your album and whenever it drop I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked I'm too busy lightin 'dro with a whole lotta hash Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz Shootin backwards, just for practice Ride or die nigga, hoppin in your casket Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you Tell the whole world I'm spittin let em know the shells hit you I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella Jay (what the fuck) spendin mozzarella [Jay-Z] I know pop you can't stand us cause you c*** them hammers Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna Whoa.. Watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I c*** the cannon Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed Get brained in the four dot six Range Shit main, switch lanes Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine Flow with no cut, you take it in vain/vein to the brain Muh'fukas is noddin and throwin up, you know that You don't wanna owe that man He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more I just sit on my money til I'm above the law How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses We don't stop at the tolls we got ez passes, nigga Multiple cars and divas with D-classes Iceberg sweat with I. B. On the elastic Shit, beyotch! What the fuck, ya heard me? Put some more beat on that joint
5. Paper Chase

   Letra

   [Foxy Brown] Uhh, uhh, uh-huh Uhh (paper chase) Bonnie n Clyde Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin down (gotta get that paper y'all) That's right, uhh (Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah Paper chase y'all, paper chase what? Uh) Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this bitch Half a brick of yea, bout to lay down this bitch (til November?) Nah, I'm here to like slay down this bitch What you think? I don't wanna have to spray down this bitch Call my whole team, from around the way down this bitch I'm tryin to stay down this bitch, play down this bitch Had a sound, so my nigga Jay drown the six Roll the windows down and, weight round this bitch But there's a couple things 'fore it's ok round this bitch Gotta talk to the natives, let em know I'm here For all to get the paydays, first I line up all the haters I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya Money providentials hope that's not a problem for ya If so, Jigga be here, day after tomorrow for ya (That's right!) [Chorus: Foxy, Jay-Z] [F] Gotta get that paper dog [F] Gotta touch that, love that, paper dog, uhh! [J] Gotta get that paper dog [J] Gotta have that grab that paper dog! [F] Gotta get that paper dog [F] Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that [J] Gotta get that paper dog [J] When I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at? [Jay-Z] I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones A down ass bitch and she down to click Got a nice little hooptie that I get around with And my plan is, not to leave this town til I'm rich Gotta find a nigga sellin all them ounces and shit Tell them get down with the click or get found in a ditch See I drop down and strip, I turn around and spit Not to hit em, just to let em know the sound of shit Return later that evening in the club with Fox And I got the snub nosed for those that love to box I'm in search of them young niggaz that hug the block All day, til it's like gray outside Shoot dice talkin shit all day outside And even when it's hot, they outside Let em know, how it's gon' go, Bonnie n Clyde And aiyyo, you will want me on your side [Chorus:] [Jay-Z] Yo, yeah, I got that stress and I got it the best I ain't got it to give but I got it to test And if you wanna get down, all you gotta invest Is your time, I gotta move this in a, week or less For the next couple of days I brought her all I posess The Rolex, necklaces with the vvs Twin to drive in the passenger with a tv rest For my top draft picks I cop the new gs Now all the little soldiers wanna roll with my team Cause I ain't sold em a dream, I just showed em the cream Picked em up in the afternoons and told em some things You know the regular shit you do when you moldin them teens Yo, never lay your head where you holdin them things From family, to your business, nothing goes in between Never feared no man, put four in his Beem Drop your gun then, blow the scene, ya heard me? [Chorus:]
6. Can I Get A...

   Letra

   [Jay-z] 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! Verse one: jay-z Can I hit in the morning Without giving 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 it wasn't droppin? If wasn't ah, eight figure [nigga] by the name of jigga Would you come around me, would you clown me? If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya Put your two lips on my wood, kiss it - could ya See yourself with a [nigga] workin harder than 9 to 5 Contending 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: repeat 2x [Jay-z]can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough [Amil]can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for players without dubs? [Amil]now can you bounce wit me, uhh [Jay-z]bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil]uh uh... Major coins [Jay-z]bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil]yeah, not done [Jay-z]can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil]uh-uh uh uh Verse two: amil You ain't gotta be rich but fuck dat How we gonna get around your bus pass Before put this pussy on your mustache Can you afford me, my niggas breadwinners, never corny Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the Front end, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta "git up, git out and get somethin" [shit! ] I like a, lot of pravada, alize and baca Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the c*** up Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up 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 sweetie, I'm high maintenance High class, if you ain't rollin, bypass If you ain't holdin, I dash yo Chorus [Jay-z] now can you bounce for me, bounce for me [Ja]uhh [Jay-z]can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja]uhh! [Jay-z]gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah [Jay-z]can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja]uhh! [Jay-z]gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja]uhh! Yeah Verse three: ja It ain't even a question How my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes Like my puss wet and dry like damn floes What ya'll niggas don't know it's easy 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 the snitches I'm talkin bout straight figures, if you here get wit us If not boo, you know what, I still got you Chorus [Jay-z] Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me bitch Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce... Bounce... Wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wi me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah...
7. Coming of Age (Da Sequel)

   Letra

   [Jay-Z] Uh-huh uh yeah, gi-gi-geyeah Time to come up, hold my own weight, defend my crown Gots to lock it down and when they rush -- part two [Bleek] Cocaine whiter now [Jay-Z] Operation is sweet [Bleek] Whole game tighter now [Jay-Z] Movin a brick a week [Bleek] Plus a nigga price is down [Jay-Z] We them niggaz to see [Bleek] Time to start the arisin now [Jay-Z] I don't know what's wrong with Bleek [Jay-Z] It seems, I'm like Keenan, pickin up on the vibe That he ain't too happy, I could just see it in his eyes I don't know if it's the chicks or how we dividin the loot Time to pay his ass a visit 'fore he decide to get cute Jumped out like a star with the flavest car Matchin the gator shirt, softer than my next door neighbors These young niggaz think I fell out the loop Cause the last time they seen me hoppin, out the Coupe I hopped out in a suit [Memphis Bleek] Look at this nigga Jay frontin tryin to take my shine I didn't say this verbally, just had some shit on my mind Plus I'm puffin like an ounce, more than I used to puff Takin advice from these niggaz but they ain't used to stuff They had me thinkin, "shit, I'm the one that moved the stuff While he drive around town in brand new Coupe's and stuff" Swear to God, they had me practically hatin his guts As he approached I spoke, "Jigga whattup?" [Chorus: Memphis Bleek] I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh) [Jay-Z] Look at that fake smile he just gave me, it's breakin my heart Should I school him or pull the tools out and just break him apart I felt his hatred it was harsh, 'fore this fakin shit start I should take him in back of the building and blaze him [Memphis Bleek] Uh-oh, this nigga Jay he ain't slow, he musta picked up on the vibe And had I, not been so high I woulda been able to hide Tried to cover up myself, as I gave him a five Hugged him, as if I loved him [Jay-Z] To the naked eye It woulda seemed we was the closest, but to those that know us Could see that somethin was about to go down [Memphis Bleek] Stay focused I'm tryin to concentrate, but it's like he's reading my mind As if he can see through this fog and all this weed in my mind Could he see I had plans on, bein the man Ever since we first spoke and he put that G in my hand And I gave it back to show him, I was down for the cause As he approached ("Whattup Bleek?") and I paused.. [Chorus: Memphis Bleek, Jay-Z] I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine Time to change up, no more second in line [Bleek]Nine-eight, these streets is mine [Jay-Z] Right, yo we wild out in Vegas, styled on haters Mouthed off at the cops, I done crammed every drop Copped whips the same color, we tighter than brothers With different fathers but same mothers, this life don't love us So til death do us, I'm never breakin my bond Nigga we Lex movers, V-12 pushers [Memphis Bleek] As I stand One leg of my pants up, in a stance like, "Man what?" I know these niggaz are peepin my mind cancer But in time's the answer Seems mind-blowin, this weed and Hennesey Got my mind goin, trust me nigga, I'm knowin Chicks used to ignore me, and my aunt sayin I need fifty Not sixty-forty [Jay-Z] Oh God, don't let him control y'all Your gun is my gun, your clip is my clip baby [Memphis Bleek] Your fun is my fun (uh-huh) your bitch is my bitch Any nigga tryin to harm Jay I'm feelin for you I ain't only touchin you, I'm killin your crew [Jay-Z] Give it a year, you'll be sittin on a million or two Records sold nigga, perfect your roll, geyeah [Chorus: Memphis Bleek] I done came up (came up) put my life on the line Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (change up) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (what, geyeah geyeah) I done came up (came up) put my life on the line Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (change up) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine [Jay-Z] Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine Time to change up, no more second in line Yeah, yeah Coming of Age Two, brand new
8. A Week Ago

   Letra

   [Jay-Z]Uh-huh [$hort] That's right [Jay-Z] Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago [$hort] Last week I had everything [Jay-Z] Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago [$hort] I had the money.. Had the cars, the bitches [Jay-Z] Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago [$hort] and the jewelry.. And then my motherfuckin niggaz started snitchin [Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh uh, yo [$hort] Beyotch! [Verse One: Jay-Z] Growin up in the hood just my dog and me We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see Problems, I called on him, he called on me We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P Met him unlocked doors, off my keys Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed Used to call me from the joint til he ran out of change And when he called collect and I heard his name I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone He's talkin reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?" He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet cause you're home." I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone The crackers up there bleachin your dome, you're reachin I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on." From there I sensed the beef was on I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone Can't be too safe cause niggaz is two-faced And they show the other side when they catch a new case It's on [Chorus: Too $hort, Jay-Z] It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked (Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago) Funny what, seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip now you droppin names Uh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago) [Verse Two: Jay-Z] Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell We both came in this game, blind as hell I did a little better, had more clientele Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin for bail Seventeen and I'm holdin on to around a mill I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill Had niggaz thinkin I was from Uptown for real I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty Freezin on them corners still holdin my crack Lookin up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at? Came from flat broke to lettin the dough stack You tell them feds I said I'm never goin back I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious [Chorus:] [Verse Three: Jay-Z] The lawyer I retained you said you leakin some things All this after a week in the bang I'm mad at myself cause I didn't spot the weak and lame I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us We sposed to c*** the ninas, what happened to that? Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap? Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad And your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?" The labelling of a snitch is a lifetime scar You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars [Chorus:] [Too $hort] Shit is crazy man All these niggaz out here snitchin We was one step away from takin this crack money And recyclin it through the ghettoes And buildin back up our own hoods Now all you niggaz start snitchin on each other I got partners doin 15-20 Wouldn'ta been doin shit If you didn't snitch Beyotch! It's about time y'all check that shit out man It ain't all good Shut your mouth Just watch the game And don't snitch It sure will do a lot for you Believe that baby Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main You know I got it Got it goin on We got the money Ain't got nuthin to do with crime baby But I'm recognizing [Jay-Z] You rat bastard!
9. Money, Cash, Hoes
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   [Jay-Z:] Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What Uhhuh Yeah (Uhh) Come on Big flow (GGRRRRRR) Come on yeah come on Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick Fuck all y'all haters blow dick I spits the game for those that throw bricks Money cash hoes money cash chicks what Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Only wife of mines is a life of crime And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us Fuck it Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz Y'all can't floss on my level I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture If you get close enough you can read the scripture It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what [Chorus: repeat 2X] Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON) Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) Flavors robust platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what Us the villains, fuck your feelings While yall playa hate we in the upper millions What's the dealings (huh) it's like New York's been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealing More money more cash more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit I led a life you can write a book on Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Man and I tell ya it'll be the best seller [Chorus: 2X] [DMX:] D-M-X and my dogs bite Jigga my nigga rhyme all night Thugs for life one night with this rap shit Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen When we clap shit Actin like we owe em something Then we show em something Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasn't fed food And the only thing that's stoppin him is you Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you Topic include; choppin in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the street This was one dog that loves raw meat But gettin back to just cause I, love my niggaz I she'd blood, for my niggaz Let a nigga holler where my niggaz All I'ma hear is right here my nigga [Chorus: 2X] Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh Ruff Ryders My nigga Swizz Uhhuh uhhuh Don't stop biatch Uh Uhhuh yeah Inspect the game yo
10. Nigga What, Nigga Who (Originator 99)
11. Ride or Die

    Letra

    I'm rollin with Roc-a-Fella man Cause they got money man, heh heh [Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh-huh uh uh, uh-huh, 'Hovah Yeah, Stevie J nigga Y'all ready? Yo, yo How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight) How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight) How many y'all wanna ride tonight Nigga ride or die or ride or die [repeat 3X] [Verse One: Jay-Z] Aiyyo fuck y'all, niggaz I crush y'all, rush y'all With the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all Little motherfuckers ain't ready for war I seen your team in a Chrysler before, but I forgot? The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I Much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that This nigga ready for war, well where that fool at? I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them Especially those that get fucked for they publishing, heh Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew I probably make more money off yo' album, than you You see the respect I get everytime I come through Check your own videos, you'll always be number two Niggaz talkin real greasy on them R&B records But I'm platinum a million times nigga, check the credits S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price I can even make yo' shit tighter I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya Take your little jewels and put the toast to niggaz like ya You know what the fuck we do and why we done it How I bring it to niggaz who, probably want it Keep playin, you gon' find me in your lobby blunted And I don't even smoke nigga, ain't no joke Niggaz cat fightin with Jigga, kickin sneaky shit Makin little tapes but keepin it secret Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit Now I don't know if you fuckin with Jigga Spittin that weak shit y'all How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight) How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight) How many y'all wanna ride tonight Nigga ride or die or ride or die [repeat 2X] Yeah, yeah Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live Jigga's the Don, bitches scream "Jigga dandy, Dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm" Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit and the charm Bitch I'm tryin to tell you like Nichalous Bond I'm a big cat, listen mami, can you dig that? Cars, jewelry, homes, I did that Oh's, shootouts, keys, I live that Actresses, models, chickenheads, hit that I get stacks and still I kick back And run up on niggaz with the midac, where the shit at? How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight) How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight) How many y'all wanna ride tonight Nigga ride or die or ride or die [repeat 2X] Time to seperate The platinum from the white gold, right from the door The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick From the cats with the numbers, the five from the six I got cop n crash money, pop the dash money Press the button, alluva sudden, glock in the stash money Beef with Jigga, watch yo' ass Money It's El Presidente, top brass money Now I don't flash the steel, I blast for real My motto: you only good as the last nigga you kill I'm here to snatch this meal, nigga that's for real If you rollin with me grab the wheel, let's ride huh? How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight) How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight) How many y'all wanna ride tonight Nigga ride or die or ride or die [repeat 4X]
12. If I Should Die

    Letra

    [Jay-Z] Come on... Life... Death... Here... Gone... Yo If I should die don't cry my niggas Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas Get on my niggas when it's real Say word to Shawn my niggas If I should die [*echoes*] Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big Poppa Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas At high school got head by the lockers Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers Rocked jewels dropped school still didn't fail Rhymes still written well hold court in the street Never sit in the cell for a second then I'm gettin' my bail Shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me Everybody around us become one for that day To live life get your shit right & play Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that's ok But life's short don't miss a day uhh If I should die don't cry my niggas Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas Get on my niggas when it's real Say word to Shawn my niggas If I should die... [Wais] ... Don't cry my niggas It's been one hell of a ride my niggas Say word to Wais my niggas When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas Just keep gettin' it on my niggas Say word is bond my niggas I got a lot to look back on in '88 Got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on Gettin' shorties like a thespian Had an episode with two lesbians got a fetish for that Drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks & pulled the root out Squeeze my whole clip to survive shootouts Been on both coasts fired all kinds of heat Probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets I got dead mens to meet and questions to fulfill Like is that mystery God real? And how was Kennedy killed? I ain't mad I must've smoked a ton of reefer sipped Coronas With Latifah broke the code of Geneva I know when I reach the other side I'ma see the Cat I had beef with who blood remains on my sneaker Then it's on again if I could be born again I live my life through my son And tell him never have a friend Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time That I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid Niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run thicker Never she'd tears cry liquor my nigga If I die don't cry my niggas It's been one hell of a ride my niggas Say word to Wais my niggas When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas Just keep bangin' these songs my niggas Say word is bond my niggas If I die... [Half Dead] ... Don't cry my niggas Just stay gettin' high my niggas Don't wonder why my niggas When I'm gone live on my niggas Just follow my path my niggas Say word to Half my nigga I'm the aftermath of pleasure never die alone Born to live forever through life's struggles I cut corners & took drastic measures See you niggas life expire right in front of me Time could never mend what these cold streets Mentally done to me too often I close my eyes And see my own coffin feelin' haunted ready to leave This world that I'm lost in my only chance To see the seeds I lost through abortion When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn Keep flossin' as long as my name Lives on what's most important I'll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life Afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights & I'd return on the 3rd like Christ Without my physical portion My spirit a poltergeist for sure I'll be back through the heist tomorrow Blood over y'all fake niggas door What you thought? (huh) What you thought? (nigga) If I should die don't cry my niggas Just stay gettin' high my niggas Don't wonder why my niggas When I'm gone live on my niggas Just follow my path my niggas Say word to Half my nigga When I die...
13. Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)
14. Hand It Down (Intro)