Álbum: Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter

Listado de Canciones

1. Big Pimpin´

   Vídeo

   
2. There´s Been A Murder
3. Come And Get Me

   Letra

   [Jay-Z] I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin But when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fuck Ignorant bastard, I'm takin it back to day one No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun Well here's the shock of your life, the glock not the mic Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street You still fuckin up then trust me I still creep Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet But reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother I'm a crook like you, I took like you I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you How dare you look at Jigga like I'm shook like boo I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me.. COME AND GET ME! [*gong sounds*] Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come.. [*bell rings*] COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka-COME AND GET ME! .. [*bell rings*] COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka.. [*bell rings*] .. Ka-ka-ka-ka-come [*bell rings*] .. come and get me COME AND GET ME [Jay-Z] Don't know what y'all niggaz is Tryin to do but I don't like it Yeah, straight gangster shit Heyyyy, uh-huh-uh-uhh gangster shit Uhh, straight gangster nigga Roc.. Yo, your summer's bout to get hot Niggaz home from jail and they plottin Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top The Continental T, got em resentin me God I work hard, please don't envy me I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard I can recall a year ago I almost lost this job All y'all remember is the part about me parkin the hog What about all them days I was walkin my dogs? Barkin at broads, but they never hollered back And if they did all they said was, "Where dem dollaz at?" Imagine, bein skinny growin up around broader cats The quiet assassin demeanor of them college cats Until I got a gat and loudly start poppin back Round the way, niggaz called me Bobby Bouchete Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to Jay How y'all gon' stick me up, take my jewels away Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise away Well I got news for y'all fools today, hey.. [Chorus: Jay-Z] I got, shots to give come and get me nigga Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga I won't, part with this come and get me nigga I worked, hard for this come and get me nigga I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME.. COME AND GET ME.. [Jay-Z] I made it so, you could say Marcy and it was all good I ain't crossover I brought the suburbs to the hood Made em relate to your struggle, told em bout your hustle Went on MTV with do-rags, I made them love you You know normally them people wouldn't be fuckin witchu Til I made em understand why you do what you do I expected to hear, "Jay, if it wasn't for you.." But instead, all I hear is buzzin in your crew How y'all scheamin, tryin to get accustomed to my moves So y'all could tape my mouth, stake out my house But I got pride I'm a nigga first I gotta cock back and pull the trigger first That's how Jigga work The funny thing; I represent y'all everytime I spit a verse And that's the shit that hurts But hey, I got my mind right, got my nine right here So when y'all feel that the time is right.. [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Aiy yo yo, aiy yo yo It's only fair that I warn ya, rap's my new hustle I'm treatin it like the corner, fuck with me if you wanna My game change but my mindframe remains the same I gotta protect what's mine Shit I started from nothin; zero, zip I made my way hustlin, I don't owe niggaz shit I'm paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped Cats I played skelly with? Niggaz done flipped I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip Two in the stash, one come up when I shift I keep one under the chair where I sit I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bitch Ask Big; everytime he'd come to my crib He'd find another gun that I hid I'm ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is Everyday like a hundred-and-six.. shit.. [Chorus 2X] [Jay-Z] Motherfuckers!
4. NYMP

   Letra

   [Jay-Z] Geyeah, NYMP the realest, uhh This is educated thug MU-SIC, niggaz Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive Blocks'll have you, tryin to maintain your course Through the potholes and gravel Hot holes and what-have-you, tryin to clock dough Foes tryin to pop shots through you by code Pigs tryin to grab you and lock up your soul Through the Hot Apple, nighttime shots crackle (bucka bucka bucka) Fiends tryin to gaffle you Not only cokeheads but the Feds in the Mercuray Topaz After you, up the avenue Tryin to give you big numbers, you got math to do Tryin to make you miss summer, shit, that ain't cool I caught smaller cases tryin to get cap or two Up against the wall, tryin to pass through Ghost-like, hear the cries from the tortured souls Most nights, I hold my toast tight, and it goes like [Chorus: Jay-Z] N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest Marcy.. Brooklyn.. [Jay-Z] Yo; I come through, gettin money, sittin on twenties Niggaz throwin me shade, but ain't shit sunny Hot shells only thing niggaz could get from me Cocktails thrown in your living room, KA-BOOM I'm so confrontational; They shoulda never let me go on probation yo I'm a hustler; except that.. No correctional facilities can correct that I took a step back, I viewed myself, seen where my head was at It's where that dough is homey, gotta get that Gotta get away, some try but head back Uhh, street smart niggaz got left back Some died, they left stacks Me, I ball right, and on top of that I'm dog nice Jigga been cold as fuck before ice Not before Christ, but a long fuckin time Get your mind right niggaz [Chorus: Jay-Z] N.Y.M.P., the realest Uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz Uhh uh-huh, uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz Marcy.. feel me.. [Jay-Z] I looked Death in the face years back I held tears back, I gathered myself and stared back I'm from where you don't crack, the weak don't live You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't give I take and rape villages, who gon' stop him? Not Rudy Guiliani, not Hillary Rodham Still I still pop him Shit I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it's all political now I think big when I spit at you now Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'cha Between life and death, they killed my spirit So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball I ? myself, teacher said I was a lost cause Cause I used to roam them halls Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped college Who woulda thought I'd make it "Big" like Ms. Wallace? [Chorus: Jay-Z] Uhh, yeah, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz Brooklyn, what? N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz Marcy.. Brooklyn, N.Y.M.P. the realest, feel me [Jay-Z] Educated, thug mu-sic niggaz This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is project Real shit, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin grounds Fuck with me
5. Hova Song (Outro)

   Letra

   [Jay-Z] Who ever thought young Shawn Carter would change the game? Used to rap to the raindrops off my window pane Duckin the plain cops, pushin indo and 'caine At the kitchen table late night, no pen, just my brain First album niggaz love me cause they thought I was poor Guess I'm successful; industry don't love me no more Well I'm the same nigga from your corner, bubblin raw Skully tilted, pants saggin, damn near touchin the floor And I come with do-rags to your so-called awards T-shirt with my chain out like fuck y'all all Retrospect ain't been the same since I lost my dad He's still alive, but still fuck you, don't cross my path A&R's had me feelin like moss in the drab So I turned the league out with "Reasonable Doubt" Get your cd's out, let's go, song for song I'm the illest nigga doin it til y'all prove me wrong Do you believe? It's Hova the God, uhh, uhh, uhh..
6. Watch Me

   Letra

   [Dre] yeah! [Jay] Uh uhh uh-uhh, boom boom boom [Dre] D-are-E! [Jay] Say it with me niggaz, boom boom [Dre] And Jay-Z! [Jay] Boom boom boom boom [Dre] What the fuck?! [Jay] Boom boom boom boom [Dre] Watch me! [Jay] Jigga-Man, ya heard? Boom boom boom Brooklyn, ya heard? Boom boom booom [Dre] Compton! [Jay] Gotti Gotti ya heard? Yo.. [Dre] C'mon! [Jay-Z] You gotta, pop that styles, rock that watch dial See that Benz? Cop that now Drop-that-top-down, they gon' kill us anyway Them cops uptown hit holmes with forty-one rounds Live yo' life, get yo' ice She been with you since day one nigga, trick on yo' wife Spend that dough, when in doubt, take that trip She ain't livin for the moment homey shake that bitch He that cool, he can't take you nowhere? Then leave that fool Be that rude if he that cool Save for what? Ball til your days is up This place is fucked, all type of aids and such How they make it where you afraid to fuck They gave us drugs then turned around and investigated us Life is short, then you on life support So in between it all I'ma say I seen it all, watch me [Chorus: Dr. Dre] Place yourself in the shoes of true felons (uh-huh) And tell me you won't ball every chance you get (uhh, watch me) At any, chance you hit (that's right) we live for the moment (yo, watch, watch) Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars (Watch me) You see me around some cheese (Watch me) See me with hustlers around them G's (Watch me) Blowin 'dro runnin through pounds of weed (Watch me) At the bar baby, round's on me (Watch me) [Jay-Z] Watch me turn somethin out of nothin, turn platinum from gold Watch me light the Cohiba off the Viking stove I take an empty bank account, fill it with oh's I take an empty building then I fill it with hoes Watch me, cop that Coupe, shine for the ladies Have em sayin, "Damn I never seen a watch that blue" And while they still mesmerized I pop that cooch' Shit, law enforcement couldn't stop that dude Guess who? Fresh off of "Volume 2" Back at you, peep the numbers my album do They call me Cham-pagne-hovah, wake up with a hangover When y'all think the game's over, do the same thing over Still with the same soldiers Still gettin brain and it's plain ain't a thang gon' change over Hop out the truck, hand on my c*** and nuts Who got the bank, I'm stoppin it up, watch me [Chorus: Dr. Dre] Place yourself in the shoes of true felons (uh-huh) And tell me you won't ball every chance you get (watch me) At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars (Watch me) You see me around some cheese (Watch me) Hangin with hustlers around them G's (Watch me) Blowin 'dro runnin through pounds of weed (Watch me) At the bar bitch, round's on me (Watch me) [Jay-Z] Yo the watch too rocky, need shades Continental sittin on blades, spinnin like waves Gun too Brock-y, behave Big shot, plus I'm feelin like Rocky these days Ice don't melt I could ski through a heatwave Nights won't help you see Jay, it'll be day My shit too bright, I rip through mics Plus I push more powder than Crystal Light Chick mad, said I hold my pistol too tight Get a grip bitch, this how I get through life I buy out the bar, spit Crist' through the mic See Jigga in the 6 and all the shit you like See Jigga givin dick to every bitch you like I told her, "It's Jay-Day and Hit-You-Night" You wanna, see me again you gotta get two dice I got rules I can't hit you twice, you heard me? Watch me [Chorus: Dr. Dre] Place yourself in the shoes of true felons (uh-huh) And tell me you won't ball every chance you get (that's right) At any, chance you hit, we live for the moment Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars (Watch me) You see me around some cheese (Watch me) See me with hustlers around them G's (Watch me) Blowin 'dro runnin through pounds of weed (Watch me) At the bar baby, round's on me (Watch me) (Watch me) You see me around some cheese (Watch me) Hangin with hustlers around them G's (Watch me) Blowin 'dro runnin through pounds of weed (Watch me) At the bar bitch, round's on me (Watch me) [Jay-Z] Uh-huh-uh uh-uhh uh-uhh.. Uh Uh-huh-uh uh-uhh uh-uhh.. Uh-huh-uh, Jigga Jigga shit huh? Uh-huh, uh-huh-uh, Brooklyn-Brooklyn shit huh? (Compton) Uh-huh-uh, Gotti Gotti shit huh? (C'mon) Uh-huh, uh-huh-uh, Lil' Rob shit huh? (C'mon) Uh-huh-uh-Uhh, Roc-a-Fella shit y'all (C'mon) Uh-huh, uh-huh, murder murder shit y'all (Watch me!)
7. S. Carter

   Letra

   [Jay-Z] S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no, nope You can't see 'em Though you got plans to be him Pay homage if by chance you meet him In his pants pocket, your advance in pedium It's the undisputed champ, being For clique, dough sick, no medicine for us Competition like I said in the chorus Let me spell it out for ya Jay to tha Amil (A to the Y stay real fuck how they feel, uh-huh, uh-huh) That's how we put it down (Uh-huh, uh-huh y'all gon get it now) Chip off the old block Resemble my old pops 'Cept I tote glocks and open dope spots And I shut down rap crews Smack them cats who flash tools Laugh at fake ballers with bad jewels I'll tell you once This is shit you should've of knew (Jigga what?) Jigga (Jigga who?) Okay [Jay-Z] S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no I'mma Roc-a-fella soldier I thought I told ya Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor No tints, make no mistake y'all it's Hova I stay sportin' played Jordan's before Jordan Verses tight, hooks harder than Ken Norton Musically touching you Truthfully I abuse beats better call bcw I make my mother move So I have no problem coming around the old way Sluggin' you, that's what a thug will do (Thuggin', bust techs, a suspect dangerous, and I love rough sex) Yeah that's what's up Even when I'm asleep the gats is up Paranoid like Sunny drive backing up But I'm from Bed-Stuy, killa with the flow Let lead fly from out the four-four, motherfuckers [Jay-Z] S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no None I remain at the top like the sun And I burn whoever come in my chambers of torture The flame gon' spark ya Blood stain the tarp But remains they chalk ya Don't try to smooth talk us [Amil (Jay-Z)] You got nothing to offer But the baby nine And make ya fine offer The chick is ill Even with four-inch heels No panties on and Patricia Fields I get down Just name the time, the place We could take it back to Vaseline on our face On a regular day we just gleam up your space Rock our own line, got our whole team laced Rw with the torch on my jeans by the waist Without heat we still gon steam up the place (Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, here we go) [Jay-Z] S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no
8. Pop 4 Roc

   Letra

   [Amil (Jay-Z)] (Alright yeah) Would ya love me? (Uh-huh, alright) Would ya hate me? (Watch this yo) I know ya love me (Alright) I know ya hate me (Uh Clue) Would ya love me? (Brand new Duro) Would ya hate me? I know ya love me (Feel this yo, uh) [Amil] Uh, uh, uh See me comin through hair done just a slinging my shit With something Gucci on clinging to my hips Frontin with the Star Tech ringing in the whip Icy ears, neck, fingers for years Got the show wild with the toes out Shit I don't fuck with no stingy nigga I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi nigga What I'mma do with your little blunts and Henney nigga? I'mma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley nigga Uh my niggas will ride for me You should see all the things they buy for me Uh, it's obvious how I spend my time Around ballers all day don't have to spend a dime Callin' up room service when it's dinner time Get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga, uh, uh, uh [Amil (Beanie Siegal)] Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Beanie Siegal] Ay yo, we gon' stop this here Get this clear the general of the Roc in here Beanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this year Keep the ego we been bound to the top ya hear Forget about it you don't know me yo stop the stares I've been about it pop you then pop ya peers You know how I do six coup, top be clear You know how I play low layer Roc-A-Wear Catch Siegal in the kitchen balloon in the pie Y'all from whom to buy Y'all niggas know if y'all cross Mac Y'all soon to die Cuz you know I bring heat like June and July Spit like August I'm the truth I'm not lying I'm the reason why Jay feel comfortable retiring I gotta laugh cuz y'all work hard at this shit Think about yo I just started this shit Just imagine if I put my heart in this shit Scary sight y'all niggas feel me right God damn yo I barely write But every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nikes [Amil (Beanie Siegal)] Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Memphis Bleek] Yo, yo, well I'm gold now Memph Man Coming Of Age and I'm grown now Sittin on chrome now I'm the youngest gun, I get it on with anyone I've been in thirty beefs shit I'm barely 21 Guns I hold em like offensive linemen Bring em back to the streets like a brick on consignment Interlining of the Mark Buchanan Spark two hammers Memph Man gold marks the understanding [Jay-Z] We don't engage in war we elope Orange juice style beat niggas to a pulp We broke nigga you just told 3 jokes Me, Biggs, and Dame we get some things See the six dames me and Biggs live in the Range Mine's platinum his Champagne Niggas whisper cuz if they talk they gets slain Y'all's was looking for me on the charts the bricks came Left the same night in the morning the chicks came I just use rap to put shit in my name The death's just a matter of time the hit's been arranged Contracts signed the s***s in your name Just to lame rap niggas I'm the king Motherfuck the ring mami kiss the chain I don't got game to waste on y'all I'm don't think with my dick or chase my balls I'm a hustla hit me with an eighth of raw And when I get on top I'mma blaze all y'all Keep em laced some more I know you want some things I drink a lot of water mami come clean Chicks I pump her then dump her Cars we got em bumper to bumper Rap niggas y'all days are numbered Nobody drop nothin' next summer, yeah [Amil (Beanie Siegal)] Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Jay-Z] Yeah are-O-C for the 2 triple O Ya heard me You are about to witness a dynasty like no other Beanie Siegal, The General Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the roc Memph Bleek, Young god Ha, ha Jigga Man, get ya mind right niggas
9. Snoopy Track

   Letra

   [Jay-Z] Bounce Uhhh, ha, uhhh, ha Uhhh, uh-huh-uh-uhhh, uhh, uh-huh This for my hustlers.. Uh-huh And for the bitches.. Yeah Yo, yo This is for my niggaz down in Houston on candy paint All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami mayne All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin dem bones All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes; holla at me It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa All the haters eat a dick they wanna see you brok-er I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya Hope you'll never be sober I'ma toast to myself I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin into a tizzy So pissy, swervin on the road dizzy May God protect my soul, angels walk with me First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so shifty The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you won't get me I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me What the fuck? [Chorus: Juvenile repeat 2X] You know, we ride All day, all night Pop Crist, shoot dice Fuck hoes, for life [Jay-Z] This is for my chicks that get dough for takin off they clothes All them money makin honeys that slide down the poles All my educated chicks who grade is 4. 0 All the baby mamas across the globe; aiyyo I like my women friends feminine I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem.. Shit! I like em bow-legged, never coke-headed With a dough fetish - the drive to go get it I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated They never tell me no, the most they said is "not here" I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch Forget it I'm the don [Chorus:] [Jay-Z] Wha-What? This is for my dice shooters, cats doin life By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin alright Who got em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck? Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin up Who shit is big pimpin? See the flow different I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip em I keep rappers talkin to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" em Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel Keep the flow Hovah; icy neck, cold shoulder Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra? It's "The Roc" [Chorus 1. 5X]
10. It´s Hot (Some Like It Hot)
11. Things That U Do

    Letra

    [Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh Jigga man, uh-huh MC ThatТs right Swizz Beatz Uh, uh, come on [Mariah (Jay-Z)] It's the things that you do That make me feel so... (Come on, inhale, exhale, breathe on it for me) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh) I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Bounce, bounce) It's the things that you do That make me feel so.. (Exhale breathe on it for me) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Yeah) I love you (Uh come on) You thug look at what you make the clubs do [Jay-Z] You know the flow sicka, know Jigga, mo' sicka now right You know what me and Swizz's shit sound like Crazed and demonic, uh without blazin chronic Product of Reaganomics You know that motherfuckin stoop raised me Ringin in da hoops but I was too lazy School made me sick, teachers said I was too crazy Low and behold, it's the new and improved Jay-Z Let me explain this to you baby I spent nights out, days in Niggaz was blazing, twelve noon where I was raised in I felt caged in but kept roaming Prayed for the Day of Atonement Married to the streets no date of annulment It seems every time it comes up They postpone it So I kept my chrome at the waist Waiting for the omen Savoring the moment and now you know The reason that I flow the way I flow baby [Mariah (Jay-Z)] It's the things that you do (Uh, inhale, exhale, breathe on it) That make me feel so.. And I don't know the way I feel I can explains I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Bounce, shake, bounce, shake) It's the things that you do That make me feel so.. (Uh, exhale, breathe on it for me) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh) I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Drop, bounce, yo) [Jay-Z] You know I move like an ounce Bottled up like crack That's how I make you bounce like that Defy Webster's words they can't pronounce like that That's why no other rapper got a sound like that Trap, trap of my life Flashback, kill niggaz Rap skills unmatched, Jigga man baby I can't entertain it sometimes I can't explain it God given, gifts of a soul for hard living Far be it from me to question Allah's wisdom Could've been lost in the system Instead I'm involved with the rhythm I dodged prison, came out unscathed from car collisions I know I must be part of some mission Shit I used take it for granted Why they placed me on this planet I would ask myself while writin raps to myself But right there under my nose Was the flow of all flows Not a demon but a rose in the cement, come on [Mariah (Jay-Z)] It's the things that you do That make me feel so.. (Inhale, exhale, breathe on it MC) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh) I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Bounce, shake, shake it, uh) It's the things that you do That make me feel so.. (Exhale, uh) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Lights out nigga) [Jay-Z] You know I've traveled through zones Homes spazzed like a bad back I came into this game on Jaz's back I jumped off stood on my own two like boom, that's that Yeah I'm here to show and prove Don't matter to me the Garden or flowin on Clue Whatever niggas wanna do - it's alright with me Whether you big or bossy, jig or flossy Dusty or musty, sober or saucy Broker than Todd Bridges, richer than Bill Cosby Forgive me for my arrogance or you still salty? Past on to the next life and you still haunt me I'mma keep doing me unfortunately I make the club rock, make thugs pop guns Make old folks do the bus stop; can't stop son Shit I give you what's hot and what's not, I never knew Y'all (niggas) know (niggas) how (niggas) do [Mariah (Jay-Z)] It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. (Uh, exhale, inhale) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Uh, bounce, shake, what? uh-huh) It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. (Uh-huh, inhale, exhale) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Bounce, shake ladies) It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. (Uh-huh, breathe for me, uh, uh-huh) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh) I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Lights out niggas) It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do
12. Dopeman
13. Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)
    Vídeo Letra

    

    Yeah, Roc-A-Fella, y'all know what this is We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drinks down An' report to the dance floor immediately All the bustas, we givin' y'all five seconds to get close to an exit It's about to get real ugly in here, five seconds is up, let's go Throw the hands up Throw the hands up, niggaz Throw the hands up, bitches Throw the hands up, bustas Throw the hands up, hustlers Throw the hands up, hos Throw the hands up, posta's Throw the hands up, Mac You know how Mac come through on the club tip Everybody real deep on that thug shit Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit Cop frisks suits, snub in the club quick Told y'all real high, when I come through You can try if you want to, you can die if you want to We hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wild Bitch, 'Back that ass up' like Juvenile When my peeps come to spend a dime a piece You know Mac come through with a line of freaks Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks Whole squad get it down like this Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris Whole squad got they crowns on wrist Whole squad got a pound of twist Whole squad got a pound to spit In case a clown wanna flip Mac never slip in a club, told y'all niggas 4/5th in a club If a nigga wanna draw, then the blood, it can drip in the club You know how niggaz get in the club, shit, you know how I be All high in vip, rollin' up to B. I. G. Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin' shit 'Til they man gotta an' come pick 'em up Got bitches in the back bouncin' to 'Jigga what? ' You got your hands up an' I ain't even stick y'all up Everybody get it up, throw the hands up Everybody get it up, throw the hands up 12 A. M., on my way to the club 1 A. M., dj made it erupt 2 A. M., now I'm gettin' with her 3 A. M., now I'm splittin' with her 4 A. M., at the waffle house 5 A. M., now we at my house 6 A. M., I be diggin' her out 6: 15, I be kickin' her out 7 A. M., I'ma call my friends 12 A. M., we gon' do it again We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again Yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about mcs on our hill? When we just cop them things, homey, the chromy wheels Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill Any given times a 100 Gs in your grill Don't talk to me 'bout mcs got skillz He's alright but he's not real Jay-Z's that deal with seeds in a field Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel Fuck, you gotta a flow, that's cool with me You gotta lil' dough, that's cool with me You gotta little cars, little jewelries But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me You know the wrist frostbit, minus two degrees 'Bout as blue as the sea, the way I maneuver the V Hat cocked, can't see his eyes, who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on, who but me Niggaz shift two million, then I blew the three Then I skated the four, before I went on tour I came back an' it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our slang I seen the same shit happen to Kane Three cuts in your eyebrows, tryin' to wild out The game is ours, will never foul out Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out Throw your hands up Niggaz, bitches, bustas, hustlers Fuck that Throw the hands up 12 A. M., on the way to the club 1 A. M., 'bout to shake the butt 2 A. M., now I'm checkin' the mix 3 A. M., now he buyin' me drinks 4 A. M., exit the club 5 A. M., think he gettin' some butt 6 A. M., nigga still ain't bust 6: 15, nigga will get up 7 A. M., gotta tell my friends 12 A. M., I'ma do it again, I'm, I'm, I'ma do it again 12 A. M., I'ma gonna do it again Let's go 12 A. M., on my way to the club 1 A. M., dj made it erupt 2 A. M., now I'm gettin' with her 3 A. M., now I'm splittin' with her 4 A. M., at the waffle house 5 A. M., now we at my house 6 A. M., I be diggin' her out 6: 15, I be kickin' her out 7 A. M., I'ma call my friends 12 A. M., we gon' do it again We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again Let's go
14. So Ghetto

    Letra

    [Jay-Z] Back at'cha How we do Primo, Jigga-Man History in the making Let's go Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh I spit the murder-murder-murderous Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uh-uhh Uh-huh-UHH Yo.. career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I'm back lookin like me Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin It's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin My whole crew up in this muh'fucker We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine You'll be wearing a black suit a long time I put your crew in hard bottoms The priest is like, "God's got him He never did nuttin to nobody but them boys shot him" Brandish iron, outlandish buyin Bentley Coupes, not braggin just simply the truth We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back Back up in D&D on this Primo track, listen [Chorus: Jay-Z {scratching by DJ Premier}] I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "You know him well.." "..by the name of Jigga" I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "You can love me or hate me.." "..Jay-Z" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down" [Jay-Z] Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday night I'm fuckin with the model chicks Friday night at Life So I'm cruisin in the car with this boozy broad She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the doo-rag off" Hit a U-turn; ma I'm droppin you back off Front of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?" Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch Won't change for no paper plus I been rich Eighty-eight been hustlin, linen been crushin em Women been fuckin them HUH? You see I live for the love of the street Rap to the ruggedest beats Hall closet cluttered with heat I spit that murder-murder-murder That Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn shit Furthermore ma.. We tote guns to the Grammy's, pop bottles on the White House lawn Guess I'm just the same old Shawn [Chorus] [Jay-Z] I'm from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y So it's hard for me to let the larceny die Niggaz see me in the streets with no bodyguards Just two big guns that'll body your squad Could niggaz be scheamin on me? Probably are Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too much Magazine said I'm shallow, I never learned to swim Still they put me on they cover cause I earn for them Soon as I sell too much, watch them turn on him Cause that seem to be the shit that'll earn for them I spit that murder-murder-murderous everytime a verbalist Iller than Verbal Kint is or O-Dog in "Menace" I'm ill, start to finish, I rip apart contenders I'm hot.. hehehehe.. [Chorus] [Jay-Z] I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me, uhh I'm so gutter, ghetto girls .. Heheh, (uhh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh), yeah Uhh, yeah, funk, yeah, with me, yeah, beyotch, yeah Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggaz, yeah Brooklyn, yeah
15. Hova Song (Intro)