Dynasty-roc La Familia 2000

[jay-z]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, let's go
Uhh, bounce, uhh, bounce
Uhh, bounce, uhh..
Shit relax your mind, let your conscience be free
You're now rollin with them thugs from the r-o-c
Sigel sigel in the house

[beanie sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

[jay-z]
Uhh, uhh, memph bleek in the house

[memphis bleek]
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch!

[jay-z]
Uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
Young hova in the house.. jigga! yeah
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!
.. hold up love
Everytime you see jigga man i'm rollin on dubs
Don't forget about them blades shit choppin it up
It's the motherfuckin roc bitch, who hotter than us?
Jay-hov, bout to change my name to jay peso
But in the meantime, call me william h. though
On the platinum yamaha, got the engine gunnin
Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach
{*cycle whizzes by*} y'all don't hear nuttin?
Who that, mac?

[beanie sigel]
Nah dawg, that's m. bleek comin

[memphis bleek]
Who the fluck, want, what?
Catch bleek in south beach out of the reach of the police
Gat on my lap (yeah) bitch on my back (holla)
Yak in my pocket, smokin the sticky chocolate (oo-wee!)
Holla if you want drama with

[jay-z]
The dynasty; amil, bleek, jigga and..

[beanie sigel]
Sigel - desert eagle dawg, who else but me?
Roc ears, roc-wears, bandannas and white tees
Me without a gun dawg, unlikely
You know i keep the heat right under the wifebeat'
Three-x-t, i'm lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, l.a. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus i stay dumb high
Whether block shit or rock shit
Club shit or drug shit, i pop shit i got shit
Get sig' any track i'ma spit the talk to it
Down south gon' bounce crips gon' walk to it
Get a ounce, get a woods, everybody spark to it
Every dawg, every blood in the hood, bark to it
Get the ounce, get the woods, everybody spark to it
We can smoke in here, put the choke in the air

[singer]
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

[jay-z]
Sigel sigel in the house

[beanie sigel]
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

[singer]
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

[jay-z]
Memph bleek in the house

[memphis bleek]
Still here, never left
Still bust, more or less, still puff - beeatch!

[singer]
Don't change the game for these hoes
Who plays the game like we supposed

[jay-z]
Young hova in the house.. jigga!
Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga!

I wear more bling to the source and soul train's
More chains than rings, niggaz won't do a thing
I bangs the four-four in plain, daylight i'm deranged
Spray right at your brain; by the way this is hov'
One shot dillinger, one shot killin ya
It's only one roc la familia
Sigel lock philly up, brooklyn is me
Matter of fact, the east coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than will smith
Can't call this a comeback, i run rap, the fuck is y'all sayin?
Five million i done that, and i come back, to do it again (uh-huh)
Ex-sinner, grammy award winner
Ballin repeatedly, highlights on sportscenter
Please repeat after me - there's only one rule
I will not, lose!

[jay-z]
Told y'all... dynasty... roc-a-fella records, you heard me?
Unstoppable, niggaz! uhh
Memph bleek.. amil-lion.. sigel sigel ya heard?
It's a dynasty! who do you believe?

Jigga man, mo' better, mo' cheddar
Foes knock the man off your polo sweater
Roll with the r-o-c, a-fella
Remember me? the teachers used to fail us
Now it's mo' scrilla, hoe killers
Fo'-wheelers, we - gorillas
Oh please feel us - we heat holders
Fightin? listen boy, roy jones couldn't still us
The plot thickens, the block clickin
We got the game tied up, stop trippin
Jigga man huh? sigel sigel y'all
Memph bleek what? amil-lion, uhh
Cat be him, el cap-i-tan
The fire i spit burn down happyland
Social club, we unapproachable thugs
Non-social, gone postal
Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast
Like a don's supposed to, shawn
I thought i told you, these ain't just vocals
Don't make me take it to the old school
I put holes through your hoes too
Through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you
Fuck it; jigga man huh? sigel sigel y'all
Amil-lion what? memph bleek..

[memphis bleek]
Y'all dudes don't - get it, come widdit
Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted
It's m dot e-m, the roc be them
Got the mamis sayin look, who can stop be them?
You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up
I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us nigga
No obituary, i get it critical
You know memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin you
When i cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket
When it's hot, i'm blastin, it's the roc, you bastards
Jigga man what? amil-lion yeah
Memph bleek huh? sigel sigel c'mon
Spit acid, c'mon
Witcha bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in
Niggaz wanna front and get jumped
Bet the ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump
Nigga, we are, the supreme squad
You can dream hard but reality is
We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads
Puff the green raw, we as real as it get
We the r-o-c dot a dot fellas
Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us
Nigga, jigga man what? memph bleek huh?
Amil-lion yeah, sigel sigel rap

[beanie sigel]
R (dot) o (dot) c (dot) stop
From tower to mind pop, i move out stop
Shower your mind block, move out with glocks
Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks
Take it to the bucks who be grindin it up
Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up
Competition, linin 'em up
Forty-five acp, let me squeeze lime 'em up
You want, drama what? well silence it up
Since a young buck, violent as fuck
Wettin me dog, the high will do it; i used to wild off embalmin fluid
I send niggaz to the trauma unit
Forty-five or the nine'll do it
I fuck around and have your moms go through it - i'm a beast!
Shit, niggaz always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit
When they motherfuckin peeps hit
But i don't cease nuttin, i decease som'un
I fuck around and have you sleepin underneath som'un
Jigga man what? sigel sigel y'all
Memph bleek uh, amil-lion right

[amil]
Yo, a to the m-i, feminist
Holdin the semi, leave niggaz faced with a dilemmi
Am i, gon' run or stay, can i
Get away no you can't can't i surrendi?
And i, lazy bop, mercedes hot
In my way through the tunnel like lady di

[jay-z]
Jigga man huh? sigel sigel y'all
Memph bleek what? amil-lion uhh

[beanie sigel]
1-900-hustler, sigel, holla at your boy
What's the problem shorty?

[shorty]
Yeah whattup man
I'm the only nigga from brooklyn out here man
I'm tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me

[beanie sigel]
Alright; hold on - hova, line one

[jay-z]
Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it
You find a dude in town, you send him a short message
Say, "hey, i'm new in town, i don't know my way around
But i got some soft white that's sure to come back brown
I get that butter all night
Cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a bike
They keep buyin hard white
And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price
Fyi, i never been robbed in my life"
Or -- you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib and
Let her introduce you 'round town like her man
Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent
Then -- before they look up you sellin the town cook-up
Or -- gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shit
Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them
Still there brooklyn?

[shorty]
Yeah yeah that's gangsta, i think i'ma roll with that one

[jay-z]
Make out a check for eight hundred dollars
Jigga man, holla {*click*, *dial tone*}

[beans] 1-900-hustler, sigel, holla at your boy
[chris] whassup sig? this chris out the young guns dog
[beans] whattup?
[chris] i'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game
The niggaz takin too long with that advance money and shit
[beans] yeah
[chris] talkin 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills
[beans] yeah i feel that
[chris] i know you well connected dog
Let me holla at somebody real
[beans] aight look, i got the perfect person for you, hold on
Bleek, line two

[memphis bleek]
Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the word
I ain't got time for a sentence all that shit is absurd
You find a strip first, if you don't cook find a bitch first
If you don't hustle find a nigga who pitch first
You new in town, no red and blue in town, there's gangs
Don't get fresh, let 'em know you small change
The strong move quiet, the weak start riots
We know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties til they tired
With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish
And other niggaz who gettin it - dead it
Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse
He resists, box him in, til he can't be moved
Here's the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it
Get in, get out - that's a o.g.'s classic
900-hustler, you pass it around
Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, i'm out
{*click*, *dial tone*}

[beans] 1-900-hustler, sigel, holla at your dog
What seem to be the problem young boy?
[mdkhn] yo whattup, this murder def kill homicide nigga
(??) i got two freaks
[beans] yo watch your fuckin mouth man
[mdkhn] fuck you mean watch my mouth nigga?
Been on hold for about two hours nigga
[beans] i don't give a fuck how long you been on the line;
Shut the fuck up! matter of fact, hold on
{*click*, *classical type music plays*}
[mdkhn] i know this nigga ain't just put.. put me on hold man
This bullshit-ass elevator music
[beans] free, pick up line five

[free]
First things first, watch what you say out your mouth
When you talkin on the phone to hus-tlers
Never play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couch
When you sittin in the presence of cus-tomers
Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out
If a nigga ever think that he touchin-ya
Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state
Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (hoe!)
Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!)
You stoppin dough when we clutchin the gats?
I know you heard "friend or foe," this ain't different from that
Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he like
Young, jon benet doin a mission tonight and yo
Until you up stay away from them dice and whores
Three smuts, two streaks and a dyke
Can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure
And if it's tight, then he might come back for more
Nine and four, everyday back and forth
Winter to summer, 1-900-hustler
Pass the number til you're stackin balls
Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package more
I take cash or write the check out to f-r
Two e's, that'll be two g's
And forget my money i'm comin for all your ki's, nigga
{*click*, *dial tone*}

[beans] 1-900-hustler, sigel, holla at your boy dog
[mdkhn] yo whattup young, you put me on hold earlier man what happened
[beans] yeah you stupid motherfucker {mdkhn: watch your mouth man}
You talkin all reckless on the phone
[beans] fuck you think this the,
Get-indicted-hotline or somethin motherfucker?
[mdkhn] yo, my bad man, my bad
I know i was talkin reckless earlier about them two chickens
You get it, you know, two chickens? but listen
[beans] what?
[mdkhn] just tell me how to move this shit man
I'm pushin hardly half a wing back nigga, holla
[beans] get a job, holla at perdue!
{*click*, *dial tone*}

[clue] yeah.. dj clue! a/k/a/, william, m. holla..
With william h. holla
[jay-z] the world's most infamous
[clue] the holla family nigga
[jay-z] roc-a-fella records, c'mon
[clue] dynasty! new jay-z! beanie sigel!
Stick to the script!
[jay-z] we live money over bitches nigga stick to the script
[clue] remember where you heard it first.. stupid!
[jay-z] cop, flip, we re-up; get back to the shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
[clue] d.. j.. clue!

[jay-z]
Yo, they call me william h. (h!) the all-time great (great!)
I fuck the most hoes out of new york state (state!)
I rock my jewels (jewels) i'm not a fool (fool!)
In the small of my back i got this big-ass tool (ha hah!)
When i'm skatin through the city and i stop and kick it
Be the most asked question - how i got them digits?
I say i stay on my grind, never stop for bitches
Never talk like a mime i gotta watch you snitches
And i stick to the script, that's my advice so live
Eat nigga, let it stick to your ribs
I seen niggaz go from handlin birds to ramblin words
To the man, seen a sammy the bull emerge on the stand
And it was all good just a week ago
We lost todd e., but we still eatin though
For like a hundred weeks nigga, we gon' run the streets
Til we reach malik or the date of e's release
Peep hova in a jeep rover, passin reefer over
To this freak, breathe mami this is good weed mami
Three, hymies under the belt, three extra clip
We aim, we shoot; y'all shoot aim, we stick to the script
C'mon!

[chorus: jay-z]
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
{*scratch* "you can bullshit with rap if you want, muh'fuckers"}
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
{*scratch* "you in the streets nigga, make your moves"}

{*scratch* "y'all niggaz truly ain't ready for this dynasty thing"}

[beanie sigel]
Geah, uh-huh
Yeah, money over bitches nigga
{*scratch* "this philly cat ba.. back at it"}
Stick to the script, yo

Aiyyo they don't call me mac for nuttin
I don't give a whore jack, man they all say that mac be frontin
But if you can't take a case bitch and take it to the chin
Take the heat, beat your feet bitch, skate in the wind
Don't snitch, we can blow dough, make it again
You can be my hoe bitch, i can't make you my friend
Because - friends depend on friends, not bean sigel's shit
I don't need you; let welfare feed you
Mac'll, stick to the script, and stick to the flip
I got a sick whip game, water stick to the bricks
I got a sick flip game, order gettin and shit
I got a strict strip, flip 'caine, get it in shifts
Bitch, you can't get at me, shit i get at you
Only in the physical, i tell you like mystikal
"shake that ass (yeah) watch yourself
(yeah) show me what you workin with but wash yourself"
Fuck a dirty bitch (yeah) man i roll with a sturdy click
That'll murder shit, empty clips you never heard a spit
Slide a bitch what? slide a bitch shit
Slide a bitch dick, then i slide out a bitch shit
Ain't no time to stick around and play step pops
Shit i'm tryin to get down, cop and upset blocks
Low price, quick flip, 2-8-k quick
Shit don't go right, 2 ak's spit - stick to the script nigga

[chorus]
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
..
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
We cop, we flip, we re-up; get back on our shift
Money over bitches nigga stick to the script
Y'all get knocked, y'all turn bitch
We get knocked, we never snitch, c'mon

[jay-z]
Is he a blood, is he crip?
Is he that, is he this?
Did he do it? y'know, ehh
Look..

If i shoot you, i'm brainless
Different toilet, same shit, and i'm sick of explainin this
I'm waitin on arraignment, my nigga is the plantiff
Yeah, i know what you thinkin - fucked up ain't it?
I shoulda known better, and i planned to
But dog they be takin me out of my zone like a nigga with a handle
I sat back and watched it, put the gats back in the closet
I tried to tie my hands like an iraqi hostage
Let niggaz take shots at me, no response
I just - flip and, pop my collar like the fonz
You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond
He'll try to play you twice, the third time is the charm
You wanna conversate with the writer of the qu'ran
Or old testament, don't test him then
I know what y'all thinkin dick, pause
Your future's my past, i've been here before
I know when you're schemin, i feel when you plottin
I got, mental vision, intuition
I know where you goin i read your mind's navigational system
Everybody whisperin - pst pst pst ss perspirin

[chorus]
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. geah geah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah..

[jay-z]
You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin
And i only use his waist to keep my glock in
But when shit goes down you know who's doin the poppin
And if you don't know, guess who's doin the droppin
S dot again, y'all got him in a bad mood
Bad move; that's bad news
How many times have i got to prove?
How many loved ones have you got to lose
Before you realize that it's probably true?
Whatever jigga say, jigga probably do
Shit i paid my dues, i made the news
I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews
And the streets say jigga can't go back home
You know when i heard that? when i was back home
I'm comfortable dog, brooklyn to rome
On any martin luther, don't part with your future
Don't ever question if i got the heart to shoot ya
The answer is simply too dark for the user
And as a snot-nose they said that he got flows
But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?
'fore the shots froze him, and he's dead and gone
From what the block has spoken, my god
Everybody stressin, who's his baby's moms?
Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh...

[chorus]
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. chicka-uh-ah, ah-chk-ah-uh-ah
Chicka-ch-ah, chk-ah-ah-ah
When the, streets is talkin, niggaz is gossipin
Bitches all in your shit, what's the cause of it?
I need to know.. gi-gi-gi, geah yeah uh, yeah yeah uh
Yeah, yo, yo

[jay-z]
I seen my first murder in the hall, if you must know
I lost my pops when i was eleven mmm twelve years old
He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin it's toll
But i ain't mad at you dad, holla at your lad
I grew up pushin snowflake to niggaz that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young nigga, give him a old face
All i did was smoke joke, think and drink
Copped 'caine and complained, front row watch game
I seen niggaz before me, with a chance to write they own script
Slip up and change the story
I seen young niggaz go out in a blaze of glory
Before reachin puberty, scared a nigga truthfully
I took trips with so much shit in the whip
That if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, sniff
Smell me nigga? the real me nigga, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me nigga

[beanie sigel]
The streets is not only watchin but they talkin now?
Shit they got me circlin the block before i'm parkin now
Don't get it twisted, i ain't bitchin, i'm just cautious now
Sub, under the parka, extra cartridge now
Hit his click sig' up you fell at it you're dense
I get word to the street like bell atlantic express
I feel the vibes and i hear the rumors
But fuck it, i'm still alive and i'm still in ju'maa i know 'stafallah
Niggaz wanna press me, put my back to the wall
But pressure bust pipes i know, i spat it to y'all
To know me is to love me, you see me, can't be me, hate this
Fuck you i got guns like neo in +matrix+
Cross the family, think mac's sweet like cairo
Or soft like play-doh get knocked off like fredo - corleone
They find you with a hole in your dome
I roll with niggaz that'll follow you and go to your home
Thought you ball, but nigga you fall to my defense
Catch you while you reachin, clip you then i cross you then i'm leavin
Apply full court pressure
Like four-four ?? get you out of here, pull pressure
To the trigger, bullets fly in three's
You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves
I do bullshit, dirt, tell lies then leave
Look in my eyes, realize it's beans
Niggaz wanna despise the team; till i play head coach
And straight up, divide they team
Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things
Til the bullet.. ah, motherfuckers!! yeah..

[jay-z]
Mmm, you don't understand now be..cause you're cryin, and you hurt
You'll understand soon enough.. soon enough

[singer overlaps jay-z]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

[jay-z]
You're my best friend's sister, grown woman and all
But you see how i am around girls; i ruin 'em all
Plus your mom call me son, around you since i was small
Shit i watched you mature - nah, this ain't right
But still when your boyfriend ditched you, life's a bitch you cried
Over my right shoulder i told you to wipe your eyes
Take your time when you likin a guy
Cause if he sense that your feelings too intense, it's pimp or die
I bought you earrings on your birthday
Drove you to college your first day
It must be sad, though it hurts to say
We could never be a item, don't even like him
You deserve better - this is ugly; gina, please don't love me
There's better guys out there other than me
{you need a lawyer or a doctor or somebody like that you know}
Like a lawyer or a doctor with a ph.d
Think of how upset your mother and brother would be
If they found that you was huggin me
My conscience is fuckin with me

[singer]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

[jay-z]
Man, i look in the eyes of a..
This.. a kid that stole life and me together..
We're tryin, really tryin to make it work
I'm young, and i ain't ready, and i told you

[singer overlaps jay-z]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

[jay-z]
It ain't like, i ain't tell you from day one, i ain't shit
When it comes to relationships, i don't have the patience
Now it's too late, we got a little life together
And in my mind i really want you to be my wife forever
But in the physical it's like i'ma be trife forever
A different girl every night forever; told you to leave
But you're stubborn and you love him and,
No matter what despite all the fuckin and the cheatin,
You still won't leave him, now you're grievin
And i feel bad, believe me
But i'm young and i ain't ready, and this ain't easy
Wasn't fair to tell you to wait, so i told you to skate
You chose not to, now look at the shit we gotta go through
Doin a fight, throw in a fuss, you the mother of my baby
I don't want you to hate me, this is about us
Rather me; i ain't ready to be what you want me to be
Because i love you, i want you to leave, please

[singer]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

[jay-z]
Mm... listen ma
I mean, i seen you workin two or three jobs
Daddy left... i i thought i was makin things better
I made it worse

[singer overlaps jay-z]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

[jay-z]
Dear ma, i'm in the cell, lonely as hell
Writin this scribe, thinkin bout how you must feel inside
You tried to teach me better, but i refused to grow
God damn i ain't the young man that you used to know
You said the street claim lives, but i wanted things like
Bling bling ice i was wrong in hindsight
Shit we grew apart, try to blame it on your new spouse
I know it hurt like hell the day you kicked me out
But your house is your house, i ain't respect the rules
I brought crack past your door, beefed with rival crews
And who wants to be the mother of a son who sold drugs
Co-workers saw me on the corner slingin larry love
Meanwhile, you workin hard like, two or three jobs
Tryin to feed me and my siblings, makin an honest livin
Who am i kiddin i, call myself easin the load
I made the load heavy, i need money for commissary
Try to understand, please

[singer - repeat all 6x until fade]
Let him hold you, let him touch you
Soon you'll un-der-stand

[beanie sigel]
Damn how am i gonna say this shit?
Hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy
Remember me? i wanna talk to you scrap

I remember being kicked out the house
'cause i looked just like you
Said i'd be nothing but a crook
Just like you
The niggaz in the hood was shook
Where the just like you
'cause all they said was little whitey look
I'm just like you
But dog i can't see it at all, shit
We never kicked it at all
We never pitched or kicked at a ball
Dog, you never taught me shit
How to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat
None of that sorts of shit
Nigga you was an abusive pops
Fuck you left me out to dry, stuck
Gotta teach news to box
Gotta teach news to bop
And that aint the half of it man
I gotta teach news to block
It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)
Sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons
How they grew to be men and father they sons
Father they daughters
Nigga, you left a fatherless daughter
I never follow your orders
Nigga you make me sick
Pussy you could....ooh
How you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind
I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom
I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9
Put it in my palm when i was young
And said that would be mine, you turned me out
The reason why i hit the block
Reason why i tried to hit them cops
Reason why i started hittin shots
Reason why i started gettin licked
And drinkin syrup and skippin court
Ginger bread man never think of gettin caught
Look at your hand man damn you fought
Nigga you left my mom
Left us with no good-bye's
You left us out to dry
You left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies
No digits numbers was unlisted
You left us with some of my loneliest night
Nigga some of my hungriest nights
Shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin)
Damn we used to think money was white
Yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant
We aint eat right from them foods from them stamps
And to think you was my pop,
Man i gotta stop shit

[chorus]
Female: daddy, where have you been?
Beanie: and when you come home, you got us here all alone
Female: mommy, where daddy went?
Beanie: you always stick up for him
Always said you'd make up for him
Female: mommy, what happened then?
Beanie: what was you cheatin on him?
Why he's always beatin' on you?
Female: daddy, where have you been?
Beanie: nigga, you gonna hear me out

[jay-z]
I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)
Wanted to talk just like him (word)
Often momma said i look too much
And i thought just like him (it could happen)
Wanted to drink miller nips
And smoke newports just like you
But you left me, now i'm goin to court just like you
I would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away"
Bullshit, do you even remember december's my birthday?
Do you even remember the tender boy
You turned into a cold young man
With one goal and one plan
Get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one
Always short with the income
Always late with the rent
You said that you was comin through
I would stay in the hallway (waitin)
Always playin the bench (waitin)
And that day came and went
Fuck you! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain
But i'm stronger and trust me i will never hurt again
Will never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me?
Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?
Mommy why is your eyes puffy?"
Please don't cry everything'll be alright
I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light
It's us against the world
We don't need him, right? (right)
Mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), i got riches now (yeah)
I bought i nice home for both of my sisters now
We doin real good
We don't miss you now
See how life twists around, fucker?

Chorus

[fade out... sound of staticky lp turning]

Let's go
Hov!
Uh huh, hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, dynasty, young hova

I'm a hustler baby [i'm a hustler]
I just want you to know [wanna let you know]
It aint where i been [it aint where i been]
But where i'm bout to go [top of the world!]
Now i just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
But be who i am [you know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[verse 1]
When the remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will i fuck 'em will i diss 'em, that's what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, i replace them, huh?
Drunk off crist', mami on e
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
"and i wish i never met her at all..."
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of crist'
Four belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, prada blouse, gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[verse 2]
Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma, you savin it for karats
You wanna see how far i'ma go
How, much i'ma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you crist', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, i might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the hov', and i'll never let you down
Get you bling like the neptune sound
Okay, hot hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2pac's soul
Only way to roll, jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, motorola, two way page me, c'mon

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby [uh, hov']
I just want you to know [hov']
It aint where i been
But where i'm bout to go [hov', hov']
Now i just wanna love you [young hova]
But be who i am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man

[verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, i'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, club cheetah, to club amnesia
The peanuts in l.a., bubblin' in dublin
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, hov'!

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh