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[Jay-Z Talking:]



Turn the lights even lower!

Hovah

Memphis Bleek

Beanie Seigels (uh huh)

Roc-a-fella y`all (yeah yeah)

DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night



[Verse One, Jay-Z:]



To the top wit my niggas

Pop wit my niggas

Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas

Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas

Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh)

Chill wit the crew (uh huh)

Real wit the crew

4 million sold, look- still wit the crew

Break bread wit the fam

Till I`m dead wit the fam

Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam

Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)

Ride for my hustlas

Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas

Roll wit my duns (uh huh)

Cold wit the guns (uh huh)

If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come

I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes

That`s real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes

I`m sick wit the flow and this is all I know

More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!



[Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x`s]



More money, more cash, more hoes (what)

More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)

More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)

More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)



[Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:]



Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek

No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat

Y`all can`t do nothing with this here

For one, I pack three 9s like the year

Y`all funny money hustlas

7 gram hustlas

Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas

I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4

While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough

Petty crime niggas

Petty time niggas

Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs

Now you got game in you

Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you

I`ll put them thangs in you

I`m a hot lil` nigga

I ain`t gotta tell niggas

You came too deep, one fell niggas

I`m layin in the cut but still don`t give a fuck

Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what



[Chorus 2x`s]



[Verse Three, Beanie Seigel:]



Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y

North west south west south side

Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly

B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die

Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week

Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats

The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets

I gave y`all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek

Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat

6 hammers even though we only 3 deep

We clap up niggas

Smack up niggas

Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas

Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas

Get treated like Coke and get capped up niggas

The only thing funny

Is y`all never seen big face money

Till them big face 20s



[Chorus 2x`s]



[Jay-Z Talking: ]



Roc-a-fella shit

1999 (uh huh)

You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no other

Get down or lay down Ya heard!

No publishin` for niggas

I know y`all niggas wonderin, like:

When them niggas gone stop? (come on)

We got a date for you-

February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)

I know y`all niggas ready to kill yaself, too

Just go head and do it!

Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists!

Just do it!

The world`ll be a better place (haha)

Roc-a-fella

Beanie Seigel

Memphis Bleek

Hovah Hovah

Ya heard me!

[Jay-Z Talking:]



Turn the lights even lower!

Hovah

Memphis Bleek

Beanie Seigels (uh huh)

Roc-a-fella y`all (yeah yeah)

DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night



[Verse One, Jay-Z:]



To the top wit my niggas

Pop wit my niggas

Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas

Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas

Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh)

Chill wit the crew (uh huh)

Real wit the crew

4 million sold, look- still wit the crew

Break bread wit the fam

Till I`m dead wit the fam

Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam

Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)

Ride for my hustlas

Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas

Roll wit my duns (uh huh)

Cold wit the guns (uh huh)

If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come

I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes

That`s real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes

I`m sick wit the flow and this is all I know

More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!



[Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x`s]



More money, more cash, more hoes (what)

More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)

More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)

More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)



[Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:]



Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek

No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat

Y`all can`t do nothing with this here

For one, I pack three 9s like the year

Y`all funny money hustlas

7 gram hustlas

Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas

I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4

While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough

Petty crime niggas

Petty time niggas

Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs

Now you got game in you

Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you

I`ll put them thangs in you

I`m a hot lil` nigga

I ain`t gotta tell niggas

You came too deep, one fell niggas

I`m layin in the cut but still don`t give a fuck

Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what



[Chorus 2x`s]



[Verse Three, Beanie Seigel:]



Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y

North west south west south side

Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly

B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die

Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week

Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats

The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets

I gave y`all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek

Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat

6 hammers even though we only 3 deep

We clap up niggas

Smack up niggas

Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas

Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas

Get treated like Coke and get capped up niggas

The only thing funny

Is y`all never seen big face money

Till them big face 20s



[Chorus 2x`s]



[Jay-Z Talking: ]



Roc-a-fella shit

1999 (uh huh)

You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no other

Get down or lay down Ya heard!

No publishin` for niggas

I know y`all niggas wonderin, like:

When them niggas gone stop? (come on)

We got a date for you-

February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)

I know y`all niggas ready to kill yaself, too

Just go head and do it!

Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists!

Just do it!

The world`ll be a better place (haha)

Roc-a-fella

Beanie Seigel

Memphis Bleek

Hovah Hovah

Ya heard me!

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