[Jay-Z]
Roc-A-Fella
Y’all know what this is
We givin y’all five seconds to put your drinks down
And report to the dance floor immediately
All the bustas we giving 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 (uh, uh, uh)
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)
[Beanie Sigel]
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 Azz Up» like Juvenile (huh)
When my peeps come through to spend a dime apiece
You know Mac come through with a line of freaks
Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least
We getting head on the floor, while you grinding freaks
Whole squad get it down like this
Whole squad buying 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, rolling up to B.I.G. (Baby)
Niggaz be all liquored up talkin shit
Till’ they man gotta come pick them up
Got bitches in the back bouncin to «Jigga What»
You got your hands up and I ain’t even stick y’all up
Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh, Everybody get it up)
Throw the hands up
[Jay-Z (Amil)]
12 AM on the way to the club (uh)
1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)
2 AM now I’m gettin with her (what up?)
3 AM now I’m splittin with her (splitting with who?)
4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house)
5 AM now we at my house (uh)
6 AM I be diggin her out (who?)
6:15 I be kickin her out (what?)
7 AM I’ma call my friends (uh-huh)
12AM we gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again
(We gonna do it again)
[Jay-Z]
By the way yo
Yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about MC’s on our hill
When we just cop them things homey the chromy wheels
Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill