[Jay-Z]   Geyeah, y'all nigaas finished yo   Is y'all niggas finished   Got your little radio play your little BDS, huh   You finished nigga, huh huh, y'all finished   Can I live, huh   Can I live, Joe your bein' stingy with the music bin yo      [Jay-Z]   Yo, yo...yo, I blacks out, I pulls the mack out   Scream "Whats that about," then I clap out   I get my plot on, in my drop on   Through the rotten, dont even hate on those who hate me   I got popped on, feelin' it (feelin' it)   Chickens are ice grillin' it   Cops pullin' it over, Jigga react militant   Speed off, officer told me to turn the beat off   I turned it a level higher, then return the devils fire   I'm raised different, reactin' situations   Niggas lay stiff and, rookies blame it on the age difference   My subliminal flows create criminal O's   Sing along if you with me, til the end of the road   I'm cynical when in the view of the public   And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in interviews   The percentage who dont understand is higher than the percentage who do   Check yourself, what percentage is you?      Can I live   For all my niggas with all white airforce ones and black guns, stack ones yo   Can I live    For all my chicks, pigeons, hoes stand bow legged like the bulldog, know what    I mean, huh?   Can I live   To all the ce-lo champs, two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll    heads yo   Can I live   To all my niggas who drink hennesy straight, cop mix tapes, and sell weight    niggas      [Jay-Z]   I got the feds sending me letters 'cause Im schooling the youth   But they cant lock me down 'cause my tool is the truth   Yeah I sold drugs for a living, thats a given   Why is it? why dont y'all try to visit the neighboorhoods I lived in   My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central   Where cops lock you more than try to defend you   I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth   And all I see is life cycle just repeatin' itself   Ran into shorty boppin' down the ave   On his way to clockin' mad then   He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said      [Memphis Bleek]   Aiyyo theres money I there I just gotta have   When I catch up to these feinds Im'a knock 'em on they ass   Not to brag, sometimes I look at life and laugh   How I think about school and it taught me not a ???   When I backed out, let one one, let the barrel turn   Holla at you faggots that its my block to burn   That credit you dead it, I know heads gettin' annoyed and knew all   About a dope feind before reading donald goings   Flipping boying, using the right cut   One thing thats fucked up is bad dope that I cant pump   This slab gotta re-up and rebag, blend it in with the raw   Bubble it fast cop more, once I get it I got it I lock it   Nobody pop shit, selling twenties on my block bitch   For some blacktop shit   What you want nigga, what you want nigga   What you want, what you want nigga      Can I live...   To all my niggas that hold coke and they bubble coat   Tryin' to win in the construction Timbs yo   Can I live...   Yo USA, all my chicks that strip, boo's, go to the store with the dewey pins    still in   All my chicks with the credit card scams, two kids, one job, and no man   All my chicks gettin' that washing set with their welfare check   All the mommies dame besa, alright?   All my niggas rockin' them fifty cats, tryin' to get at this rap   Know what I mean?   All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no licenses, I like that shit,    I'll see y'all   All my niggas at St. Pauls after they say some fucked up shit   Rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Rockafella forever yo   Uhh, Major Coins, yeah, uhh huh   Memph Bleek nigga