[Talib Kweli]   Yeah, Kweli   Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye yeah get back   Classic Brooklyn, let's go      We sell crack to our own, nigga I'm back in the zone   My passionate poems got the feds tappin my phones   It's like Timothy McVeigh, they say I'm actin alone   I got a whole team that'll put a gat to your dome   To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by   Yo this remix is hot, we only dealin with the live hip hop   Yo get by, get back nigga (Roc)      [Jay-Z]   Just to get by   Nigga I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah   Carried a fo'five   Claimed I was ready to die   Promised never to cry   Held it all inside   Reality was too much to take so I   Kept my mind fly   Slimmed for most of mine   Soon as I closed my eyes   Then I woke up behind   Nigga either I throw it up, these nines   Or blow up with rhymes   The best flow of mines is like blow up on lines of coke up   And your folks think Hov' just wrote stuff to rhyme   Nah, I'ma poster for what happened seein your moms   Doin five dollars worth to work just to get a dime   So pardon my disposition   Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me?   Picture me working McDonald's (uh uh)   I'd rather pull a mac on you   Sorry Ms. Jackson but I'm packin      [Hook: Talib Kweli + background singers]   This morning I woke up   Feelin brand new and I, I jumped up   Feelin my highs and my lows   In my soul, and my goals   Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin   But I been thinkin I got my reasons   Just to get by, just to get by   Just to get (by), just to get   (everybody get your hands in the sky, it go)      [background singers]   bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah   Bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah      [Talib Kweli]   Just to get by, just to get by   Just to get by   (...hands in the sky, it go)      [background singers]   bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah   bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah      [Talib Kweli]   Just to get by, just to get by   (Talib Kweli) Just to get by      We keep it gangsta, stay 'fo shizzle', 'fo sheezy'   To set the tide to the violence on the TV during the war   Killin each other is easy, there's war and liquor for fallen niggas Believe   me, it's ghetto love, I bet you seen it all befo'   Just to get by, my people we get fly   My people we get high, fillin cigars with the lah   Nigga come on, even Jesus was stoned before receivin the throne   I said to rest in peace and leave us alone      [Busta Rhymes]   Back in the days we was used to doin the shit   I can't call it all in the streets   We was hustlin fiends that asked for it   I guess I was used to just standin on corners   Waitin for paper bags with bundles of crack   Hopin the week was good so I could get money back   To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by   When I was stressed I possessed a side of my strength   That made me angry and bleed   With the frustration havin me smokin Newports and weed   To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by   Those be the times when I try to rely   On my niggas and street motherfuckers   And reach out to wifey and then I place a call on my mother   To get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by   (Hey yo mom pick up the phone, I g- I gotta to talk to you ma)   If you was five percent instead of actin stupid and guessin   You had to go and study your lessons   And know your math in the building recession to get by      [Hook: Talib Kweli + background singers]   This morning I woke up   Feelin brand new and I, I jumped up   Feelin my highs and my lows   In my soul, and my goals   Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin   But I been thinkin I got my reasons   Just to get (get), just to get (get)   Just to get (get), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)      [background singers repeat in the background]   bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah dah   bah dah bah dah, bah dah bah daaah      [Talib Kweli]   Some people try to be fly   They fake and they lie   They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes   Look at the sky to survive   People try to get by   Fightin force, slice of the pie   Tryin to eat and be high   How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?   Your eyes keep on the prize   What you seek and you'll find   Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide   Who keepin it live?   Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon   Some people try to be fly   They fake and they lie   They snakes'll see the hate in their eyes   Look at the sky to survive   People try to get by   Fightin force, slice of the pie   Tryin to eat and be high   How you know you really alive if you don't reach for the sky?   Your eyes keep on the prize   What you seek and you'll find   Who's the realest niggas? that we let people decide   Who keepin it live?   Brooklyn got the key to the ride, c'mon