[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 Any given times 100 G's in your
grill Don't talk to me bout MC's got skillz He's alright but he's not
real Jay-Z's that deal with seeds in a field Never fear for war, hug,
squeeze that steel Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with me You gotta
lil' dough that cool with me You gotta little cars little jewelries But
none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me You know the wrist frost bit
minus two degrees Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V Hat
cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on,
who but me? Niggaz shift two million, then I blew the three Then I skated
the four, before I went on tour I came back and it's plain Y'all niggaz
ain't rappin the same Fuck the flow y'all jackin our slang I seen the
same shit happen to Kane Three cuts in your eyebrow tryin to wild out The
game is ours will never foul out Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow
out Throw your hands up Niggaz, Bitches, Bustas, Hustlers FUCK
THAT (Throw the hands up)
[Amil](Jay-Z) 12 AM on the way to the
club (uh huh) 1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh) 2 AM now I'm checkin the
mix (ah yeah) 3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on) 4 AM exit
the club (let's go) 5 AM think he gettin some butt (that's right) 6 AM
nigga still ain't bust (what) 6:15 nigga will get up (uh) 7 AM gotta tell
my friends (ah huh) 12 AM I'ma do it again, uh, uh I'ma Do it again 12
AM we gonna do it again (Uh, uh Let's go)
[Jay-Z] 12 AM on the way
to the club 1 AM DJ made it a rub 2 AM now I'm gettin with her 3 AM now
I'm splittin with her 4 AM at the waffle house 5 AM now we at my
house 6 AM I be diggin her out 6:15 I be kickin her out 7 AM I'ma call
my friends 12 AM We gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it
again Let's go