up out this life Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some way we gotta make it up out this life [Jay-Z] Weather we dribble out this
not why you are here?" [Jay-Z] Uh uh-huh.. Uh uh-huh UHH {*crowd noise gets louder*} Turn the music up, turn me down Guru.. let's go get 'em again
iron, outlandish buyin Bentley Coupes, not braggin just simply the truth We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back Back up in D&D on this Primo track, listen Chorus: Jay-Z
[Jay-Z] Can't stop it nigga, uh Mm-hmm, uh-huh, can't stop that Timbaland uh-huh.. Jigga Man uh-huh Yeah.. Brook, Brook-Brooklyn huh? That's right Put
[Jay-Z] Turn the motherfucking music up [Cam'Ron] Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State. Home
luxury cars We built them radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go
you wrong you be dead and gone And now i'm the bomb to clarify my name in vain What you thought motherfuckers I was playin? Baby I hit 'em all {Chorus: Jay-Z
We gotta make it up out this life Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some way we gotta make it up out this life [Jay-Z] Weather we dribble
with the beef shit still look what I done (I'm so in love with new york city) Here we go again! (I can feel it callin in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord) Here we go
was seventeen Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block Saw niggaz from a rival gang bumpin Dre Ran up on the '64 and that's all she wrote We runnin
wrong you be dead and gone And now i'm the bomb to clarify my name in vain What you thought motherfuckers I was playin? Baby I hit 'em all {Chorus: Jay-Z
why you are here?" [Jay-Z] Uh uh-huh.. Uh uh-huh UHH {*crowd noise gets louder*} Turn the music up, turn me down Guru.. let's go get 'em again This