JAY-Z — As One

[Intro: Rell & Jay-Z] We're the ones with the flame (Yeah) We're the fire that remains (Turn Rell up a lil' bit) We're controllin' the game from now on (Ugh) [Intro 2: Jay-Z & Rell] Geah! (Hooo!) It's the world-renowned internationally connected (Yeah, yeah) Locally accepted, Roc-A-Fella Records Don't get it confused (Oh-oh, yeah) Doing what we do, B. Sig. (It's the Roc, baby) Rell, Peedi Crakk (It's the Roc, baby) Free, Young H-O, Bleek (You understand, oh, oh) And introducin' [Verse 1: Young Chris & Neef Buck] It's Young C (Young C!) home of Philly, young and hungry All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me And every hood in the world discussing me I hit it once; when I'm done, give it up to Neef [Verse 2: Neef Buck & Young Chris] It's Neef Buck (Neef Buck) out the cut (Out the cut, geah, geah) All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys 'R' Us They can't fuck with us, who? Soo! (Awwwwwww) [Verse 3: Omillio Sparks & Young Chris] (I'm the one!) Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows To do with your ho all wrapped in one (I'm not done!) Man I'm the shit after it's all said and done The one to cop one, come back for another one (Quick fast) Like rapid refund I'm the (Grrrr, rrrr) mean green out the money machine (I'm not done!) I'm Omillio in interviews And thought you could hold Sparks in the hood? Come here hon'! (Chill!) And you like it All them haters talking shit, we don't like it [Verse 4: Beanie Sigel] We love it, that "black mask, black glove" shit Roll up on him—don't budge, bitch With my Mac (Mac) and my Tec (Tec) And my vest, just like that For them niggas that be thinking Mack Milly Ain't really from the streets I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast [Chorus: Rell & Young Chris] Those seen here will lead you, forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring (Ring!) together As one (Awwwwwww) [Verse 5: Freeway] It's young Free! Move working the wheel, hand jerking the V Busters know if you cross the line, thinking I'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his cuz Nigga, them slugs'll fly [Verse 6: Peedi Crakk, with Jay-Z] Call me P.C.! Tempers spilling, I peel, look how I'm killin' the wheel The fitted tilt to the left, the shirt blend with the sweats Your girls skirts and veils, she undressing Don't stare, take a picture, nigga, packin' the bills [Verse 7: Jay-Z & Young Chris] I'm the one! Young H-O, a game of none What you think I do to the brain of that dame you brung? Listen, hon! Twist up one, this is Armi—sip some It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151 when I'm done! Make a run with the Roc, rock Air Force 1's Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come— Through customs, cops can't bust him It's Hov, the hustler; I'm having one hell of a run! And you like it All them haters talkin' shit, we don't like it [Verse 8: Memphis Bleek] Nah, we love it I got a mami with a body, don't touch it You can't fuck with young Easy up on the Just Blaze production You get nothin', we get enough spins Can't stop us from coppin' bottles while we clubbin' It's the R-O-C forever, tell the public, huh! [Chorus: Rell & Young Chris] Those seen here will lead you, forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring (Ring!) together As one (Awwwwwww)