JAY-Z — Can I Live II

[Produced by K Rob] [Intro: Jay-Z] Yeah, is y'all niggas 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, yo, you're being stingy with the fucking music again yo [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yo, yo... yo I blacks out, I pulls the MAC out Scream "what's that about?", then I clap out I get my plot on and my drop on, through the rotten Don't even hate on those who hate me, I got Pac on Feeling it (feeling it), chickens are ice grilling it Cops pulling it over, Jigga react militant Speed off, officer told me turn the beat off I turned it a level higher, then return the devil's fire I'm raised different, react in situations niggas lay stiff in Rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows, create criminal odes Sing along if y'all 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 don't understand, is higher than the percentage who do Check yourself, what percentage is you? [Refrain: Jay-Z] Can I live, for all my niggas with all white Air Force Ones And black guns, stack ones yo Can I live, for all my chicks pigeon-toed Stand bowlegged like a bulldog, know what I mean, huh? Can I live, to all the cee-lo champs Two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll, heads, yo Can I live, to all my niggas who drink Hennessy straight Cop mixtapes and sell weight, niggas [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I got the Feds sending me letters, 'cause I'm schooling the youth But they can't lock me down, 'cause my tool is the truth Yeah I sold drugs for a living, that's a given Why is it? Why don't y'all try to visit the neighborhoods, I live in? My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central Where cops lock you up 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 repeating itself Ran into shorty bopping down the ave On his way to clocking math then He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek] Ayo there's money out there I just got to have When I catch up to these fiends I'ma knock 'em on they ass Not to brag, sometimes I look at my life and laugh How I think about school and it taught me not to grab When I backed out, let one out, let the barrel turn Holla at you faggots that it's my block to burn That credit you dead it I know heads getting annoyed and knew all About a dope fiend before reading Donald Goines Flipping boy and, using the right cut One thing that's fucked up is bad dope that I can't pump This slab gotta re-up and re-bag 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, on some blacktop shit What you want nigga? What you want nigga? What you want, what you want nigga? [Outro: Jay-Z] Can I live... To all my niggas that hold coke in they bubble coat Trying to win with the construction Timbs yo Can I live... Yo USA, all my chicks that strip Boos go to the store with the doobie pins still in All my chicks with the credit card scams Two kids, one job, and no man All my chicks getting that washing set with their welfare check Haha, all the mamis dame un beso, alright All my niggas rocking them fitted caps Trying to get at this rap, know what I mean All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no license I like that shit, I see y'all All my niggas that say pause after they say some fucked up shit Hahahahaha, rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Roc-A-Fella forever yo Uhh, Major Coins, yeah, uh-huh Memph Bleek nigga, uh-huh uh