JAY-Z — Dead or Alive Pt. 1

[Intro: Jay-Z] This that futuristic shit, bitch It don't stop, I can't stop These cats ain't never touched nothing, ain't never gonna touch nothing Spend too much of their time gossiping and shit You know? That's something else though We'll address that at a later date though Everything must be addressed though You know? Nothing slides Word up It's murder Dead or alive [Verse 1: Jay-Z] My skills are, and will remain, ahead of you guys And ain't nothing gon' change that, dead or alive Any ill feelings I harbor y'all can blame it on the vibe Don't know when to let go and let young souls die See a nigga diss me, ain’t nothing new, understand? But it's how I retaliate which defines who I am Jay-Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me I take beef to the grave, that's how my momma raised me She told me, "Fight in your afterlife, never revamp your story" So Heaven or Hell, niggas better have some answers for me Hollering shit from '89, Hawaiian Sophie God damn y'all been on my dick a long time (It's murder) [Verse 2: Sauce Money] Welcome to the Terror Dome You error prone niggas sick Roc-A-Fella clique thick as herring bones What legends are made of Like whenever accurates hit My voice locked behind bars to a bid for this spectacular shit Fake kids fold and lie, holding why? Saw a half a million sales with a golden eye Patrol the sky to see bucks GS the fucks Yukon GMC trucks Slugs ease the pain to your brain when thugs squeeze More we stuck in, bust shots till we chuckin' You saw the faggot let em know more could have it Automatic rhyme spot 4 shot towards his attic [Hook: Both] It's murder Dead or alive [Verse 3: Jay-Z] If it's jewels you like You fools gonna fuck around and lose your life And I just bruise your wife Don't get it confused right cause we in the spotlight Still I hold the Glock with the wrist twist like these Gangsta shit no thanks to shit Niggas selling a million records more banks to split Jay-Z motherfucker, who you think this is? Introduction Sauce motherfuckin' crank this shit [Verse 4: Sauce Money] I heard his body was too hot to get near it Too late to hear it Two slugs wait to release his spirit The known truth: had a bad habit for blowing loot Two niggas on the roof busting down at the phone booth Running for cover at point blank cause bullets is hovering Drug them in after the slug went in I take a phrase in God we trust it's a must Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali Rally and tally up my dough for the grand finale Grapevines throughout the alley unknown figures said Trigger lead knew how bad we needed the nigga dead Thoughts of hating sober intoxicated minds is taking over Conjure all ways escape closer Never spar drove the car to the edge of the tar With intentions to scar, shooting motherfuckerss to Allah