*featuring Memphis Bleek & Beanie Seigel
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[Jay-Z Talking:]
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Turn the lights even lower!
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Hovah
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Memphis Bleek
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Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
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Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
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DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night
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[Verse One, Jay-Z:]
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To the top wit my niggas
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Pop wit my niggas
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Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
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Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
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Just cause I (DMX)love my niggas (uh huh)
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Chill wit the crew (uh huh)
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Real wit the crew
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4 million sold, look- still wit the crew
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Break bread wit the fam
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Till I'm dead wit the fam
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Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam
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Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh huh)
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Ride for my hustlas
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Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas
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Roll wit my duns (uh huh)
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Cold wit the guns (uh huh)
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If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come
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I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes
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That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes
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I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
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More money, more cash, more hoes BEYACHHHH!!!!!!
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[Chorus, Jay-Z (DMX): 2x's]
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More money, more cash, more hoes (what)
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More money, more cash, more hoes (uh)
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More money, more cash, more hoes (come on)
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More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what)
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[Verse Two, Memphis Bleek:]
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Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek
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No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat
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Y'all can't do nothing with this here
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For one, I pack three 9s like the year
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Y'all funny money hustlas
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7 gram hustlas
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Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas
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I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4
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While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough
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Petty crime niggas
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Petty time niggas
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Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs
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Now you got game in you
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Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
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I'll put them thangs in you
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I'm a hot lil' nigga
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I ain't gotta tell niggas
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You came too deep, one fell niggas
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I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck
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Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what
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[Chorus 2x's]
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[Verse Three, Beanie Seigel:]
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Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y
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North west south west south side
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Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly
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B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
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Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week
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Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats
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The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets
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I gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek
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Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat
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6 hammers even though we only 3 deep
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We clap up niggas
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Smack up niggas
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Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas
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Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas
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Get treated like Coke and get capped up niggas
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The only thing funny
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Is y'all never seen big face money
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Till them big face 20s
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[Chorus 2x's]
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[Jay-Z Talking: ]
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Roc-a-fella shit
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1999 (uh huh)
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You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no other
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Get down or lay down Ya heard!
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No publishin' for niggas
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I know y'all niggas wonderin, like:
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When them niggas gone stop? (come on)
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We got a date for you-
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February 31st, 19-neva hate (haha)
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I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too
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Just go head and do it!
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Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists!
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Just do it!
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The world'll be a better place (haha)
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Roc-a-fella
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Beanie Seigel
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Memphis Bleek
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Hovah Hovah
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Ya heard me!
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More Money, More Cash, More Hoes (Remix)
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