[Chorus: Blackstreet] You belong to the city You belong to the night In the river of darkness He's a man of the night
[Jay-Z] Yeah, What the deal playboy, just rest your soul I be holding it down yo still love the dough Got these ladies on the c*** now you know how we go Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow Don't worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name You held it down long enough, let me take those reigns And just like your spirit the commission remains N****s can cross the T's and, dots the I's Now that I got too popular to cop them pies I'm taking this rap s*** serious, to my demise Jay s***'s like cake mix, watch me rise Basics in the basement, waste it Asking my dog for advice so when he can't say s*** My hatred is, fueled just give me a sign And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?
[Jay-Z] Y'all want to know how I flow just seek and you find I'm like a brain in the voice box, I speak my mind About to redefine rap mami, either I'm The illest n**** doing it or these n****s is losing it I read a article that said I was ruining s*** But every time I look, I'm moving units in quick So I'ma hit y'all, with these last two and split And leave n****s with nothing but my influences-es Soon it's the Jigga, I ain't mad yeah, bite my s*** Sell half of what I sell because it's not quite my s*** I'm the type to buy a Roley and just ice my s*** On the spot, f*** coming back twice to s*** How real is that? My floss game, still intact Boss game, you lame dudes can't feel that Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89 And drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?
[Jay-Z] I snatch your girl cause your arm ain't strong enough Plus ya don't stay in the studio long enough I make hits while y'all stay hating and take bricks Had it locked til I came in the club, Take 6 Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt At the bar alcholing her up I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name I ain't a player get it right, I'm controlling the game From now until they blow holes in my frame I'ma stand firm, holding my aim, feel me? I'm the focal, point like Biggie in his prime On the low though, the city is mine!