[Jay-Z] Turn the lights even lower! Hovah Memphis Bleek Beanie Seigels (uh-huh) Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah) [DMX] Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night [Jay-Z] To the top wit my niggas Pop wit my niggas Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas Just cause I [DMX] Love my niggas (uh-huh) [Jay-Z] Chill wit the crew (uh-huh) Real wit the crew 4 million sold, look- still wit the crew Break bread wit the fam Till I'm dead wit the fam Duck cops. Shake feds wit the fam Flip them pies wit my hustlas (uh-huh) Ride for my hustlas Die for my, lie for my, cry for my hustlas Roll wit my duns (uh-huh) Cold wit the guns (uh-huh) If he slow wit my ones hit the floor when I come I fuck wit them hoes that fuck wit them clothes That's real wit them shoes, keep it real wit they dudes I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know More money, more cash, more hoes biatch!!!!!! [Chorus- Jay-Z & DMX]x2 More money, more cash, more hoes (what?) More money, more cash, more hoes (uh) More money, more cash, more hoes (come on) More money, more cash, more hoes (what, what, what) [Memphis Bleek] Ay yo, M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek No need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat Y'all can't do nothing with this here For one, I pack three 9s like the year Y'all funny money hustlas 7 gram hustlas Type to bust a O down wit ya man hustlas I hold bank dough, dough 6-5-4 While you ho talk that, look for a walk dough Petty crime niggas Petty time niggas Sold petty drugs came up wit petty thugs Now you got game in you Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you I'll put them thangs in you I'm a hot lil' nigga I ain't gotta tell niggas You came too deep, one fell niggas I'm layin in the cut but still don't give a fuck Roc-a-fella forever, Memph man, what what [Chorus]x2 [Beanie Seigel] Peep the kid from P-H-I-L-L-Y North west south west south side Spit it for them bitches and niggas who stay fly B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die Met Jay, dropped on a album in a week Without unsigned hype or battle of the beats The first time niggas heard me spit it in the streets I gave y'all a thousand bars wit Memphis Bleek Stay strapped, heat in the car under the seat 6 hammers even though we only 3 deep We clap up niggas Smack up niggas Duck tape, rope, and wrap up niggas Think shit a joke, go head crack up niggas Get treated like Coke and get capped up niggas The only thing funny Is y'all never seen big face money Till them big face 20s [Chorus]x2 [Jay-Z] Roc-a-fella shit 1999 (uh-huh) You about to witness a dynasty (you are not ready) unlike no other Get down or lay down Ya heard! No publishin' for niggas I know y'all niggas wonderin, like: When them niggas gone stop? (come on) We got a date for you- nevuary 31st, 19-neva hate (haha) I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too Just go head and do it! Jump off a buildin, slit ya wrists! Just do it! The world'll be a better place (haha) Roc-a-fella Beanie Seigel Memphis Bleek Hovah Hovah Ya heard me!