Can you hear me now? Good! (Blueprint 2 baby!) The best of times, it was the worst of times (aoww) It's "The Gift & the Curse"
[Chorus] R.O.C. yeah, number one click here If you represent US, throw them diamonds up yeah Now let's be CLEAR, I ain't goin nowhere Now that you KNOW, holla at your boy Hov' (Hov', Hov', Hov') (Hov', Hov', Hov', Hov')
[overlapping first Chorus] Yeah, Roc-A-Fella Records You know what diamond is We ain't going nowhere, put your diamonds up
Standing in my B-boy stance Free, Beans, Memphis where you at nigga? (Right here) Snatch Cam and it's a rap This here rap belong to us, nobody strong as us, it's a fact Hold up I'm just warming up, gimme a second to get it back Young Chris, Neek what? Oschino and Sparks Next summer's yo' summer, tear this motherfucker up Young is eternal, my young'uns'll burn you "The Blueprint" birthed, nigga I earthed you, you can't be serious Young cause I'm thirty-two, dressed like I'm twenty-two Flow like a 18, do what I want to do Going on my 8th ring, got Phil Jackson's and Flow is black magic, I'm at it again Rose Bowl with black karats, "Horse & Carriage" to spend Like Mason Betha, chasing this cheddar, to the end Of the road because the end I'm told is nearer than we know What can I say but live for today,Hov'!
[Chorus] Yeah, "The Blueprint 2" homey, follow the moves You put on two tube socks, you couldn't walk in my shoes I was dealt a bad hand, fuck what else could I do But keep somethin up my sleeve that'll help me through But can you believe, everywhere I'm at, models come through Cat-fightin, cat-walkin, it happens often It's true how society don't want me to move Into the penthouse building with spectacular views They're like uhh, "He's a menace he could never be a tenant" I'm like ooh, what's a young nigga to do? I bring the brothers to the building give a feeling that I don't Give a fuck we just chilling watching chandelier ceilings high as fuck Old lady, don't blow my high 'specially if you don't know my life, don't make me bring Sharpton in it cause I'm dark-skinneded or Dude with the 'fro and the Rainbow Coalition, I'ma Victim of a single parent household, born in a mouse hole Mousetrap, niggas want to know How so, how Jay get up out that, here, yeah I snatched purses I per-se-vered, yeah I had work, fiends purchased, it was clear I was out there selling hope for despair, but stop there I swear, I only make good from my mouth to God's ears Had to get out the hood And I can't justify genocide But I was born in the city where the skinny niggaz die Born in the city where the skinny niggaz ride And as a skinny nigga I had beef with high size