Jay-ZDo It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)

Yeah, Roc-A-Fella, y'all know what this is We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drinks down An' report to the dance floor immediately All the bustas, we givin' y'all five seconds to get close to an exit It's about to get real ugly in here, five seconds is up, let's go Throw the hands up Throw the hands up, niggaz Throw the hands up, bitches Throw the hands up, bustas Throw the hands up, hustlers Throw the hands up, hos Throw the hands up, posta's Throw the hands up, Mac You know how Mac come through on the club tip Everybody real deep on that thug shit Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit Cop frisks suits, snub in the club quick Told y'all real high, when I come through You can try if you want to, you can die if you want to We hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wild Bitch, 'Back that ass up' like Juvenile When my peeps come to spend a dime a piece You know Mac come through with a line of freaks Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks Whole squad get it down like this Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris Whole squad got they crowns on wrist Whole squad got a pound of twist Whole squad got a pound to spit In case a clown wanna flip Mac never slip in a club, told y'all niggas 4/5th in a club If a nigga wanna draw, then the blood, it can drip in the club You know how niggaz get in the club, shit, you know how I be All high in VIP, rollin' up to B.I.G. Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin' shit 'Til they man gotta an' come pick 'em up Got bitches in the back bouncin' to 'Jigga what?' You got your hands up an' I ain't even stick y'all up Everybody get it up, throw the hands up Everybody get it up, throw the hands up 12 A.M., on my way to the club 1 A.M., DJ made it erupt 2 A.M., now I'm gettin' with her 3 A.M., now I'm splittin' with her 4 A.M., at the waffle house 5 A.M., now we at my house 6 A.M., I be diggin' her out 6:15, I be kickin' her out 7 A.M., I'ma call my friends 12 A.M., we gon' do it again We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again Yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about MCs on our hill? When we just cop them things, homey, the chromy wheels Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill Any given times a 100 Gs in your grill Don't talk to me 'bout MCs got skillz He's alright but he's not real Jay-Z's that deal with seeds in a field Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel Fuck, you gotta a flow, that's cool with me You gotta lil' dough, that's cool with me You gotta little cars, little jewelries But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me You know the wrist frostbit, minus two degrees 'Bout as blue as the sea, the way I maneuver the V Hat cocked, can't see his eyes, who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on, who but me Niggaz shift two million, then I blew the three Then I skated the four, before I went on tour I came back an' it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our slang I seen the same shit happen to Kane Three cuts in your eyebrows, tryin' to wild out The game is ours, will never foul out Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out Throw your hands up Niggaz, bitches, bustas, hustlers Fuck that Throw the hands up 12 A.M., on the way to the club 1 A.M., 'bout to shake the butt 2 A.M., now I'm checkin' the mix 3 A.M., now he buyin' me drinks 4 A.M., exit the club 5 A.M., think he gettin' some butt 6 A.M., nigga still ain't bust 6:15, nigga will get up 7 A.M., gotta tell my friends 12 A.M., I'ma do it again, I'm, I'm, I'ma do it again 12 A.M., I'ma gonna do it again Let's go 12 A.M., on my way to the club 1 A.M., DJ made it erupt 2 A.M., now I'm gettin' with her 3 A.M., now I'm splittin' with her 4 A.M., at the waffle house 5 A.M., now we at my house 6 A.M., I be diggin' her out 6:15, I be kickin' her out 7 A.M., I'ma call my friends 12 A.M., we gon' do it again We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again Let's go
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