Jay-Z featuring Memphis Bleek |
"It's Alright" |
From the album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life |
(Jay-Z) |
You can bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball |
Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss |
It's alright, you heard?, it's alright, holla back |
We get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke |
Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc |
It's alright, you heard? it's alright, yeah yeah |
Bitch, I need a hoe in my life to blow on my dice |
So we can make our points twice and skate out a town |
I need that glow in my ice, E-Class |
Ladies screamin Jigga you know we ease that, flowin out like Jees-ass |
They ain't seeing me holdin the mic |
So when you like you find MC's so impolite |
And me I'm so into nice, got cats on the corner like |
Don't me and Jigga be flowin alike? |
Nah, not in your life ain't nobody popin like |
Mr. Jay-Z, shit you're crazy |
I'm hot like the six maybe, deep dish with the great seats |
I flow greater than you're navigator |
I drop in you're town, block you're data |
Pimps are all comin through with a hot pair of gators |
And a crew with rocks the size of craters |
Can't touch like hot potatoes, ya heard? |
Now we can bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball |
Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss |
It's alright, you heard?, it's alright, holla back |
We get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke |
Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc |
It's alright, you heard? it's alright, holla back |
(Memphis Bleek)
| Yea, in the middle of a war rockin a vest |
Who's the illest shorty alive, I confess |
I take lye to the chest and I swear to the heaven sky's, I bless |
The mics until the day I rest, till they can feel what I feel |
I'm a try my best, and if you real like I real |
You can provide the rest |
Everything left out, you can blame it on the brain, not the heart |
I'm playing my part, stretched out, just about the best out |
Any nigga realer than me, is in a messhall with they chest out |
Any rapper with less clout, sell more records than me |
We extort them as soon as they record 'em, Bleek |
I made this clear, back when a shorty used to braid my hair |
On the project stairs, once I drop to a ceaser ma I don't need ya |
From the block to the hot two-seaters, ja-heard? |
(Jay-Z) |
Now we can, bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball |
Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss |
It's alright, you heard?, it's alright, holla back |
We get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke |
Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc |
It's alright, you heard? it's alright, check |
On the two Jew-el's I blew more money than Latrell, who else? |
They don't know you, think they know you too well, you jell |
Like Flubber I hover above the city in a private jet, the livest set |
Press you're brakes, feds wanna investigate, Mr. I don't cop nothin |
Less than eight, and anything involved with my name |
Regardless of the fame |
It's hard, I can't even walk through Harlem again, |
Charge it to the game, I'm platinum like American Express |
My boy died, and all I did was inherit his stress |
To make every jam tougher, you ain't my man fuck ya |
I suggest let you live right? negative, I swear |
It's dough or die, I hope your soul provides you with an afterlife |
Close you're casket tight |
Take you're last two deep breaths and pass the mic |
To Jay-Z nigga, that's right |
Now we can bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball |
Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss |
It's alright, you heard?, it's alright, holla back |
We get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke |
Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc |
It's alright, you heard? it's alright |
We can bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball |
Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss |
It's alright, you heard?, it's alright |
We get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke |
Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc |
It's alright, you heard? it's alright, and holla back |
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