1-900-Hustler lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, Free, Memphis Bleek)

[Beanie Sigel]

1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy

What's the problem shorty?

[Shorty]

Yeah whattup man

I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man

I'm tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me

[Beanie Sigel]

Alright; hold on - Hova, line one

[Jay-Z]

Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it

You find a dude in town, you send him a short message

Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around

but I got some soft white that's sure to come back brown

I get that butter all night

cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a bike

They keep buyin hard white

And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price

FYI, I never been robbed in my life"

Or -- you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib and

let her introduce you 'round town like her man

Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent

then -- before they look up you sellin the town cook-up

Or -- gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shit

Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them

Still there Brooklyn?

[Shorty]

Yeah yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one

[Jay-Z]

Make out a check for eight hundred dollars

Jigga Man, holla [click, dial tone]

[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy

[Chris] Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog

[Beans] Whattup?

[Chris] I'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game

The niggaz takin too long with that advance money and shit

[Beans] Yeah

[Chris] Talkin 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills

[Beans] Yeah I feel that

[Chris] I know you well connected dog

Let me holla at somebody real

[Beans] Aight look, I got the perfect person for you, hold on

Bleek, line two

[Memphis Bleek]

Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the word

I ain't got time for a sentence all that shit is absurd

You find a strip first, if you don't cook find a bitch first

If you don't hustle find a nigga who pitch first

You new in town, no red and blue in town, there's gangs

Don't get fresh, let 'em know you small change

The strong move quiet, the weak start riots

We know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties til they tired

With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish

and other niggaz who gettin it - DEAD IT

Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse

He resists, box him in, til he can't be moved

Here's the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it

Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic

900-Hustler, you pass it around

Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out

[click, dial tone]

[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your dog

What seem to be the problem young boy?

[MDKHN] Yo whattup, this Murder Def Kill Homicide Nigga

(??) I got two freaks

[Beans] Yo watch your fuckin mouth man

[MDKHN] Fuck you mean watch my mouth nigga?

Been on hold for about two hours nigga

[Beans] I don't give a fuck how long you been on the line;

shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, hold on

[click, classical type music plays]

[MDKHN] I know this nigga ain't just put.. put me on hold man

This bullshit-ass elevator music

[Beans] Free, pick up line five

[Free]

First things first, watch what you say out your mouth

when you talkin on the phone to hus-tlers

Never play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couch

when you sittin in the presence of cus-tomers

Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out

if a nigga ever think that he touchin-ya

Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state

Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (hoe!)

Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!)

You stoppin dough when we clutchin the gats?

I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from that

Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he like

Young, Jon Benet doin a mission tonight and yo

until you up stay away from them dice and whores

Three smuts, two streaks and a dyke

can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure

And if it's tight, then he might come back for more

Nine and four, everyday back and forth

Winter to summer, 1-900-Hustler

Pass the number til you're stackin balls

Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package more

I take cash or write the check out to F-R

two E's, that'll be two G's

And forget my money I'm comin for all your ki's, nigga

[click, dial tone]

[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy dog

[MDKHN] Yo whattup young, you put me on hold earlier man what happened

[Beans] Yeah you stupid motherfucker [MDKHN:] Watch your mouth man

you talkin all reckless on the phone

[Beans] Fuck you think this the, 

Get-Indicted-Hotline or somethin motherfucker?

[MDKHN] Yo, my bad man, my bad

I know I was talkin reckless earlier about them two chickens

You get it, you know, two chickens? But listen

[Beans] What?

[MDKHN] Just tell me how to move this shit man

I'm pushin hardly half a wing back nigga, holla

[Beans] Get a job, holla at Perdue!

[click, dial tone]

The R.O.C. lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, Memphis Bleek)

[Jay-Z]

Nah motherfucker

Ge-ge-geah-geah

Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah

Geah-geah-ge-ge-geah-geah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Beanie Sigel]

We be the R,O,C .. y'all get your dope from us

We runs the R,O,C.. yeah, keep up niggaz, c'mon

Aiyyo you niggaz talk a lot of nuthin, like you always God or sumthin

Like you always shot at sumthin, niggaz never shot at nuthin

Like you shotty sumthin, like you body sumthin

nigga your body duckin is nuthin you're bluffin

You niggaz talk shit like you draw quick

but when the 4's grip, I floor quick; you, your man, your bullshit

Your man bullshit? Might get him four quick 

All up in his fore shit; c'mon, stop the bullshit

It's B Sig dog, straight in da league y'all

Straight out da school yard Hoover, I schooled y'all

Now school's out, lights out tools out

You fools out c'mon y'all pick a new route 

while I pick the new flow, kick it to your new ho' 

to get next to your new dough

Your new crack spot you know Mac steal crack to crack pot

niggaz know I spit on every track hot

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

It's the R, O, C, stop

From Tower to ma'n'pop we move out the stop

R,O,C, stop

We shower your mom block and move out with glocks

[Memphis Bleek]

Uhh, yeah, uh-huh, yo this for my G's

Yo yo

Aiyyo, this for my G's, hoes, gangstas, foes

niggaz who get dough rep for get lo

I got cake (cake) weight (weight) shanks (shanks)

eights (eights) bank (bank) bitch act straight

I'm hot son

[Beans] Stop son they livin a lie duke

You plot son I pop one still in the sky duke 

M to the A to the R-C-Y duke

niggaz die here can't nothin revive you 

I'm still here niggaz see what I drive through

Sittin on dubs with screens inside too

I'm simply street, I'm Memphis Bleek

Catch me with them green jars in the tinted jeep

On, B-L-A-D's I get C-L-A-P's

Catch me not givin a fuck I'm on these LA Trees

One for Sigel Sigel, two for the Jigga and 

Three for Amil-lion and four for Memph Man

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]

Aiyyo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that 

And Mac with this mac .. 

and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at

Where your apartment at

You fuck around and have me creepin in the dark where you be often at 

or where you be.. creepin at

Where your birds be.. shh

Oops mean (chirpin at) damn I'm hurtin that

Workin that spittin that shit like that's on purpose 

That's, some freestyle shit, I don't know

Hey playboy take that back a bit 

Yo you shouldn't have been talkin that like you was walkin that 

and Mac with this mac ..

and let off fifty shots where you be walkin at

Where your apartment at

You fuck around have me creepin in the dark where you be often at 

or where you be.. creepin at, sleepin at

Where your birds be, cheepin at

Oops mean chirpin that, damn I be workin that 

Hurtin that, aiyyo playboy (?) that

[Chorus]

[Outro]

R,O,C, stop

R,O,C.. mom block and move out with glocks

Uhh uhh, geah, uh-huh-uh-uh

Uh-huh-uh-uh, y'all can't fuck with us

Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us

Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us

Un-stop-pa-ble-Roc, y'all can't fuck with us [fades out]

Soon You'll Understand lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Mmm, you don't understand now be..cause you're cryin, and you hurt

You'll understand soon enough.. soon enough

[Singer overlaps Jay-Z]

Let him hold you, let him touch you

Soon you'll un-der-stand

[Jay-Z]

You're my best friend's sister, grown woman and all

But you see how I am around girls; I ruin 'em all

Plus your mom call me son, around you since I was small

Shit I watched you mature - nah, this ain't right

But still when your boyfriend ditched you, life's a bitch you cried

Over my right shoulder I told you to wipe your eyes

Take your time when you likin a guy

Cause if he sense that your feelings too intense, it's pimp or die

I bought you earrings on your birthday

Drove you to college your first day

It must be sad, though it hurts to say

We could never be a item, don't even like him

You deserve better - this is ugly; Gina, please don't love me

There's better guys out there other than me

(You need a lawyer or a doctor or somebody like that you know)

Like a lawyer or a doctor with a Ph.D

Think of how upset your mother and brother would be

if they found that you was huggin me

My conscience is fuckin with me

[Singer]

Let him hold you, let him touch you

Soon you'll un-der-stand

[Jay-Z]

Man, I look in the eyes of a..

this.. a kid that stole life and me together..

We're tryin, really tryin to make it work

I'm young, and I ain't ready, and I told you

[Singer overlaps Jay-Z]

Let him hold you, let him touch you

Soon you'll un-der-stand

[Jay-Z]

It ain't like, I ain't tell you from day one, I ain't shit

When it comes to relationships, I don't have the patience

Now it's too late, we got a little life together

and in my mind I really want you to be my wife forever

But in the physical it's like I'ma be trife forever

A different girl every night forever; told you to leave

but you're stubborn and you love him and,

no matter what despite all the fuckin and the cheatin,

you still won't leave him, now you're grievin

And I feel bad, believe me

But I'm young and I ain't ready, and this ain't easy

Wasn't fair to tell you to wait, so I told you to skate

You chose not to, now look at the shit we gotta go through

Doin a fight, throw in a fuss, you the mother of my baby

I don't want you to hate me, this is about us

Rather me; I ain't ready to be what you want me to be

Because I love you, I want you to leave, please

[Singer]

Let him hold you, let him touch you

Soon you'll un-der-stand

[Jay-Z]

Mm... listen ma

I mean, I seen you workin two or three jobs

Daddy left... I I thought I was makin things better

I made it worse

[Singer overlaps Jay-Z]

Let him hold you, let him touch you

Soon you'll un-der-stand

[Jay-Z]

Dear ma, I'm in the cell, lonely as hell

Writin this scribe, thinkin bout how you must feel inside

You tried to teach me better, but I refused to grow

God damn I ain't the young man that you used to know

You said the street claim lives, but I wanted things like

bling bling ice I was wrong in hindsight

Shit we grew apart, try to blame it on your new spouse

I know it hurt like hell the day you kicked me out

But your house is your house, I ain't respect the rules

I brought crack past your door, beefed with rival crews

And who wants to be the mother of a son who sold drugs

Co-workers saw me on the corner slingin Larry Love

Meanwhile, you workin hard like, two or three jobs

Tryin to feed me and my siblings, makin an honest livin

Who am I kiddin I, call myself easin the load

I made the load heavy, I need money for commissary

Try to understand, please

[Singer - repeat all 6X until fade]

Let him hold you, let him touch you

Soon you'll un-der-stand

Squeeze 1st lyrics - Jay Z

Uh, yeah, mmmm

William H. niggas

Holla, yeah, yo

[HOOK:]

That's why I, squeeze first ask quesions last

That's how most of these so called gangstas pass

I, squeeze first ask questions last

Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin today

[JIGGA]

Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down

When I greet ya, meet ya with pound

Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake

The kind that put land over your face

I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya

I-N-F-R-A, will not miss ya

I move light, like my shoes too tight

Leave niggas confused from the day to the night

At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin

Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin

I keep cash 'case cops arrest me

'case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me

You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent

If not, you somebody up close to sin

Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he

Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy

Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult

Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke

And y'all choke motherfuckers

[HOOK]

[JIGGA]

I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he

Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy

Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult

Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke

Thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he

Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy

Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult

Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke

And y'all choke niggas

[HOOK]

[JIGGA]

Y'all don't understand

I said thou shalt not fuck with raw me, or he

Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy

Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult

Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke

Y'all choke niggas

[HOOK]

[JIGGA]

See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard

I'm a player for real, I post and pivot

Coke distribute, be where the ghostes visit

Where the demons live, shit my scene is vivid

Squeamish kids, y'all get the fuck outta this verse

It's about to get so obscene in a minute

I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it

Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child fuck it

Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt

Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin my pelvis

Shit it was either that or be livin wit Elvis

Niggas is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X

Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this

Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less

My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress

Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin her drama

Told her I aint promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day

And before she could say Jay...

I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality

Men gotta do men things for men salary

Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery, damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me

Ahh shit man...

Young Hova ya heard?

Who could fuck wit him?

Where Have You Been lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel)

[Beanie Sigel]

Damn how am I gonna say this shit?

hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy

remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap

I remember being kicked out the house

'cause I looked just like you

Said I'd be nothing but a crook

just like you

The niggaz in the hood was shook

Where the just like you

'Cause all they said was little whitey look

I'm just like you

But dog I can't see it at all, shit

We never kicked it at all

We never pitched or kicked at a ball

dog, you never taught me shit

how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat

none of that sorts of shit

Nigga you was an abusive pops

fuck you left me out to dry, stuck

gotta teach news to box

gotta teach news to bop

and that aint the half of it man

I gotta teach news to block

It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)

sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons

how they grew to be men and father they sons

father they daughters

nigga, you left a fatherless daughter

I never follow your orders

nigga you make me sick

pussy you could....ooh

how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind

I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom

I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9

put it in my palm when I was young

and said that would be mine, you turned me out

the reason why I hit the block

reason why I tried to hit them cops

reason why I started hittin shots

reason why I started gettin licked

and drinkin syrup and skippin court

ginger bread man never think of gettin caught

look at your hand man damn you fought

nigga you left my mom

left us with no good-bye's

you left us out to dry

you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies

no digits numbers was unlisted

you left us with some of my loneliest night

nigga some of my hungriest nights

shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin)

damn we used to think money was white

yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant

we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps

and to think you was my pop,

man i gotta stop shit

[CHORUS]

[Female:] Daddy, Where Have You Been?

[Beanie:] And when you come home, you got us here all alone

[Female:] Mommy, Where Daddy Went?

[Beanie:] You always stick up for him

Always said you'd make up for him

[Female:] Mommy, What Happened Then?

[Beanie:] What was you cheatin on him?

Why he's always beatin' on you?

[Female:] Daddy, Where Have You Been?

[Beanie:] Nigga, you gonna hear me out

[Jay-Z]

I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)

wanted to talk just like him (word)

often momma said I look too much

and I thought just like him (it could happen)

wanted to drink Miller nips

and smoke Newports just like you

but you left me, now I'm goin to court just like you

I would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away"

bullshit, do you even remember December's my birthday?

do you even remember the tender boy

you turned into a cold young man

with one goal and one plan

get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one

always short with the income

always late with the rent

You said that you was comin through

I would stay in the hallway (waitin)

always playin the bench (waitin)

and that day came and went

Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain

but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again

will never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me?

Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?

Mommy why is your eyes puffy?"

please don't cry everything'll be alright

I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light

It's us against the world

we don't need him, right? (right)

mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)

I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now

we doin real good

we don't miss you now

see how life twists around, fucker?

[CHORUS]

[fade out... sound of staticky LP turning]

"Vol. 3... Life And Times Of S. Carter" (1999)

• Hova Song (Intro) lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Pain In Da Ass)
• So Ghetto lyrics - Jay Z
• Do It Again lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Amil, Beanie Sigel)
• Dope Man lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Serena Altschul)
• Things That U Do lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Mariah Carey)
• It's Hot (Some Like It Hot) lyrics - Jay Z
• Snoopy Track lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Juvenile)
• S. Carter lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Amil)
• Pop 4 Roc lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Amil, Beanie Siegal, Memphis Bleek)
• Watch Me lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Dr. Dre)
• Big Pimpin' lyrics - Jay Z
• There's Been A Murder lyrics - Jay Z>
• Come And Get Me lyrics - Jay Z
• NYMP lyrics - Jay Z
• Hova Song (Outro) lyrics - Jay Z
• Girl's Best Friend lyrics - Jay Z
• Jigga My Nigga lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Amil)
• Do You Believe (Hova Interlude) lyrics - Jay Z
• Is That Yo Bitch? lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott, Twista)
• Anything lyrics - Jay Z

Hova Song (Intro) lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Pain In Da Ass)

[Jay-Z]

Yeah, I know you just ripped the packaging off your CD

If you like me you readin the credits right now

If you in your car, I don't care if it's winter

I want you to put all your windows down

Zone out, buckle up, let's go

Hello it's Hova; that's right young'un the wait is over

The new millineum is upon us, the album is here

Before we get into the shit, let's get a few things clear

Rappers with no relation:

there's "Seven Degrees of Seperation" and I'm Kevin Bacon

This is the murderer's version

Jigga the shit, even when he rhyme in third person

Hova the God, I should be rappin with turban

Haters can't disturb him, waiters can't serve him

Mike Jordan of rap - outside J workin

Now watch how quickly I drop 50

I don't like playin, niggaz can't stick me

Niggaz can not jam me, niggaz can't get me

Slimmy at the Rucka wanna leave and spend with me

I consistantly take em out the park like Ken Griffey

Do you believe? It's Hova the God

[Pain In Da Ass]

Makes you think about the people in your life

Then I think about BIG; what'd he say if he was here

He'd say, "Jay, what's it about? What's life about?

If you don't go through as a man's a man"

He'd say, "Suck it up, take the fall, do the time 

that's what makes you who you are, makes you what you are"

How many years you been around this thing of ours?

Commision, 125 years

What's it about?

It's about rules, parameters

You take the beatin for the friend you don't lay down

you don't betray who you are, what you are

You gotta remember guys like Taj, Chill, Ran, Emory

They don't roar, they don't rap

You know why? That's the rules, you don't break them

You was born to be somethin I wasn't even supposed to be.. humble

Okaay so you humble me now, what you got?

You got a war, you got global war 

You got a worldwide crime syndicate now

There's no rules, there's no parameters, there's no feelings

There's no feelings for this game

So.. five ten years from now

You're gonna wish there was American Commision

Five ten years from now...

They're gonna miss Jay-Z

Oahhhkayyyyy, I'm reloaded!!!!!