Some How Some Way lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Beanie Sigel, Scarface)

[Chorus]

(Please believe that) Some how some way

We gotta make it up out the hood some day

Some how some way

We gotta make it up out this life

Some how some way

We gotta make it up out this life

Some way we gotta make it up out this life

[Jay-Z]

Weather we dribble out this motherfucker

Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker

Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker

Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker

Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker

I don't always want to be this drug dealing

Motherfucker damn

Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride

Through the sky I

Use to play the hall up fifth floor me and my boys we

All poor getting high I

seen the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing

I received I'm from the dirt

I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park

Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand and

Still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through

And touch my soul take hold of my hand

Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn

[Chorus]

Some how some way

I gotta make it up out the hood someday

Some how some way

I gotta make it up out this life

Some way I gotta make it up out this hood someday

[Beanie Sigel]

[Talking:] To old Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you

Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck

Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck

Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up

Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck

Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up

Niggas fighting over Cold young boys light things up

All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up

Remember Lil' Eddie man how he light mean up

Then they wonder why we light green up

Back to back steamers trying to relax but I can't

I lean up ain't the L or the refer that steam up

It's my head stress to the point I get a fever

Thinking bout the block and all the mothers and kids

That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed'em

For the rest of their life fucking wings fried

Vegetable rice(gotta be kidding)

No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night

Our kids eating lunch at night

In their beds all bunched in tight

No less than three or four(you know how it go)

Two by the foot two by the headboard

Man I'm getting scared for them (Yeah I know)

Thats how I feel for them

And we gotta grip the shorties on the block

All they do is smoke weed and drink forties

Cop their quarties

Enough to get the latest ROC, newest glock, and old Jordies

[Chorus]

Some how some way

We gonna make it up out the hood someday

Some how some way

We gonna make it up out this life

Some how some way

We gonna make it up out the hood one day

Some way we gonna make it up out this life

[Scarface]

Right here another lil' story bout this click I claimed

Another chapter based on how I get that game

Hanging round my neighborhood and bang my street

Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep

South-side sunny side

Blocks I run South Vegas, South Paul

Nigga all got guns

Over here we got this poor (?) get that there

We know tomorrow ain't promise so we get that there

Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps

Working inside a slump house starving to death

Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and

Zippers agents snapping your picture neighbors

Plotting to get ya

Situations is critic I was out here to get it

Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it

And holding back all the mothers for a minute

Pumping hard dog

Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all dog

Love being willied and your creek gonna rise

I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise

(Some how some way)

(Some how some way)

I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise

[Chorus]

Some how some way

We gotta make it up out the hood some day

Some how some way

We gotta make it up out this life

Some how some way

We gotta make it up out the hood some day

Some way we gotta make it up out this life

[Whistling]

Some People Hate lyrics - Jay Z

[unknown singing]

That old fashioned word.. it's a word called LOVE!

Called looooove, called looo-oooo-oooo-oooo-oooo-ove

[Jay-Z]

Oh! This must be the way the nigga 'Pac felt when he made

"Me Against the World," "All Eyez on Me"

Y'all niggaz got me feelin like all eyes on me, me against the world

Mmm, y'all got me on my shit

Thought niggaz would appreciate what I did to this game

Bein that, I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood

Come from the same hood you come from

We share basically the same stories

Thought niggaz would appreciate what I came and did

since ninety-six, every year

Somethin must be seriously wrong with the world

I know y'all ain't hatin

(Some people hate!) Don't tell me niggaz is hatin

(Some people hate!) Nah.. you know what I think?

(Some people hate!) I think..

(I think they've lost their minds) Think y'all lost your mind

Y'all got me on my shit

Raw rough and rugged, when addressin the mass public

My attitude is fuck it cause motherfuckers love it

Got a, chip on my shoulder the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas

And fuck bein famous, I came to get the butters

I came from the gutter, my success in this game

is sort of like "Pro-jectic Justice," a payment for brushes

with police officers, a peace offering

From the Gods for the streets I was tossed in

'Til I'm deceased in a coffin

I'ma be a beast on these beats, releasin early and often

Please, your disdain for the brothers ain't gon' change the numbers

It's the strengthenin of chain among us

Please, we ain't afraid of none of yas, who want it with us?

Ain't nuttin changed since the ninety-six summers, c'mon

(Some people hate!) Jeah, uh, yeah

(Some people hate!) Uh, uhh, uhh

(Some people hate!) Yeah.. you know what I think?

(I think they've lost their minds) They say success breeds envy

I guess it's just the penalty of leadership

I guess I'm what niggaz wanna be and shit

Or niggaz just bored, wanna be in shit

'Fore they get to rappin, start believin it

Think they Ali and shit

I roll with the punches so I survive

I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side

I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise surprise

They try to take me out the game, but I's alive

It's like a old negro spiritual, but I mastered Tobey

With a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga

You bastards know me, the one and only

Big homey from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely

You need Jesus in your life.. it's either that

or y'all gon' make me put the double Desert Eagles in your life, nigga!

(Some people hate!) I know niggaz are hatin man, let me find out

(Some people hate!)

Jealousy's a weak emotion, y'all gotta overcome that man

(Some people kill their brothers)

C'mon man be stronger than that.. you know what I think?

(I think they've lost their minds) You'll be aight though

Au contraire nigga, I am here cause I earned the shit

By ridin out, when niggaz had learner's permit

We bring the knives out, or we let them burners spit

I bring them pies out if niggaz wanna burn the strip

Bring your rides out, bring your buggy eyes out, turn your 6

I laid back in the Maybach

Nigga this the payback, I know you bitch niggaz from way back

Niggaz wanna clown but the pound it don't play dat

Get yourself found, drowned, where the lake at

Run up on 'em +Notoriously+, "Take that!" (take that)

And then we comin where your wake at

Eight maniac cats strapped with gats, you can hate that

Face facts, fake rap cats

can't take back what I took back to the Brook', look

(Some people hate!)

(Some people hate!)

(Some people kill their brothers)

(I think they've lost their minds)

(And I'm hung up.. ohh..)

Blueprint 2 lyrics - Jay Z

[Jay-Z]

Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that (Jay-Z won't hold my hand no more)

Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that

Jay-Z that, Jay-Z this (Jay-Z won't give me no money)

Get off Jay-Z dick

What y'all niggas get front page articles, y'all mention Jay-Z name

(This thing on?) Jay-Z, Jay-Z, in Jay-Z news

I understand what y'all trying to do

I brought the flutes this time, though

I unleashed the flutes on them, guru

Gimme some more music in the headphone

Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening

Let's do this thing (let's do it right this time)

C'mon

H, O V A

I got my mojo back baby, oh behave

Naw, naw, don't be afraid

Y'all and your articles, hard to spit at Jay

Y'all from afar threw thoughts my way

What you thought, I would naught have nothing to say? Nope!

Y'all fell into the booby trap

I set the trap just to see dude react, and now

And now you'se can't leave

You opened the door god, I'm at you annually

And I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez

I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is

But you can't give cred to anything dude says

Same dude to give you ice and you owe him some head

(Shortyyyy!) It's time to wake up the dead

You sound a little naive in them articles that I read

[Hook (x2)]

H, O V A

The Blueprint 2 baby, on the way

H, O V A

I got my mojo back baby, oh behave

[Jay-Z]

Can't y'all, see that he's fake, the rap version of TD jakes

Prophesizing on your CDs and tapes

Won't break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes

And this is with whom you want to place your faith?

I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine

When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line

Donating proceeds off every ticket sold

When I was out on the road, that's how you judge Hov, no?

Ain't I supposed to be absorbed myself?

Every time there's a tragedy, I'm the first one to help

They call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude

To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects

These dudes is all politics, depositing checks

they put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lot of lip

And y'all buy the shit, caught up in the hype

Cause the nigga wear a coofie, it don't mean that he bright

Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice

It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write

Is it "Oochie Wally Wally" or is it "One Mic"?

Is it "Black Girl Lost" or shorty owe you for ice?

I've been real all my life, they confuse it with conceit

Since I will not lose, they try to help him cheat

But I will not lose, for even in defeat

There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens it up for me

When the grass is cut, the snakes will show

I gotta thank the little homie Nas for that though

Saving me the hassle of speaking to half of these assholes

And I'ma let karma catch up to Jaz-O, whoa

I'm back before you had a chance to miss me

My mama can't save you this time, niggas is history

Who you know flow vicious as me?

Yet so religiously, that's why they call me Hov

I get the spoils cause the victor is me (me, nigga)

You're an actor, you're not who you're depicted to be

The street dreamin, all y'all niggas living through me

I gave you life when niggas was forgetting you emcee

I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me

You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee

I'm Big Dog, Glenn Rob, listen God you a flea

And the little homey Jungle is a garden to me

What's the problem B? You not as hard as me

Nigga hard as we, nigga R O C, nigga

That's why they follow me, they feel my pain and my agony, nigga

I won't rest till you on one knee

You want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga

Until you on one knee, you want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga

[Hook (x2)]

Nigga Please lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Young Chris)

[Pharrell]

What, uh, c'mon, uh, keep the change, my nigga, (it's too late)

It's too late for that

Don't gotta to spit that game

Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that

Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that

[Jay-Z]

Uh, uh, young, Neptunes, Young Chris, ROC

Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars

Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla

[Chorus: Pharrell]

My nigga, please - you ain't signing no checks like these

My nigga, please - you pushing no wheels like these

My nigga, please - you ain't holding no tecks like these

My nigga, please - you don't pop in vest like these

[Jay-Z]

My nigga please, uh-huh, uh,

This my world, pimp stroll

Nigga please, you ain't start out from your trunk

Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk

Nigga please, chumps don't tour like us

You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus

Nigga please, you ain't got your neck all froze

With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes

Nigga please, you don't be getting no hoes

With La Perla on they cheeks, can't be messing with cheap chicks

Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans

Manolo Blahnik I'm going through they body like an ultrasonic

You ain't got 'em blowing no chronic

Divine intervention, you can't prevent me from shining

Nigga please, I been around the world

Damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world

Nigga please, you can't even hold my shoes

I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you

[Chorus + ad libs]

[Jay-Z]

Uh, pimp strolling on 'em

Black diamonds, rose goldin' on 'em

Paper foldin' on 'em

Snuck pass the dog noses with the Foldger's on 'em

Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on 'em

Snitch got pinched but he toned it on 'em

Lawyers got it adjourned, try {?} on 'em

Witnesses, it's no holdin' on 'em

Just George Jefferson strollin' on 'em

Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be

My videos is like real TV

That chick, that's me, that six, that's me

That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea

Nigga please

[Chorus + ad libs]

[Young Chris]

Yo, yo,

Nigga please, y'all ain't seeing no checks like these (no)

Y'all don't run up in record labels demanding respect like we

Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we

Y'all coach class, y'all never private jet like we

My nigga please, y'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us

You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us

Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us

And repeat it we must, y'all don't re-up like us

Ay, y'all ain't being like us, 'cause y'all don't see it like us

The move the D's when they rush

My nigga please, they must be on E's and dust

Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us

My nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got O.G.s like me

B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame Dash, Kareem

Nigga please, somebody must've gassed your team

Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (GangGreen)

My nigga please

[Chorus + ad libs]

[Pharrell]

Amazing man, got your aerosol,

I made my money, but don't trouble the law

I keep the womens around

I got the gremlin's crazy

And wanna know the time

Better have me shades, see

My nigga please

[Chorus + ad libs]

2 Many Hoes lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Timbaland)

Uhh, yeah, uh-uhh-uh

Uh-huh, uh-uh-uhh, uhh, uhh

I ain't tryin to be RUDE DUDE

but give a nigga some space

I ain't tryin to be rude dude

Just, give a nigga some space

Just tryin to talk honey dog

I ain't got time to waste (check it)

[Jay-Z sings]

Why is you over here lookin at me

while all these girls up in here?

[Jay-Z]

What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like indian hair

Y'all don't want me to spray the semi in here

I mean if you a fan I consider you fam'

But shake a nigga hand, but shit god damn

All that ("Do you remember me dawg?") Nah I'm drawin a blank

You got me feelin like a fish, in a fish tank

Just think, if you came to a club

Tryin to find a little hon for some one-night love

'Stead you got another nigga all up in your mug

You make me uncomfortable thug, go thatta-way!

And kill the ice grill homes

Cause I keep enough heat to melt THAT away

I came in some sweats, I came to get met

Tryin to find a chick that make it hard for me to "next!"

We exit stage left, hope in the Lexus

Treat me like a baby, mouth on her breast-es

.. may I suggest that it's

a lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses

.. go find you one

Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn

.. go find you one

Go get your dance on, go grind on one

[Chorus]

Quick question - yo, why you over here?

So many hoes in here

My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there

It's so many hoes in here

I ain't tryin to be rude dude, whyon'tcha dissapear?

There's so many hoes in here

I understand you got issues but I really don't care

There's so many hoes in here

[Jay-Z]

Yea yea yea I know you rap and your sister spit too

You been callin the office and you can't get through

I understand all that, but now ain't the time

I came to the club to get that off my mind

And all you thugs with your war stories startin to bore me

I ain't tryin to hear about your guts and glory

I'm tryin to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from Nore

And you keep talkin over the beat like Clue ("Do you remember?")

.. go find somethin to do

You're a janitor, go find somethin to screw

Disappear like Copperfield, go cop a feel

Play hide and seek witchaself for real, huh

The chick came dressed up just to get messed up

She got her hair done, just to get it sweated up

Shit I'm tryin to help her out

Whyon'tcha help me out and be out?

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Jeah, jeah, jeah

[Timbaland: repeat 3X]

You're invadin my space

You need to, be easy, ahh

You're invadin my space

C'mon dawg, be easy, ahh

[Timbaland]

Uh-uh, I don't know why they do that

Heh, I don't understand

Heh, what you need to do, is..

[Timbaland: repeat 3X]

Stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here

C'mon dawg, stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here

Be easy

As One lyrics - Jay Z (feat. Freeway, Memphis Bleek, Sparks & others)

[Rell]

We're the ones with the flame ([Jay-Z:] "Yeah")

We're the fire that remains ([Jay-Z:] "Turn Rell up a little bit")

We're controllin' the game from now on ([Jay-Z:] "Huh")

[Jay-Z]

Yeah! It's the world reknown

Internationally connected

Locally accepted

Roc-A-Fella Records

Don't get it confused ([Rell:] "Roc, baby")

Doin' what we do ([Rell:] "It's The Roc, baby")

B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek ([Rell:] "You understand")

Introducin'

[Young Chris]

It's Young C ([Neef:] "Young C!")

Home of Philly, young and hungry

All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me

And every hood in the world discussin' me

I hated once when I didn't give it up to Neef

[Neef]

It's Neef Buck ([Chris:] "Neef Buck!")

Out the cut ([Chris:] "Out the cut!")

All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us

It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us

They can't fuck with us

[Young Chris]

AAAWWWWWW

[Sparks]

I'm the one

Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows

To do with your ho all wrapped in one

I'm not done

Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done

The one to cop one, come back for another one

Quick fast, like rapid refund

I'm the grrrrrrr mean green out the money machine

I'm not done

I'm Omilio, and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood

[Jay-Z]

And you like it

[Young Chris]

All those haters talkin shit we don't like it

[Beanie Sigel]

We love it

That black mask, black glove shit

Roll up on him don't budge, bitch

With my mack, and my tech

And my vest, just like that

For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets

I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast

[Rell]

Those seen here we'll lead you forever

And we will not leave you, never

And our voices will ring ([Sparks:] "rrriinngg") together

As one

[Young Chris]

AAAWWWWW

[Freeway]

It's young Free

Move, workin' the wheel

Hand jerkin' the V

Busters don't let you crossed the line

Thinkin I'm off my job

But I'm on like Chris when he popped his cuz

Thinkin them slugs'll fly

[Peedi Crakk]

Call me P.C.

Tempers feelin', I peel

Look how I'm killin' the wheel

The fitted tilt to the left

The shirt blend with the sweats

Your girls skirts invest

She undressin', don't stare

Check the picture nigga

[Jay-Z]

I'm the one

Young H-O, a game of one

What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung

Listen hon, twist one, this Armi, sip some

It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151

When I'm done

Make a run with The Roc

Rock Air Force 1's

Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come

Through customs, cops can't bust him

It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run

[Jay-Z]

And you like it

[Young Chris]

All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it

[Memphis Bleek]

No, we love it

I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it

You can't fuck wit

Young Easy, I on the Just Blaze production

You get nothin'

We get enough spins

Can't stop us from coppin bottles while we clubbin'

It's the R-O-C forever, tell the public, huh!

[Rell]

Those seen here we'll lead you forever

And we will not leave you, never

And our voices will ring ([Sparks:] "rrriinngg") together

As one

[Young Chris]

AAAWWWWW