[Intro: Jay Z]
Everything must be addressed though
You know?
Nothing slides
Word up
It's murda
Dead or alive
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
My sk**s are and will remain ahead of you guys
And ain't nothing gon' change that (dead or alive)
Any ill feelings I harbor y'all can blame it on the vibe
Don't know when to let go and let young souls die
Cause n***as dissing me ain't nothing new understand
But it's how I retaliate which defines who I am
Jay Z, ain't nothing dead or alive playing me
I take beef to the grave that's how my momma raised me
She told me "fight in your afterlife, never revamp your story"
So heaven or hell n***as better have some answers for me
Hollering sh** from 89, Hawaiian Sophie
God damn y'all been on my dick a long time
(It's Murda!)
[Verse 2: Sauce Money]
Welcome to the Terror Dome
You error prone n***as sick
Roc-a-fella click thick as herron bones
What legends are made of
Like whenever accurates hit
My voice locked behind bars to a bid for this spectacular sh**
Fake kids fold and lie, holding why?
Saw a half a million sales with a golden eye
Patrol the sky to see bucks
GS the f**s Yukon GMC trucks
Slugs ease the pain to your brain when thugs squeeze
More we stuck in, bust shots till we chuckin'
You saw the f*ggot let em know more could have it
Automatic rhyme spot 4 shot towards his attic
[Hook: Both]
It's murder
Dead or alive
[Verse 3: Jay Z]
If it's j**els you like
You fools gonna f** around and lose your life
And I just bruise your wife
Don't get it confused right cause we in the spotlight
Still I hold the Glock with the wrist twist like these
Gangsta sh** no thanks to sh**
n***as selling a million records more banks to split
Jay Z motherf**er, who you think this is?
Introduction Sauce motherf**in' crank this sh**
[Verse 4: Sauce Money]
I heard his body was too hot to get near it
Too late to hear it
Two slugs wait to release his spirit
The known truth: had a bad habit for blowing loot
Two n***as on the roof busting down on the phone booth
Running for cover at point blank cause bullets is hovering
Drug them in after the slug went in
I take a phrase in God we trust it's a must
Live by the gun die by the same sh** you bust
Fly b**hes with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough for the grand finale
Grapevines throughout the alley unknown figures said
Trigger lead knew how bad we needed the n***a dead
Thoughts of hating sober intoxicated minds is taking over
Conjure all ways escape closer
Never spar drove the car to the edge of the tar
With intentions to scar, shooting motherf**erss to Allah