[Intro: Stevie J]
I'm rolling with Roc-A-Fella man
Cause they got money man, haha
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, Hova
Yeah, Stevie J n***a
Y'all ready? Yo, yo
[Hook x3: Jay-Z]
How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
How many y'all wanna ride tonight
n***a ride or die or ride or die
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
A-yo f** y'all, n***as I crush y'all, rush y'all
With the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all
Little motherf**ers ain't ready for war
I seen your team in a crisis before, thought I forgot?
The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
Y'all n***as is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
Much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
This n***a ready for war, well where that fool at?
I bruise wack rap n***as severely punish them
Especially those that get f**ed for they publishing, heh
Always gotta be the weakest n***a out the crew
I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
You see the respect I get every time I come through
Check your own videos, you'll always be number two
n***as talking real greasy on them R&B records
But I'm platinum a million times n***a, check the credits
S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price
I can even make YO' sh** tighter
I roast n***as like ya, smoke n***as like ya
Take your little j**els and put the toast to n***as like ya
You know what the f** we do and why we done it
How I bring it to n***as who, probably want it
Keep playing, you gone find me in your lobby blunted
And I don't even smoke n***a, ain't no joke
n***as cat fighting with Jigga, kicking sneaky sh**
Making little tapes but keeping it secret
Cause I kick that deep sh** that divide your peeps sh**
Now I don't know if you f**ing with Jigga
Spitting that weak sh** y'all
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah
n***as don't want it with Jig, cause something's got to give
I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
Jigga's the Don, b**hes scream "Jigga damn the
Dick is the bomb, about as thick as an arm"
Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit and the charm
b**h I'm trying to tell you like Nicholas Barnes
I'm a big cat, listen mami, can you dig that?
Cars, j**elry, homes, I did that
O's, shootouts, ki's, I live that
Actresses, models, chicken heads, hit that
I get stacks and still I kick back
And run up on n***as with the midac, where the sh** at?
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
Time to separate
The platinum from the white gold, right from the door
The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw
The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick
From the cats with the numbers, the five from the six
I got cop ‘n crash money, pop the dash money
Press the bu*ton, all of sudden, Glock in the stash money
Beef with Jigga, watch yo' a** money
It's El Presidente, top bra** money
Now I don't flash the steel, I blast for real
My motto: you only good as the last n***a you k**
I'm here to snatch this mil, n***a that's for real
If you rolling with me grab the wheel, let's ride huh?
[Hook]