The 24-Carat Black - Can I Live II lyrics

[Produced by K Rob] [Intro: Jay-Z] Yeah, is y'all n***as finished, yo Is y'all n***as finished Got your little radio play, your little BDS, huh You finished n***a, huh huh, y'all finished Can I live, huh Can I live, you're being stingy with the f**ing music again yo [Verse 1: Jay-Z] I blacks out, I pulls the mack out Scream what's that about then I clap out I get my plot on and my drop on, through the rotten Don't even hate on those who hate me, I got Pac on Feeling it, feeling it,chickens are ice grilling it Cops pulling it over, Jigga react militant Speed off, officer told me turn the beat off I turned it a level higher, then return the devil's fire I'm raised different, react in situations n***as lay stiff in and rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows, create criminal odes Sing along if y'all with me, til the end of the road I'm cynical, when in the view of the public And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in interviews The percentage who don't understand, is higher than the percentage who do Check yourself, what percentage is you? [Refrain: Jay-Z] Can I live For all my n***as with the all white Air Force Ones and black guns Stack ones Can I live For all my chicks pigeon-toed Stand bowlegged like the bulldog Know what I mean Can I live To all the cee-lo champs Two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll Heads Can I live To all my n***as who drink Hennessy straight Cop mixtapes and sell weight n***as [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I got the feds sending me letters, cause I'm schooling the youth But they can't lock me down, cause my tool is the truth Yeah I sold d** for a living, that's a given, why is it? Why don't y'all try to visit the neighborhoods, I lived in? My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central Where cops lock you up more than try to defend you I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth And all I see is life cycle just repeating itself Ran into shorty bopping down the ave On his way to clocking mad then He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek] Ayo there's money there I just gotta have When I catch up to these fiends I'm a knock them on they a** Not to brag Sometimes I look at my life and laugh How I think about school and it taught me not a craft When I backed out Let one out, let the barrel turn Holla at you f*ggots That it's my block to burn That credit you dead it I know heads getting annoyed and knew all About a dope fiend before reading Donald Goines Flipping boy, using the right cut One thing that's f**ed up is bad dope that I can't pump This slab gotta re-up and re-bag Blend it in with the raw Bubble it fast cop more Once I get it I got it I lock it Nobody pop sh** Selling twenties on my block b**h For some blacktop sh** What you want n***a What you want n***a What you want What you want n***a [Hook: Jay-Z] Can I live To all my n***as that hold coke in they bubble coat Trying to win in the construction Timbs, can I live USA, all my chicks that strip Boos go to the store with the doobie pins still in All my chicks with the credit card scams, 2 kids, 1 job, and no man All my chicks getting that washing set with their welfare check All the mamis dame besa, alright All my n***as rocking them fitted caps Trying to get at this rap, know what I mean All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no license I like that sh**, I see y'all All my n***as that say pause, after they say some f**ed up sh** Rock on, Jigga sh**, Roc-A-Fella forever yo Major Coins, yeah Memph Bleek n***a