Poke of Trackmasters - I'll Be lyrics

[Jay-Z] That's right, papa, that's right How we do, yeah, Ill Na Na Uh huh, uh, come on... [Foxy] What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top Close your eyes as you ride, right out your socks Double, lose his mind as he grind in the tunnel Wanna gimme the cash he made off his last bundle Nasty-girl don't pa** me the world I push the V, not the backseat girl Don't deepthroat for c-notes, she floats Murder she wrote, and keeps the heat close Firm n***a, we 'posed to be the illest on three coasts Familia, bigga than Icos Y'all, Danny DeVitos, small n***as All I see is the panty eaters—that's all n***as Loan sharkin' this year, raise the figgas Fifteen percent make the whole world sit up And take notice, Na Na take over Y'all take quotas, to hit papa [Hook: Jay-Z] Straight out the gate y'all, we drop hits Now tell me, how nasty can you get All the way from the hood to your neck of the woods It's ripped, one thing for sure -- I'll be good (repeat 2X) Foxy: I'm 2 Live, Nasty As I Wanna Be JAY-Z: Don't shake your sa**y a** in front of me 'fore I take you there and tear your back out FOXY: That sh** ain't happened since The Mack was out [Foxy] I'm Lola Falana, dripped in Gabbana Nineties style, the finest style Right away it's the fit, wanna taste the sh**? Put me on the basin, throw your face in it, f**er Na Na, y'all can't touch her My s** drive all night like a trucker Let alone the sk**s I posess And y'all gon' see by these mil's I posess Never settle for less, I'm in excess Not inexpensive—VVS To the two, that's just the way I'm built Nasty, but cla**y, still [Hook] [Jay-Z] Well you can hold what I got, roll with the Roc A-Fella capo in the candy apple drop Will tears fall to your ears if I don't stop Can ya throw it like a quarterback, third and a lot? [Foxy] Dig me, I'll get you locked like Biggie with herb in the spot Word middie, the cop 'n biddie Uhh, I'm the bomb-diggy, punana Sexy brown thing, uh, Madon' y'all Make em turn over from the full-court pressure To undress ya and sh** all over your a**es I ain't playin knockin out at the weigh-in I'm sayin, what's the sense in delayin I'm tryin to run G from the P to the A.M I saw your little thing now I'm swayin, OK'in (ahh, sh**... uh, uh) [Hook]