[Intro: Jay-Z]
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Roc-A-Fella
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Yall know what this is
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We giving yall five seconds to put your drink down and report to the dance floor immediately
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All the busters: we giving yall five seconds to get close to a exit
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Its about to get real ugly in here
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Five seconds is up
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Lets go!
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[Bridge: Jay-Z & Barron Ricks sample]
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(Throw they hands up) Ugh, ugh, ugh
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(Throw they hands up) Niggas
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(Throw they hands up) Bitches
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(Throw they hands up) Busters
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(Throw they hands up) Hustlers
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(Throw they hands up) Hoes
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(Throw they hands up) Boasters
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(Throw they hands up) Mack!
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[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel & Jay-Z]
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You know how Mack come through on the club tip
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Eerybody real deep on that thug shit (Uh-huh)
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Cop Cris, spray the club, on that thug shit (Uh-huh)
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Cop frisks suits, snub in the club quick (Uh-huh)
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Told yall real high (When I come through) (Ugh, ugh)
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You can try (If you want to)
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You can die (If you want to)
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We hitting whores on the floor, whole crew be wild (Yeah)
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Bitch, “back that ass up,” like Juvenile (Huh)
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When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece (Uh-huh) (Ugh)
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You know Mack come through with a line of freaks (Ugh)
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Every bitch on the hip be a nine at least (Uh-huh)
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We gettin head on the floor, while you grindin freaks
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Whole squad get it down like this (Ugh)
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Whole squad buyin rounds of Cris (Hands up, hands)
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Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
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Whole squad got a pound to twist (Ugh)
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Whole squad got a pound to spit
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‘Case a clown wanna flip (Buck, buck, buck)
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Mack never slip in the club (Yeah)
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Told yall niggas, four-fif in the club (Buck)
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If a nigga wanna draw (Ugh), then, the blood, it can drip in the club (Yeah)
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You know how niggas get in the club (Huh)
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Shit you know how I be, all high in V-I-P
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Rollin up to B.I.G. (“Baby!”)
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Niggas be all liquored up, talkin shit
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‘Til they man gotta come and pick em up (Uh-huh)
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Got bitches in the back, bouncing to “Jigga What”
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You got your hands up and I aint even stick yall up
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[Break: Jay-Z & Barron Ricks sample]
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Eerybody, get it up (Throw they hands up)
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Eerybody, get it up (Throw they hands up)
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[Chorus: Jay-Z, Amil, Barron Ricks sample, & Jay-Z & Amil]
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12 a.m., on my way to the club (Ugh)
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1 a.m., DJ made it erupt (Throw they hands up, Uh-huh)
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2 a.m., now Im gettin with her (Throw they hands up, What up?)
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3 a.m., now Im splittin with her (Splittin with who?)
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4 a.m., at the Waffle House (Throw they hands up, Waffle House)
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5 a.m., now we at my house (Throw they hands up, Ugh)
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6 a.m., I be diggin her out (Throw they hands up, Yeah)
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6:15, I be kickin her out (What?!)
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7 a.m., Ima call my friends (Throw they hands up, Uh-huh)
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12 a.m., we gon do it again (Throw they hands up, Ugh)
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We gon, we gon, (By the way…) we gon do it again, lets go (Yo…)
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[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
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How the fuck you gon talk about emcees on our heel?
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When we just cop them things, homie, the chrome-y wheels
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Both arms is chunky, the sleeves on chill
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Any given times, a hundred Gs in your grill
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Dont talk to me bout emcees got skills
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Hes all right, but hes not real,
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Jay-Zs that deal, with Sigs in the field
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Love affair for war—hug, squeeze that steel
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Fuck—you got a flow? Thats cool with me
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You got a little dough? Thats cool with me
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You got a little cars, little jewelries
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But none of yall muhfuckers could fool with me
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You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees
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‘Bout as blue as the sea, the way I maneuver the V
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Hat cocked, cant see his eyes—who could it be?
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With that new, blue Yankee on—who but me?
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Niggas shipped two million, then I blew the three
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Then I skated the four ‘fore I went on tour
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I came back and its plain: yall niggas aint rappin the same
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Fuck the flow—yall jackin our slang
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I seen the same shit happen to Kane
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Three cuts in your eyebrows, tryna wild out
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The game is ours—well never foul out
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Yall just better hope we gracefully bow out
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Throw your hands up—niggas, bitches, busters
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Hustlers, fuck that! (Throw they hands up) Cmon!
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[Chorus: Amil, Jay-Z, Barron Ricks sample & Amil & Jay-Z]
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12 a.m., on the way to the club (Throw they hands up,Uh huh)
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1 a.m., bout to shake the butt (Throw they hands up, Ugh, shake some butt)
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2 a.m., now Im checkin the mink (Right here, bitch…)
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3 a.m., now he buyin me drinks (What she drinkin on?)
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4 a.m., exit the club (Throw they hands up, Lets go)
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5 a.m., think he gettin some butt (Throw they hands up, Thats right)
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6 a.m., nigga still aint bust (What?!)
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6:15, “nigga, well get up” (Im out) (Throw they hands up, Ugh)
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7 a.m. gotta tell my friends (Throw they hands up, Uh-huh)
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12 a.m., Ima do it again
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Ugh, ugh, Ima do it again
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12 a.m., Ima (We gon) do it again
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[Break: Jay-Z & Barron Ricks sample]
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Uh-huh-ugh, ugh, ugh (Throw they hands up)
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Lets go
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[Chorus: Jay-Z]
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12 a.m., on my way to the club
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1 a.m., DJ made it erupt
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2 a.m., now Im gettin with her
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3 a.m., now Im splittin with her
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4 a.m., at the Waffle House
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5 a.m., now we at my house
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6 a.m., I be diggin her out
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6:15, I be kickin her out
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7 a.m., Ima call my friends
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12 a.m., we gon do it again
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We gon, we gon (Uh-huh, uh-huh-ugh)
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We gon do it again
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Lets go
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[Outro: Barron Ricks sample]
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Throw they hands up
