Can I Live (Bonus Disc)

Verse 1: Jay-Z<br>Yeah, ya`ll niggas finished yo?<br>Ya`ll niggas finished?<br>Got your little radio, play your little videos huh?<br>You finished nigga, huh, huh, huh?<br>Ya`ll finished, Can I Live? Huh, Can I Live?<br><br>Yo, yo, yo I blacks out, I pulls da mack out<br>Scream what`s that about, then I clap out<br>I get my fly on, and my drop on, due to write on<br>Don`t even hate on those who hate me, I got pac on<br>Feelin it, feelin it, chickens are ice grillin it<br>Cops pullin it over, Jigga react militant<br>Speed off<br>Officer told me "Turn the beat off"<br>I truned it a level higher<br>The return of the devil`s fire<br>I`m raised different, react in situations niggas lay stiff in<br>Rookies blame it on the age difference<br>My subliminal flows create criminal O`s<br>Sing along if you with me, till the end of the road<br>I`m cynical, when in the view of the public and this is because<br>I`m defensive I`m in of these views<br>The percentage of those who don`t understand <br>Is higher than the percentage who do<br>Check yourself, what percentage is you?, Can I Live?<br><br>Chorus: Jay-Z<br>For all my niggas with the all white air force ones<br>And black guns stack ones yo, Can I Live?<br>For all my chicks, bitches, ho`s stand bull legged like a bull dog<br>You nah mean, uh, Can I Live?<br>To all the C-low champs, two green dice and one red<br>Stop the bank and roll head ya`ll, Can I Live?<br>To all my niggas who drink Hennesey straight<br>Cop mix tapes, and sell weight niggas<br><br>Verse 2: Jay-Z<br>I got the Feds sendin me letters cause I`m schoolin the youth<br>But they can`t lock me down cause my tool is the truth<br>Yeah I sold drugs for a livin, that`s a given, why is it?<br>Why don`t ya`ll try to visit the neighborhoods I live in<br>My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central<br>Cops look you up more than try to defend you<br>I push you to the limit when I`m needin the wealth<br>And all I see is life`s cycle just repeatin itself<br>Ran into shorty boppin down the ave, on the way to glock his magnum<br>He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said..<br><br>Memphis Bleek:<br>Ayo there`s money out there I`ve just got to have<br>When I catch up to these fiends, I`ma knock em on they ass<br>Not to brag, sometimes I look at my life and laugh<br>How I think about school and it taught me not to grab<br>When I back out, let one out, let the barrel turn<br>Holla at you faggots that it`s block to burn<br>That credit, you dead it, I know heads getting annoyin<br>Knew all about a dope fiend before beaten down new goings<br>Flippin boyin, using the right cut<br>One thing that`s fucked up is bad dope that I can`t pump<br>This slab gotta re-up and re-bag<br>Blend it in with the raw, bubblin fast, cop more<br>Once I get it, I got it, I lock it<br>Nobody pop shit<br>Sellin twenty`s on my block bitch on some black top shit<br>What you want nigga?, What you want nigga?<br>What you want, What you want nigga? Can I Live?<br><br>Chorus: Jay-Z<br>To all my niggas that hold coke in they bubble coat<br>Tryin to win with the construction Timbs yo, Can I Live?<br>Ayo, esse, all my chicks that strip, booze<br>Go to the store with the dobbie pins still in<br>All my chicks with the credit card scams<br>Two kids, one job, and no man<br>All my chicks getting that washroom set with they welfare check<br>All my niggas rockin them fitted caps tryin to get in this rap, nah mean?<br>All my cats with open cases, big cars and no licenses<br>I like that shit, I see ya`ll<br>All my niggas that say pause after they say some fucked up shit<br>Rock on, Jigga shit, Roc-A-Fella forever, yo, uh