Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life

[Jay-Z]<br>Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah<br>Roc-a-Fella y`all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga<br>Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH<br>Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch<br><br> [Amil]<br> Nigga what, nigga who?<br> Nigga what, nigga who?<br> Switcha flow, getcha dough<br> Can`t fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe<br> Switcha flow, getcha dough<br> Can`t fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe<br><br>[Jay-Z] --> first four lines overlap the section above<br>Can`t fuck with me<br>They ain`t ready yet<br>Uh-huh uh-huh<br>Yeah, yeah<br>Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous<br>shots with the fo`-fo`<br>Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po`s, smoke em like cocoa<br>Fuck rap, coke by the boatload<br>Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed<br>Left holes through some guy clothes<br>Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip<br>Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit<br>One shot could make a nigga do a full flip<br>See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit<br>Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you<br>But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele<br>Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it<br>inside your belly, if it`s tight get the K-Y Jelly<br>All night get you wide up inside the telly<br>Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you`re too much for me<br><br>Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil)<br><br>(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me<br>(Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z<br> *repeat 3X*<br>(Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me<br>(Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it<br>The same place where the rhymes is invented<br>So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke<br>See how I was flowin on my last cassette?<br>Rapid-fire like I`m blastin a Tec, never jam though<br>Never get high, never run out of ammo<br>Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch<br>You know your favorite, I know it made you sick<br>And now you`re, actin raw but you never had war<br>Don`t know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe<br>Now she`s mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be<br>A pimp with a tragedy<br>She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends<br>She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again<br>I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..<br>there`s a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"<br><br>Chorus (with variation in last line)<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Gotta vendetta even though I been better<br>Left him in the cold with a thin sweater<br>Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw<br>two at me I threw fo` back, hold that<br>Let the dough stack, way before Big had the gold Ac`<br>Dame had the Lex black<br>Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that<br>And right where you`re stressed, where you rest at<br>I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through<br>with the glock jet black, you niggaz step back<br>I`m the best at, you know I ain`t no apprentice to this<br>Me and my niggaz we invented the shit<br>I came into the business with this, The Originator, non greater<br>Jaz-O finish this shit<br><br>[Big Jaz]<br>Better learn, Jaz`ll relax that, ever heard of me?<br>Worldwide Originator, say word to me<br>The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga<br>like a third degree, see me shine so bright<br>Nigga I`m my light, runnin rulin with rigor and vigor<br>Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga<br>You fly-by-nights stop chirpin B<br>Heavyweights type work to me<br>For the time, in this motherfucker ain`t nobody hurtin me<br>What? Cut your face in like surgery<br>Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM`s on the road<br>when you had to be in bed at the PM<br>Need the info, Jaz on the C-N-N<br>forever touchin my workers beginnin you`re endin<br>Nigga your style`s no style my style`s hostile