Yeah
Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z
I`m what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I`m what you lames can`t be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck
(repeat 2X)
Verse One: Jay-Z
Check, live from the 7-1-8
Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight
I`m wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle
How can y`all understand the struggle?
It`s hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix
Knowin I outclass three-E niggaz in the six
So I outblast til it`s empty clips
And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit
One life, I gotta make sure it`s done right
Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation
Ball out, until I fall out
Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out
Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain
Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain
Life`s harsh, I know y`all runnin from `caine
but it`ll only catch you and track you down
With no deal, who you gonna rap to now?
Start your own record company, that`s profound
Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war
Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall
Chorus
Verse Two: Memphis Bleek
Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six
I come through cocky, holdin my dick
I never switch shit, cause that`s some bitch shit
I get the Bisquick take it to the district
cause I could never get rich, and switch my style
I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile
I`m tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow
Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal
Respect this young nigga that`s, holdin the torch
Preachin shit like the crack game, don`t take shorts
Throw it down it`s a bet, nigga roll hard
til you got somethin icey, round your neck
In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble
Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble
Niggaz test it I spit guns, angrily
Til all that remains is me
Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Jay-Z)
Verse Three: Sauce Money
I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow
From umm, hoe I don`t know, to get deez
Never, Excuse me miss, bitch please, never try to provoke
Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke
Ain`t nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop
or maybe some of the places I shop
Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air
for some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete`s
Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life
It`s all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood
til I`m in the dirt, foul cats like termites
come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper
Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread
Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead
You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain`t nothin changed
except now I push Coupe`s in the dark
Chorus (Sauce Money instead of Jay-Z)
