Jay-Z - Can I Live Ii Lyrics
[jay-z]Geyeah, yall nigaas finished yoIs yall niggas finishedGot your little radio play your little bds, huhYou finished nigga, huh huh, yall finishedCan I live, huhCan I live, joe your bein stingy with the music bin yo[jay-z]Yo, yo...yo, I blacks out, I pulls the mack outScream whats that about, then I clap outI get my plot on, in my drop onThrough the rotten, dont even hate on those who hate meI got popped on, feelin it (feelin it)Chickens are ice grillin itCops pullin it over, jigga react militantSpeed off, officer told me to turn the beat offI turned it a level higher, then return the devils fireIm raised different, reactin situationsNiggas lay stiff and, rookies blame it on the age differenceMy subliminal flows create criminal osSing along if you with me, til the end of the roadIm cynical when in the view of the publicAnd this is because, Im defensive when Im in interviewsThe percentage who dont understand is higher than the percentage who doCheck yourself, what percentage is you?Can I liveFor all my niggas with all white airforce ones and black guns, stack ones yoCan I liveFor all my chicks, pigeons, hoes stand bow legged like the bulldog, know whatI mean, huh?Can I liveTo all the ce-lo champs, two green dice and one red stop the bank and rollHeads yoCan I liveTo all my niggas who drink hennesy straight, cop mix tapes, and sell weightNiggas[jay-z]I got the feds sending me letters cause Im schooling the youthBut they cant lock me down cause my tool is the truthYeah I sold drugs for a living, thats a givenWhy is it? why dont yall try to visit the neighboorhoods I lived inMy mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime centralWhere cops lock you more than try to defend youI push you to the limit when Im needing the wealthAnd all I see is life cycle just repeatin itselfRan into shorty boppin down the aveOn his way to clockin mad thenHe proceeded to show me a block of slab and said[memphis bleek]Aiyyo theres money I there I just gotta haveWhen I catch up to these feinds ima knock em on they assNot to brag, sometimes I look at life and laughHow I think about school and it taught me not a ? ? ?When I backed out, let one one, let the barrel turnHolla at you faggots that its my block to burnThat credit you dead it, I know heads gettin annoyed and knew allAbout a dope feind before reading donald goingsFlipping boying, using the right cutOne thing thats *****ed up is bad dope that I cant pumpThis slab gotta re-up and rebag, blend it in with the rawBubble it fast cop more, once I get it I got it I lock itNobody pop shit, selling twenties on my block *****For some blacktop shitWhat you want nigga, what you want niggaWhat you want, what you want niggaCan I live...To all my niggas that hold coke and they bubble coatTryin to win in the construction timbs yoCan I live...Yo usa, all my chicks that strip, boos, go to the store with the dewey pinsStill inAll my chicks with the credit card scams, two kids, one job, and no manAll my chicks gettin that washing set with their welfare checkAll the mommies dame besa, alright?All my niggas rockin them fifty cats, tryin to get at this rapKnow what I mean?All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no licenses, I like that shit,Ill see yallAll my niggas at st. pauls after they say some *****ed up shitRock on and uh, jigga shit, rockafella forever yoUhh, major coins, yeah, uhh huhMemph bleek nigga
