Reasonable Doubt lyrics

Yo, what's up everybody
This is Marie Davis, "Mad Wednesdays"
We here to have a good time
Wait a minute, I see my man over there Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me here that little tape of yours
And it's phat
Why don't you come up here and kick a little freestyle?
Put that champagne down
And kick a little freestyle for me tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it?
(Yes you can)
Can I kick it?

I keep you fresher than the next bitch, no need
For you to ever sweat the next bitch, with speed
I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know ya thoroughly respected, by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
Got ya own ninety-six suh-um, to ride in
Keep ya ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch ya friends, you got to watch me, the conniving shit

[Sauce Money]
Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack
Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change
Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
For real; with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar

[Skit - Pain in Da Ass]

(Gun shots)
(Gun cocked)

OKAY, I'M RELOADED
You muthafuckas, think you big time
Fuckin' with Jay-Z, you gonna die, big time
You're gonna pay
(Gun shots)

Jigga...(Jigga), Bigga...(Bigga)
Nigga, how you figure...(how you figure)

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay yo
Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh)
The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh)

Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella
We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know?
Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness
Sort of a desperation
Through that desperation, we 'come addicted
Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin
But we feel we have nothin to lose
so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right
What do you bring to the table?

While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely

verse I

I'm makin sure it turns gold, when the weather folds,
just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold,
chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy,
hi-stakes, I got more at stake than philly,
shopping sprees, coppin 3, deuce fever I.S'n,
fully loaded, aahh yes,
bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like budah,
5

[Jay-Z has a conversation with some cat]
Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
What it is player?
You player, it's all about you
How you gon' say that man
If I had your hand I'd turn mine in
Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off
Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealin that hoe money
You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money
Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch

[Jay-Z]
Yeah...
Come experience... life as we know it
As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah
Place, Marcy, Brooklyn
Actions... well, y'all know the actions

Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks
He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock
He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin
to honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and

This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We're all trying to win, but then again
Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too much
You know they're trying to get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the mechanics
And the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive

[Intro:]
... presidents to represent me (Roc)
Im out for presidents to represent me (Uh. Roc-a-fella y'all)
Im out for presidents to represent me
Im out for presidents to represent me

[Verse I:]
Who wanna bet us that we don't touch lettuce,
stack cheddars forever,
live treacherous, all the etceteras,
to the death of us, me and my confidants
we shine, you feel the ambiance

9 6 and forever,
rock a block
roc a fella

chorus
feelin it, feel the blast when it's time for moet
feelin it,
feel the lex pushin up on the set,
feelin it
feel the high that you get from the la
if you feel it raise your L in the sky

verse one
i keep it realer than most, i know you feelin it
kristals are nice, i'm like a toast i keep on spillin it

Check one, check two
Said you know what to do
Primo, cold crush when I give it to you

Friend or foe
Yo, state ya biz
Hmm, you tend to dough, ah
There it is
Me, I run the show, oh
And these kids
Don't like nobody comin' around here
Fuckin' with they dough for shit
You enterprisin' though, and I like it
But fuck with the big dogs yo, I gotta bite ya
Look, it's outta my hands

You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me
skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin
No waitin I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan
Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to
hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble
kids stop they greetin me, I'm talkin sweet to keys
Cursin the very God, that bought this wreath to be

Stress
Sunshine, geyeah

I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person
I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsin
with my peoples high to GM, from a remote lo-cation
in the BM, scopin the whole situation like, "Dayamm!"
Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am
but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean
It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul
are half closed, I put the key in