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

(feat. Gwen Dickey)

[Chorus: Gwen Dickey]
I'm wishing on a star to follow where you are
I'm wishing on a dream to follow what it means

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Check it out, you can catch me on top now, playin a club
Throwin a shot down, tryin to stay above
Ground, another ground-breakin day in the club
Surrounded by my home thoughts, playin a cut

(feat. Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money)

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

(feat. U.G.K.)

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby..
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh..
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah..

You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good
But I don't fuckin feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin
Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?"

(feat. Memphis Bleek & Beanie Seigel)

[Jay-Z Talking:]

Turn the lights even lower!
Hovah
Memphis Bleek
Beanie Seigels (uh huh)
Roc-a-fella y'all (yeah yeah)
DMX: Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night

[Verse One, Jay-Z:]

To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas

(feat. Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money)

[Jay-Z]
...back again & back again
I went from Marcy to Hollywood
& back again & back again

As a youth I used to hold the weed up
old heads said I thought more like a soldier than a leader
in order to succeed I had to slow my speed up
didn't listen to stuff took another puff of the chieva
they said believe us or not trust is somethin' you earn

(feat. Amil, Memphis Bleek, Timbaland)

[Timbaland (Jay-Z)]
All my mamis bounce, uh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bounce with me)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh yeah-yea-yeah, yeah-yea-yeah)
(Come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Uh-huh
Blackhand Ent.
Roc-a-Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction
With everything official
Yeah

I ride throught the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9, blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending half the day
Plotting, how we gon get this math with out getting balst away

Jigga
Biatch

Yeah

Fuck Judge Wapner
It's Jigga
Ya heard?
Y'all niggas in violation of Playa-Hatin Code
Section 1001

[ VERSE 1 ]
Yo, I gives a fuck if you traumed up
Dom Perrignon'ed up
Niggas from where want what?
One slip'll get your cherry bombed up
I got heavy arm
And my niggas Homicide and Deadly Calm in the cut
B, test your dumb blonde luck
Fuck with the wrong one

[Jay-Z]
Yeah!!
Check it, check it out
Uhhh, haha, gotta keep it fat

[Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X)]

I can't get with that
I gotta keep it thick never miss so I hit em like this

[Jay-Z]
Straight to the track, my lyrics is phat, I rip it the hell -- down
More than a fluke, I'm regularly wreckin this joint so what -- now
With so many niggas that's biting it's harder to detect who I be

[Jay-Z:]
I did it again niggaz
Fucked up, right? ha, I know
I know what y'all niggaz asking yourself
He gonna ever fall off?
No...

...lot of speculation
on the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed
How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid?
Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct
Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech?
What's the position you hold? Can you really match

[Jay-Z]
This song here..
.. is dedicated to Danny Dan, and may he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
he did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So, I have no other choice but to do it my way
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uhh! While niggaz are shootin stupid
I'm carefully plottin, ways to make it rotten
Well planned hits until you're long forgotten

Roc-A-Fella, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beats
It's almost over y'all
Jigga, how real is that?
Uhh, uhh, uhh, lights out niggaz!

[Chorus: Jay-Z (and Amil)]

(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?
(Jigga) And who I'm rollin with huh?
(My niggaz) Uh-huh-uh-uhh-uhh-uhh
Niggaz better get it right, bitches better get it right, WHO?
(Jigga) What's my motherfuckin name?

Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing...
[girls singing]
H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A...

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...HOVE!
Thanks for comin' out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me
I appreciate that...uuunnnh...

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

[Verse1:]
I got myself a gun
Brooklyn, stand up
I got myself a gun
but really, I dont need tha heat
ya heart pump project kool-aid(ya sweet)
I aint gotta two-way you gays
this is not beef
this is rap hommie
i dont have a scratch on me
you feel Jay soft
rip jay off
damn im only worth over a hundred million
look
i got beef with like a hundred children
niggaz with pink suits

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

[Jay-Z]
Whooo! Whooo!

[Chorus]
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Neptunes track smoke like La, La, La
It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (C'mon)
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 1]

Yeah
Come experience...life as we know
As some of you should know it
Yeah, yeah

Place: Marcy, Brooklyn
Actions: Well, ya'll know the actions

[Jay-Z]
Uh, 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'
The honeys hawkin', I'm the hottest nigga in New York and

Verse 1: Jay-Z

Yeah, ya'll niggas finished yo?

Ya'll niggas finished?

Got your little radio, play your little videos huh?

You finished nigga, huh, huh, huh?
Ya'll finished, Can I Live? Huh, Can I Live?

Yo, yo, yo I blacks out, I pulls da mack out

Scream what's that about, then I clap out

I get my fly on, and my drop on, due to write on

[Hook: Pharrell]
Memph Bleek always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
Beanie Sigel always smoking that lalala....(Hooo)
Neptunes track smoke like lalala... (Hooo)
It's the ROC baby sing, I lullaby
Come on!

[Chorus]
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit (do you want me to do it?)
You should come, hang wit me, basically (do you want me to do it?)

Uh-huh, yeah hah
Never Sprung huh?
Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all
Never Sprung huh?
Yeah, peep the repertoire
Peoples, feel me on this one
Peoples, feel this
Never Sprung huh? Know my style

I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches
Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
Can't Knock Your Hustle for real, exotic bitches

[Jay-Z]
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring
Real niggaz do real things, check

We started out makin, small time bacon
Two little niggaz bakin, talkin bout whippin cakes

I'm makin short term goals,whonder whether foes
just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold
chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy
high stakes, i got more at stake than philly
shoppin sprees, copin three, duece fever i guess its fully loaded,
ah yes,
bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha
50 g's to the crap shooter,
niggas can't fade me