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Jay-Z:

Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back

Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, yeah yeah

I need a ho in my life to blow on my dice

So we can make our points twice and skate out a town

I need that glow in my ice, E-Class

Ladies screamin Jigga you know we ease that, flowin out like Jees-ass

Jay-Z and me holdin the mic

so when you like you find MC's so impolite

And me I'm so into nice, got cats on the corner like

Don't me and Jigga be flowin alike?

Nah, Not in your life ain't nobody copin like

Mr. Jay-Z, shit you're crazy

I'm hot like the six maybe, Deep dish with the great seats

I flow greater than you're navigator

I drop in you're town, block you're data

Pimps all comin through with a hot pair of gators

And a crew with rocks the size of craters

Can't touch like hot potatoes, Ya Heard?

Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back

Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, Holla back

Memphis Bleek:

In the middle of a war rockin a vest

Who's the illest shorty alive, I confess

I take nine to the chest and I swear to the heaven sky's, I bless

The mics until the day I rest, till they can feel what I feel

I'ma try my best, and if you real like I real

you can provide the rest

Anything left out, you can blame it on the brain, not the heart

I'm playing my part, stretched out, just about the best out

Any nigga realer than me, is in a messhall with their chest out

Any rapper with less clout, sell more records than me

We extort them as soon as they record 'em, Bleek

My name is clear, back when a shorty used to braid my hair

On the project stairs, Once I drop to a ceaser Ma I don't need ya

>From the block to the hot two-seaters

Jay-Z:

Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back

Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, Check

On the two Jew-el's I blew more money than Latrell, who else?

They don't know you, think they know you too well, you jell

Like Flubber I hover above the city in a private jet, the livest set

Press you're brakes, Feds wanna investigate, Mr. I don't cop nothin

Less than eight, and anything involved with my name

Regardless of the fame

It's hard, I can't even walk through Harlem again,

Charge it to the game, I'm platinum like American Express

My boy died, and all I did was inherit his stress

To make every jam tougher, you ain't my man fuck ya

I suggest let you live right? Negative, I swear

It's dough or die, I hope your soul provides you with an afterlife

Close you're casket tight

Take you're last two deep breaths and pass the mic

To Jay-Z nigga, That's Right!!

Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back

Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright