Текст песни Jay-Z - Can I Live II
Jay-Z - Can I Live II слова песни
[Jay-Z]Geyeah, y`all nigaas finished yoIs y`all niggas finishedGot your little radio play your little BDS, huhYou finished nigga, huh huh, y`all 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 fireI`m raised different, reactin` situationsNiggas lay stiff and, rookies blame it on the age differenceMy subliminal flows create criminal O`sSing along if you with me, til the end of the roadI`m cynical when in the view of the publicAnd this is because, I`m defensive when I`m 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 live For all my chicks, pigeons, hoes stand bow legged like the bulldog, know what I mean, huh?Can I liveTo all the ce-lo champs, two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll heads yoCan I liveTo all my niggas who drink hennesy straight, cop mix tapes, and sell weight niggas[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 y`all 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 I`m 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 Im`a 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 fucked 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 bitchFor 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, boo`s, go to the store with the dewey pins still 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, I`ll see y`allAll my niggas at St. Pauls after they say some fucked up shitRock on and uh, Jigga shit, Rockafella forever yoUhh, Major Coins, yeah, uhh huhMemph Bleek nigga