This one for the future Everybody wanna be a Roc-a-fella gangsta Hard for the street, sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs Hey yo, niggas wanna drive by the hood and dump Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk Foot on the floor, back on the wall, good with the pump Blast through your stomach, stupid, you can look through your lunch Is this what you want? Niggas that's clappin that priest Runnin the streets, lawless, blastin police Stickin Furby's out the window, snatchin your niece And nah, we don't just rap we clap you past the seats Me with the twin eagle, B. Sigel and Bleek And I got the whole city ready to throw toast wit' me I'm loved, niggas wanna throw slugs with Jigga All they, need is a reason to show love for Jigga Niggas wanna go back to back, till both of our gats clack Till we reload in three seconds flat, I'm back Niggas ain't met ya hat till we entered through ya shoulder And we exit out ya back, gangsta nigga Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs Bleek: To my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas My "I don't give a fuck niggas." Both: It's all love niggas Cock and shoot it, smoke, whole city polluted When I talk the whole block muted E.F. Hutton style Bleek not frontin now We suit up for war with no button down We clip up and zip up, hit your wip up Put 4 in your cage, the other 4 in your face And you don't want that I catch a nigga, who ain't pump at Send 'em to one of my custy's and bring a lung back Me, Bean, Jay, shit you can't front that Weed, coke, dope, Bleek nigga pump that Stay in the game for my beef, I tote up Sit blow in the seat, my weed I roll up Smoke one to the head, come between my stomach and leg Yeah I'm the thuggin the street You don't want nothing with Bleek Its Roc-A, Fella for life, you know that shit Get your guns, get your ones, nigga throw that shit Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs Bleek: Where my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas My "I don't give a fuck niggas." Both: It's all love niggas This goes out to my give head bitches, my suck pussy niggas Yo I live for the sheets, I die for the sheets And I got spit for beets, like I ride for my peeps Yo I love this glamour shit, but bitch I been gutter Before can I get it and double XL covers (XXL) I thought I heard somebody say they want some hardcore I like everything from my dick to my bras raw Now, is my street niggas no into this Now, is my street bitches not into this Wild loud like my thugs do up in the tunnel You know the rock? itchy finger the tussle This territory locked, no more room in this hustle Check the sound scan we getting platinum plaques and bundles s I lye them down, they never die down If the crowd rile down then fire another round Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs Bleek: To my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas My "I don't give a fuck niggas." Both: It's all love niggas I squeeze guns that'll go through your jeep You know I'm controllin the street Beanie Sigel, Hove, and Bleek I keep rope and a baby mack Don't get your ladies snatched Baby Gap Fuckin with a crazy cat I know you wanna lay me flat Shit, plenty niggas wanna pay me back Win on stick-ups turn thou' avalanche pick-ups For the soft and the cooked up they lost when they looked up Why you think I roll with the Roc? Shit, everybody I roll wit Hash-E Everybody I roll wit got Ain't stopping me from takin over blocks West coast style, S.K. with the shoulder stop Order hour fifteen, I spur on your team Heckler & Koch Jeckle ya block, settin off Viper alarms Roc-a-fella dynasty gotcha right in their palms Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs Bleek: To my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas My "I don't give a fuck niggas." Both: It's all love niggas