[Jay-Z]
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Roc-A-Fella Y'all know what this is We givin y'all five seconds to put your drinks down
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and report to the dance floor immediately All the bustas we giving y'all 5 seconds to get
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close to an exit It's about to get real ugly in here Five Seconds is up Let's go!
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Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh) Throw the hands up (Niggaz) Throw the hands up (Bitches)
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Throw the hands up (Bustas) Throw the hands up (Hustlers) Throw the hands up (Hos)
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Throw the hands up (Posta's) Throw the hands up (MAC)
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[Beanie Sigel]
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You know how Mac come through on the club tip Everybody real deep on that thug shit
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Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick
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Told y'all real high, when I come through You can try if you want to, you can die if you want to
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We hittin whores on the floor, whole crew be wild Bitch "Back That Azz Up" like Juvenile
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When my peeps come through to spend a dime apiece You know Mac come through with a line of freaks
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Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least We getting head on the floor, while you grinding freaks
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Whole squad get it down like this, Whole squad buying rounds of Cris
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Whole squad got they crowns on wrist Whole squad got a pound of twist
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Whole squad got a pound to spit In case a clown wanna flip
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Mac never slip in a club, told y'all niggas 4/5th in a club
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If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
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You know how niggaz get in the club, shit you know how I be
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All high in VIP, rolling up to B.I.G. (Baby) Niggaz be all liquored up talkin shit
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Till' they man gotta come pick them up Got bitches in the back bouncin to "Jigga What"
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You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up
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Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh, Everybody get it up) Throw the hands up
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(Repeat) [Jay-Z & Amil]
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12 AM on the way to the club (uh) 1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)
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2 AM now I'm gettin with her (what up?) 3 AM now I'm splittin with her (splitting with who?)
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4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house) 5 AM now we at my house (uh)
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6 AM I be diggin her out (who?) 6:15 I be kickin her out (what?)
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7 AM I'ma call my friends (uh-huh) 12 AM we gonna do it again
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[Jay-Z]
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By the way yo Yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about MC's on our hill
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When we just cop them things homey the chromy wheels
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Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill Any given times 100 G's in your grill
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Don't talk to me bout MC's got skillz He's alright but he's not real
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Jay-Z's that deal with seeds in a field Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel
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Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with me You gotta lil' dough that cool with me
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You gotta little cars little jewelries But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me
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You know the wrist frost bit minus two degrees Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V
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Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?
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Niggaz shift two million, then I blew the three Then I skated the four, before I went on tour
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I came back and it's plain Y'all niggaz ain't rappin the same
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Fuck the flow y'all jackin our slang I seen the same shit happen to Kane
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Three cuts in your eyebrow tryin to wild out The game is ours will never foul out
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Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out Throw your hands up
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Niggaz, Bitches, Bustas, Hustlers FUCK THAT (Throw the hands up)
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[Amil & Jay-Z)
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12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh) 1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh)
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2 AM now I'm checkin the mix (ah yeah) 3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on)
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4 AM exit the club (let's go) 5 AM think he gettin some butt (that's right)
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6 AM nigga still ain't bust (what) 6:15 nigga will get up (uh)
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7 AM gotta tell my friends (ah huh) 12 AM I'ma do it again, uh, uh
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(Repeat)
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Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)
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| Jay-Z |
