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