Dead Or Alive Pt. II

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z] I told y'all niggas if it wasn't a skirt it's gon' be addressed Don't give a fuck who you are Uhh Keep 'em duckin' (Right) uh-huh Sauce motherfuckin' ([?] [?]) in the house ([?] ya'll niggas [?]) Roc-A-Fella y'all, Jigga Hold ya head nigga (How real is this?) How we do You know How real it this? (Uh) Check (Uh) it out (Uh) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] I makes the whole city hot lick fifty shots at idi-ots Show him I got more then take the shit he got, Biatch! Spit poison and fuck if the city rots The whole world supposedly tryna dispose of me (Uh) You must know I give a fuck though, got a mean rebuttal Try me! See where your luck go, you know what though? I'm what you don't get a second chance at Think you can chance that? I'm laying niggas down ba'y bro Think you can stand that? Your train of thought derails like Amtrak My grand stack, hands free and a six; dippin', jam-packed Me, my crimees, and a couple of dime pieces (Uh) A bunch of rolexes, unlimited credit line visas Heat is for niggas that want to touch but can't reach us To each his own y'all can eat this chrome Leave him speechless when the lead reaches his dome Life ain't nothing but beaches and homes It's Murder [Verse 2: Sauce Money, With Jay-Z] Got what you craving Instigate beef on the block to cats blazing Somebody ass out when they gun jam now Let's take a look at one man, undefeated Crazy drama, this rap shit keep him heated Pull out on him, should've meant it Thoughts break out, rash, allergic to anything with sugar in it Harshly brung, ungodly slum, cough up a lung, where I'm from? Marcy, son Ain't nuttin' nice, Flushing Avenue to be more precise Never discount it, if you want it, pay the full price With a gleam, much on your team, don't miss the parade Kiss of Death like Nicholas Cage It's the brigade kiddie, throughout the city you're slayed Ain't nothing pretty, but pretty blow like it's a grenade Here's the scientific, the aftermath left it half naked Love is love so let my staff wreck it [Chorus: Jay-Z, With Sauce Money] It's murda Dead or alive It's murda Dead or alive It's murda Dead or alive It's murda Dead or alive [Verse 3: Jay-Z] If it's jewels you like You fools gonna fuck around and lose your life And I just bruised your wife Don't get it confused like, cause we in the spotlight I still hold the Glock with the wrist twist like this Gangster shit, no thanks to shit Niggas selling a million records more banks to split Jay-Z motherfucker who think this is Introducing Sauce motherfuckin' crank this shit On the celly bumpin' Makaveli, I hold no grudge You diss me, I diss you, wha, love is love [Verse 4: Sauce Money] I heard his body was too hot to get near it Too late to hear it Two slugs wait to release his spirit The known truth: had a bad habit for blowing loot Two niggas on the roof busting down at the phone booth Running for cover at point blank cause bullets is hovering Drug them in after the slug went in I take a phrase in God we trust it's a must Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali Rally and tally up my dough for the grand finale Grapevines throughout the alley unknown figures said Trigger lead knew how bad we needed the nigga dead Thoughts of hating sober intoxicated minds is taking over Conjure all ways escape closer Never spar drove the car to the edge of the tar With intentions to scar, shooting motherfuckers to Allah [Chorus: Jay-Z, With Sauce Money] It's murda Dead or alive It's murda Dead or alive It's murda Dead or alive It's murda Dead or alive It's murda Dead or alive Murda Dead or alive It's murda Dead or alive Murda Dead or alive [Outro: Jay-Z & Sauce Money] Uh Uh Pray for the dead Heh, [?] [?] How you like that shit? How the fuck that sound? Heh heh