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Lyrics for Can I Live Bonus Disc by Jay-Z:
| | | Artist: | Jay-Z |
| | Album: | Volume 2 / Hard Knock Life | | Track: | Can I Live Bonus Disc | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 149 | | | | Lyrics: | Verse 1: Jay-Z
Yeah, ya'll niggas finished yo?
Ya'll niggas finished?
Got your
little radio, play your little videos huh?
You finished nigga, huh, huh, huh?
Ya'll
finished, Can I Live? Huh, Can I Live?
Yo, yo, yo I blacks out, I pulls da mack
out
Scream what's that about, then I clap out
I get my fly on, and my drop on, due to
write on
Don't even hate on those who hate me, I got pac on
Feelin it, feelin it, chickens
are ice grillin it
Cops pullin it over, Jigga react militant
Speed off
Officer told
me "Turn the beat off"
I truned it a level higher
The return of the devil's fire
I'm
raised different, react in situations niggas lay stiff in
Rookies blame it on the age
difference
My subliminal flows create criminal O's
Sing along if you with me, till the end
of the road
I'm cynical, when in the view of the public and this is because
I'm defensive
I'm in of these views
The percentage of those who don't understand
Is higher than the
percentage who do
Check yourself, what percentage is you?, Can I Live?
Chorus:
Jay-Z
For all my niggas with the all white air force ones
And black guns stack ones yo,
Can I Live?
For all my chicks, bitches, ho's stand bull legged like a bull dog
You nah
mean, uh, Can I Live?
To all the C-low champs, two green dice and one red
Stop the bank
and roll head ya'll, Can I Live?
To all my niggas who drink Hennesey straight
Cop mix
tapes, and sell weight niggas
Verse 2: Jay-Z
I got the Feds sendin me letters
cause I'm schoolin the youth
But they can't lock me down cause my tool is the truth
Yeah I
sold drugs for a livin, that's a given, why is it?
Why don't ya'll try to visit the
neighborhoods I live in
My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central
Cops
look you up more than try to defend you
I push you to the limit when I'm needin the
wealth
And all I see is life's cycle just repeatin itself
Ran into shorty boppin down the
ave, on the way to glock his magnum
He proceeded to show me a block of slab and
said..
Memphis Bleek:
Ayo there's money out there I've just got to
have
When I catch up to these fiends, I'ma knock em on they ass
Not to brag, sometimes I
look at my life and laugh
How I think about school and it taught me not to grab
When I
back out, let one out, let the barrel turn
Holla at you faggots that it's block to
burn
That credit, you dead it, I know heads getting annoyin
Knew all about a dope fiend
before beaten down new goings
Flippin boyin, using the right cut
One thing that's fucked
up is bad dope that I can't pump
This slab gotta re-up and re-bag
Blend it in with the
raw, bubblin fast, cop more
Once I get it, I got it, I lock it
Nobody pop shit
Sellin
twenty's on my block bitch on some black top shit
What you want nigga?, What you want
nigga?
What you want, What you want nigga? Can I Live?
Chorus: Jay-Z
To all
my niggas that hold coke in they bubble coat
Tryin to win with the construction Timbs yo, Can I
Live?
Ayo, esse, all my chicks that strip, booze
Go to the store with the dobbie pins
still in
All my chicks with the credit card scams
Two kids, one job, and no man
All
my chicks getting that washroom set with they welfare check
All my niggas rockin them fitted
caps tryin to get in this rap, nah mean?
All my cats with open cases, big cars and no
licenses
I like that shit, I see ya'll
All my niggas that say pause after they say some
fucked up shit
Rock on, Jigga shit, Roc-A-Fella forever, yo, uh | | | |
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