Reservoir Dogs (feat. THE LOX, Sauce Money & Beanie Sigel) - JAY-Z & Beanie Sigel

Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What? Yeah, come on, Big flow Come on, yeah, come on Yo, yo J-A-Y, I flow sick Fuck all y'all haters, blow dick I spits the game for those that throw bricks Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks, what? Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Only wife of mines is a life of crime And since life's a bitch in miniskirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ, forgive us Fuck it, ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggas Y'all can't floss on my level I'll invite you all to get wit' us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the Harlem playas wall my picture If you get close enough, you can read the scripture It reads "Money, cash, hoes", how real was that nigga, what? Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, fast money, let's slow it up Niggas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella forever CEO, what? What? Us the villains, fuck your feelings While y'all playa hate, we in the upper millions What's the dealing? Huh, it's like New York's been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings I'm tryin' to restore the feelin', fuck the law, keep dealin' More money, more cash, more chilling I know they gon' criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck, I'm just a crook on this song Bed Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit, I led a life you can write a book on Sex, murder, and mayhem, romance for the street Man and I'll tell ya, it'll be the bestseller Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) DMX and my dogs bite Jigga, my nigga rhyme all night Thugs for life, one night with this rap shit Let 'em go and I bet they know what'll happen When we clap shit Actin' like we owe 'em somethin' Then we show 'em somethin' Talk greasy, I think they found 'em down the road or somethin' Fuckin' wit' a madman in a bad mood It's like fuckin' wit' a mad dog that wasn't fed food The only thing that's stoppin' him is you, what? 'Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin' is you, what? Choppin' in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the street This was one dog that loves raw meat But gettin' back to just 'cause I love my niggas I shed blood for my niggas Let a nigga holler "Where my niggas?" All I'ma hear is, "Right here my nigga", come on Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (what?) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (uhh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (come on) Money, cash, hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Hoes (what?) Roc-A-Fella shit, uh, uh Ruff Ryders, my nigga Swizz Uh, uh, uh, uh Don't stop, biatch Uh, uh, uh, yeah Respect the game, yo Okay, okay, okay, so now the guy's working for Jay-Z Any problems? He can go to Jay-Z Trouble writing a song? He can go to Jay-Z Beef with his label? With other rappers? He can call Jay-Z But now the guy is gotta come up with Jay-Z's money every week no matter what Ain't selling any records? Fuck you, pay me Oh, you want me in your video? Fuck you, pay me No one's coming to your shows, huh? Fuck you, pay me And then what do you do when you can't borrow another dollar from the label? You can't sell the singles in the stores? You light a match, you blow the joint

My life has taken me beyond the planets and the stars And you're the only one that could take me this far I'll be forever searching for your love I walked away but I was wrong You're the one that keeps me strong You're the fire that keeps me warm How will I get through this storm? At night, I pray before I sleep in hope of finding you I've opened up my heart, I want you to come through I close my eyes, I'm searching for your love I walked away but I was wrong You're the one that keeps me strong You're the fire that keeps me warm How will I get through this storm? I got the bounce Lenny, check me out Brooklyn's bad boy back again Feet hit the ground runnin' and my back's to the wind Angels on my shoulders, head in the clouds No, I'm not rappin', I'm just thinkin' real loud My karma's my armor, my charm and wit Is like a lethal bomb, I'm warm and shit And I did bad for good but when you're trapped in the 'hood You do worse for less, homie earth's a test Only God can judge me my heart ain't ugly But the thoughts that I drop is heavy Try budge me, mama loved me, pop left me Still the homies call me lucky lefty I'm flashy and bentley deceptively smart I make hustlin' heaven and pimpin' an art Long as I know that I'm blessed and I'm loved in depth I can walk through water and not get wet I'm that fresh I walked away but I was wrong You're the one that keeps me strong You're the fire that keeps me warm How will I get through this storm? There you have it, young hov, Lenny Kravitz Not your average, get your umbrella It's raining macs and broads All grace to God I walked away but I was wrong You're the one that keeps me strong You're the fire that keeps me warm How will I get through this storm? I walked away but I was wrong You're the one that keeps me strong You're the fire that keeps me warm How will I get through this storm?