Jay-Z]

This one for the future

Everybody wanna be a Roc-a-fella gangsta

Hard for the street, sicka for the club

Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs



Hey yo, niggas wanna drive by the hood and dump

Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk

Foot on the floor, back on the wall, good with the pump

Blast through your stomach, stupid, you can look through your lunch

Is this what you want? Niggas that's clappin that priest

Runnin the streets, lawless, blastin police

Stickin Furby's out the window, snatchin your niece

And nah, we don't just rap we clap you past the seats

Me with the twin eagle, B. Sigel and Bleek

And I got the whole city ready to throw toast wit' me

I'm loved, niggas wanna throw slugs with Jigga

All they, need is a reason to show love for Jigga

Niggas wanna go back to back, till both of our gats clack

Till we reload in three seconds flat, I'm back

Niggas ain't met ya hat till we entered through ya shoulder

And we exit out ya back, gangsta nigga



[Chorus]

Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club

Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs

Bleek: To my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas

My "I don't give a fuck niggas."

Both: It's all love niggas



[Memhpis Bleek]

Cock and shoot it, smoke, whole city polluted

When I talk the whole block muted

Like E.F. Hutton style

Bleek not frontin now

We suit up for war with no button down

We clip up and zip up, hit your wip up

Put 4 in your cage, the other 4 in your face

And you don't want that

I catch a nigga, who ain't pump at

Send 'em to one of my custy's and bring a lung back

Me, Bean, Jay, shit you can't front that

Weed, coke, dope, Bleek nigga pump that

Stay in the game for my beef, I tote up

Sit blow in the seat, my weed I roll up

Smoke one to the head, come between my stomach and leg

Yeah I'm the thuggin the street

You don't want nothing with Bleek

Its Roc-A, Fella for life, you know that shit

Get your guns, get your ones, nigga throw that shit



[Chorus]

Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club

Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs

Bleek: Where my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas

My "I don't give a fuck niggas."

Both: It's all love niggas



[Amil]

This goes out to my give head bitches, my suck pussy niggas

Supply cookie niggas

Yo I live for the sheets, I die for the sheets

And I got spit for beets, like I ride for my peeps

Yo I love this glamour shit, but bitch I been gutter

Before can I get it and double excel covers

I thought I heard somebody say they want some hardcore

I like everything from my dick to my bras raw

Now, is my street niggas no into this

Now, is my street bitches not into this

Wild loud like my thugs do up in the tunnel

You know the rock ??? itchy finger the tussle

This territory locked, no more room in this hustle

Check the sound scan we getting platinum plaques and bundles

Verses I lye them down, they never die down

If the crowd rile down then fire another round



[Chorus]

Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club

Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs

Bleek: To my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas

My "I don't give a fuck niggas."

Both: It's all love niggas



[Beanie Sigel

I squeeze guns that'll go through your jeep

You know I'm controllin the street

Beanie Sigel, Hove, and Bleek

I keep rope and a baby mack

Don't get your ladies snatched

Comin out that baby gat

Fuckin with a crazy cat

I know you wanna lay me flat

Shit, plenty niggas wanna pay me back

Win on stick-ups turn thou' avalanche pick-ups

For the soft and the cooked up they lost when they looked up

Why you think I roll with the Roc?

Shit, everybody I roll wit Hash-E

Everybody I roll wit got

Ain't stopping me from takin over blocks

West coast style, S.K. with the shoulder stop

Order hour fifteen, I spur on your team

Four pound heckling cocked

Jeckle ya block, settin off Viper alarms

Strikin ya moms

Roc-a-fella dynasty gotcha right in their palms



[Chorus]

Jay-Z: I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club

Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs

Bleek: To my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas

My "I don't give a fuck niggas."

Both: It's all love niggas