Artist: jay-z
Song: bring it on
Year: 1999
Aiyyo Jay word up, these motherfuckers
Fuckin' talkin' that comeback shit like they cookin' crack
Shit I ain't frontin' all I want my pockets
Green like slum change you know what I'm sayin'?
Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker
For real, with no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga
Aiyyo we pattin' down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar
Fuck a bitch D in the marked car
We got the bad bitches gaspin' for air in Aspen
Searchin' for aspirin when I ask then, we swing
You cling we do our thing and bring
Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin'
Like nostrils for drug dealin' apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown, Me Jay and Primo
Got it sewed across the board like Poquino
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
'Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so fuck college
Street knowledge amazin' to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded bitches with crystals, get fucked with pistols
Just to see my shit, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro
Spent Spanish wisdoms in a whip with Dinero
Crime organized like the pharaoh
I cream, I diamond gleam high post like Hakeem
Got a lot of things to drop Brooklyn to Queens
I gotta keep my steam, niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's somethin' dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for days on in, money make the world
Go around so I made songs to spin
Can I live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi riv', lookin' jig'
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away
When Tony killed Manolo that's real
Mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up
Shoot my guns horizontal, get your weight up
I am two point two pounds you're barely
A hundred and twenty-five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck?
Bring it on if you think you can hang
Money is power, I'm into cheddick with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread letters you move you're deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the Cristal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin' in the U.N.
So what the fuck you doin'?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin' dollars with the commas
Bangin' bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry Nada, fly farther
Fry hotter, you die gotta, fuck with me witness manana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous
Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin' me
Steam a nigga schemin' on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thang
Yeah, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on
Bring it on if you think
