Can I Live (Bonus Disc)

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