For My Thugs

[Intro: Jay-Z] This one for the future Everybody wanna be a Roc-A-Fella gangsta Hard for the street, sicker for the club Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs [Verse 1: Jay-Z] 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, 'til both of our gats clack 'Til we reload in three seconds flat, I'm back Niggas ain't met ya hat 'til we entered through ya shoulder And we exit out ya back, gangsta nigga [Chorus: Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Both] I flow hard for the streets, sicker for the clubs Sometimes for the ladies but this is for my thugs To my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas My "I don't give a fuck" niggas It's all love, niggas [Verse 2: Memphis 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 whip 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 low 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 ones, get your guns, nigga, throw that shit [Chorus: Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Both] I flow hard for the streets, sicker for the clubs Sometimes for the ladies, but this is for my thugs Where my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas My "I don't give a fuck" niggas It's all love, niggas [Verse 3: 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 beats, like I ride for my peeps Yo, I love this glamour shit, but, bitch, I been gutter Before "Can I Get A" and XXL covers I thought I heard somebody say they want some hardcore I like everything from my dick to my bars raw Now, is my street niggas not into this? Now, is my street bitches not into this? Wild loud like my thugs do up in The Tunnel You know the Roc, itchy finger the tussle This territory locked, no more room in this hustle Check the SoundScan, we getting platinum plaques and bundles Verses I lie them down, they never die down If the crowd rile down, then fire another round [Chorus: Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Both] I flow hard for the streets, sicker for the clubs Sometimes for the ladies, but this is for my thugs Where my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas My "I don't give a fuck" niggas It's all love, niggas [Verse 4: Beanie Sigel] I squeeze guns that'll go through your jeep You know I'm controllin' the street Beanie Sigel, Hov, and Bleek I keep rope and a baby MAC Don't get your ladies snatched Comin' out that Baby Gap 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 AR-15, I spur on your team Four pound Heckler & Koch Jeckle ya block, settin' off Viper alarms Strikin' ya mom Roc-A-Fella dynasty got y'all ass right in their palms [Chorus: Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Both] I flow hard for the street, sicker for the clubs Sometimes for the ladies, but this is for my thugs Where my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas My "I don't give a fuck" niggas It's all love, niggas Thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas My "I don't give a fuck" niggas It's all love, niggas Hard for the street Sicker for the clubs Sometimes for the ladies, this is for my thug niggas, wha Where my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas My "I don't give a fuck" niggas It's all love, nigga, wha, nigga