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