Celebration

[Intro: Pain In Da Ass]

What, you think you like me? You ain't like me, motherfucker

You a punk, I been with made people, connected people

Who you been with? Chain snatchin', jive-ass, maricón motherfuckers

Why don't you go get lost?

Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin'

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

You're now tuned into the greatest

Motherfuckers can't beat us, join us, can't fade us

Haters – can't touch it; fuck it, can't see 'em, try to be 'em

Both shows sold out your coliseum

8th Wonder – locked rap for trey summers

Poker faces with the aces under

Phase one of the–takeover, the break's over, nigga

God MC – me, Jay-Hova

Shit knockin', almost a crime, get Cochran

Bangin' 'til the hearse from my doctors hand

Hot man – FBI, DEA

I did crime, got away, they wanna see me pay

Motherfuckers better ride if they try to plant

Under the seat of my car, even a half a gram

Better flame those, plain-clothes

Same goes for lame hoes

Cocaine rapper – rep ya game pros

[Verse 2: Wais P]

We celebrate this

While you sittin' back screamin' you hate this

Try to rate this

Get caught in my crime matrix

Spittin' sperm inside of latex

You get–no respect like a child rapist

Delegate this, men just givin' facelifts

Leave your melon spacious

Career felon, no hiatus, no off-seasons

The CIA flooded my block with diseases

Informants, heatin' the spot up like global warmin'

Who startin' shit? My style is laced with arsenic

Odorless, tasteless, cause of death is traceless

I know you wanna see me wasted

You call the order

I'll be in Hell, Team Roc sweater and ice water

Righteous, dominate the global

My life's a novel, place it in Barnes and Nobles

Idolize the vocals, y'all niggas is local, but that's evident

I'm Resident Evil, movin' light, live life free

[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek]

Memph Man flow like water

Rap niggas runnin', I ought to applaud you

Clap at ya, point the MAC at ya, niggas caught up

Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture

Like a compound fracture, can't fuck with it

For the love of sex, money, and drugs

Affiliated with the sets, TECs, honeys, and thugs

Let the four power rain on niggas like a spring shower

And bring flowers for the bodies that surround us

If you was lookin', you found us; movin' with speed

Tried to play Superman, ended up like Chris Reeves – paraplegic

Precise minds, like the pharaohs of Egypt

Shot through a barrel, niggas narrowly weaved it

Keepin' my team top-seeded with the sweet sixteens

Bulgin' out of my jeans, on the ten-speed, weeded

Holdin', share these shots with you like a secret

It's like a story never told, but believe it (Believe it!)

[Verse 4: Sauce Money]

Street anthem anchor

Quick to trade shots, just like a banker

Lick a round, niggas hit the ground like Sanka

I got your screwface in forty-two ways

Aim better than toothpaste

Jerry Maguire, "Show Me The Money" like Clue tapes

Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin'

Known men, hone in, all of my homies condone sin

Four shots, spin ya like chrome rims

Put a part right through your dome like The Omen, foamin'

White sheets got you wrapped like a Roman

Back in New York, honey – once hit, just spit blood and talk funny

Niggas is cartoons

Picture styles that's fully developed like darkrooms

Hits fat, come with a harpoon

Heat-seekin', grill huntin', still frontin'? Keep squeezin'

Fuck it, I'll leave the whole street wheezin'

Know motherfuckers hope I fail

Ain't gotta provoke the frail

Got 'em scared to drop, like soap in jail

[Outro: Jay-Z]

Yeah

There you have it

This thing of ours can't be touched, tested, whatever

Never disrespect this thing of ours

Roc-A-Fella family