Throw Up Ya Gunz

[Verse 1: Jay Z]

If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son

I got ninety-nine problems but a bitch ain't one

I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol

Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed

Rap critics that say he's money, cash, hoes

I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those

If you grew up with holes in your zapatos

You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough

I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole

If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward

Got beef with radio if I don't play they show

They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so

Rap mags try and use my black ass

So advertisers can give em more cash for ads, fuckers

[Verse 2: Notorious B.I.G & Busta Rhymes]

Uhh (Check it out) uhh

Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top, chillin' on the scene

Smokin' pounds of green, ooh-wee, you see

The ugliest, money-hungriest, Brooklyn Loch Ness

Nine millimeter cock test, wan fi' test?

And the winner is y'all niggas know the rules

I blast on niggas so my fist never bruise

Land-still-cruise, Frank White paid his dues

Ask who's the raw, bet they say Poppa very

Look forward to me like commissary

All of a sudden, now every-body Big Willie

Done did it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted

Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it

Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD

Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!

Biggie Smalls the illest and how, phrase raise your eyebrow

By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga

But your weak-ass assumptions, lead led to dumpin'

IV to pump-in, you're feeling something

Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift

At least six inches, above project fences

Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches

When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (Hah!)

Missed you by pinches (Hoo!) your talk is senseless (Ruff!)

Actor needs chiropractor (Hah, hoo!) for cracked jaw

Yes I rocked, you tried to box (Hah)

Dangerous you're not I gets down (Hoo!)

Twist your body round and round, upside down

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon, bitch grab your tits, c'mon

Let me know you in the spot, pump your fists, c'mon

Thugs tote yo' shit

We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon

Let's blow the club, c'mon

Fuck the place up, c'mon

Shake yo' nasty ass and make it swing all around, c'mon

Yo, make this money, throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon

Bounce in your whips, c'mon

Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon

Dangerous MC's, my nigga this be the shit, c'mon

Dangerous MC's, my nigga this be the shit, c'mon

[Verse 4: Jay Z]

I don't know what you take me as

Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has

I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb

I got ninety-nine problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

[Interlude: 2Pac]

Westside! Haha

[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg]

Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga burn the shit up

D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up

C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hooking back up

And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up

Thug niggas drug dealers yeah they giving it up

Lowlife, yo life, boy we living it up

Taking chances while we dancing in the party fo' sho'

Slip my ho a forty-fo' and she got in the back do'

Bitches looking at me strange but you know I don't care

Step up in this motherfucker just a-swanging my hair

Bitch quit talking, Crip walk, stay down with the set

Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet

Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap

And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap

Come back, get back, that's the part of success

If you believe in the S you'll be relieving your stress

[Bridge: 2Pac]

All my niggas on the East Side, throw up your guns

All my niggas on the West Side, throw up your guns

All my niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns

All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up

Niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns

All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up

All my niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns

All my niggas from the West Side, throw your guns up

Niggas from the West Side, throw up your guns

All niggas from the East Side, throw up your guns

All my niggas from the West Side, throw up your guns

All my niggas from the East Side, throw your guns up

Hahaha, yeah nigga, Outlawz yeah, Thug Life

Hahahahaha, yeah, energy makes plenty of enemies, you feel me?

Throw your guns up!!

[Outro: Nas]

(Live hip-hop, live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School

(Live hip-hop, live) New School, Dirty South

(Give hip-hop, give) West Coast, East Coast, this about us

(Give hip-hop, give) This our thing, you know what I'm saying

(Stay hip-hop, stay) This came from the gut, from the blood

(Stay hip-hop, stay) From the soul, right here, man

(I pray hip-hop, pray) This is our thing, man