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[Jay-Z]Roc-A-FellaY'all know what this isWe givin y'all five seconds to put your drinks downand report to the dance floor immediatelyAll the bustas we giving y'all five seconds to get close to an exitIt's about to get real ugly in hereFive Seconds is upLet's go!Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh)Throw the hands up (Niggaz)Throw the hands up (Bitches)Throw the hands up (Bustas)Throw the hands up (Hustlers)Throw the hands up (Hos)Throw the hands up (Posta's)Throw the hands up (MAC)[Beanie Sigel]You know how Mac come through on the club tipEverybody real deep on that thug shitCop Cris' spray the club on that thug shitCop frisks suits snub in the club quickTold y'all real high, when I come throughYou can try if you want to, you can die if you want toWe hittin whores on the floor, whole crew be wildBitch "Back That Azz Up" like Juvenile (huh)When my peeps come through to spend a dime apieceYou know Mac come through with a line of freaksEvery bitch on the hit be a 9 at leastWe getting head on the floor, while you grinding freaksWhole squad get it down like thisWhole squad buying rounds of CrisWhole squad got they crowns on wristWhole squad got a pound of twistWhole squad got a pound to spitIn case a clown wanna flipMac never slip in a club, told y'all niggas 4/5th in a clubIf a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the clubYou know how niggaz get in the club, shit you know how I beAll high in VIP, rolling up to B.I.G. (Baby)Niggaz be all liquored up talkin shitTill' they man gotta come pick them upGot bitches in the back bouncin to "Jigga What"You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all upThrow the hands up (uh, uh, uh, Everybody get it up)Throw the hands up[Jay-Z (Amil)]12 AM on the way to the club (uh)1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)2 AM now I'm gettin with her (what up?)3 AM now I'm splittin with her (splitting with who?)4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house)5 AM now we at my house (uh)6 AM I be diggin her out (who?)6:15 I be kickin her out (what?)7 AM I'ma call my friends (uh-huh)12AM we gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again(We gonna do it again)[Jay-Z]By the way yoYo, how the fuck you gonna talk about MC's on our hillWhen we just cop them things homey the chromy wheelsBoth arms are chunky the sleeves on chillAny given times 100 G's in your grillDon't talk to me bout MC's got skillzHe's alright but he's not realJay-Z's that deal with seeds in a fieldNever fear for war, hug, squeeze that steelFuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with meYou gotta lil' dough that cool with meYou gotta little cars little jewelriesBut none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with meYou know the wrist frost bit minus two degreesBout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the VHat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be?With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?Niggaz shift two million, then I blew the threeThen I skated the four, before I went on tourI came back and it's plainY'all niggaz ain't rappin the sameFuck the flow y'all jackin our slangI seen the same shit happen to KaneThree cuts in your eyebrow tryin to wild outThe game is ours will never foul outY'all just better hope we gracefully bow outThrow your hands upNiggaz, Bitches, Bustas, Hustlers FUCK THAT(Throw the hands up)[Amil (Jay-Z)]12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh)1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh)2 AM now I'm checkin the mix (ah yeah)3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on)4 AM exit the club (let's go)5 AM think he gettin some butt (that's right)6 AM nigga still ain't bust (what)6:15 nigga will get up (uh)7 AM gotta tell my friends (ah huh)12 AM I'ma do it again, uh, uhI'ma Do it again12 AM we gonna do it again(Uh, uh Let's go)[Jay-Z]12 AM on the way to the club1 AM DJ made it a rub2 AM now I'm gettin with her3 AM now I'm splittin with her4 AM at the waffle house5 AM now we at my house6 AM I be diggin her out6:15 I be kickin her out7 AM I'ma call my friends12 AM We gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it againLet's gomore