[Timbaland (Jay-Z)] All my mamis bounce, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Come on) I said all my mamis bounce (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Jump up let?s get crazy (come on) Now Jump up let?s get crazy (come on) Now Jump up let?s get crazy (hey) Now Jump up let?s get crazy Damn that?s Krazy BREAKDOWN: Break
, so when we does what we do, we win An' win again, like deja vu Then we win again, like M.J. do Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue Young
all (?) like bags from (?) ton And stay souped up, just like wonton All I got is hard times, the illest rhymes, a couple of dimes and a rusty nine, that
same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim And sometimes when I dream, that's when I wake up I kinda hoped that the Fugees didn't break up And when they walked
up, and break up That's all we do Then we have sex, next thing you know Everything is cool Best of Both Worlds! Holla at your boy [Jay-Z] Like we always
as when I'm pushing up daisies and gone As long as you place me amongst one of them greats When I hit the heavenly gates I'll be cool beside Jay-Z For
town tonight We gon' run this town Jay-Z : We are, yeah, I said it, we are This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get y'all fatigues on, all black
behalf of y'all Too bad for y'all, ain't too many as bad as yours truly, do we, we laugh at y'all Little bastards y'all Uhh, uhh We hit makers with acres
turn their speakers up, they claim I ain't deep enough All that talk and I feed off of, keep it up I'm relaxin, my feet is up I'm leavin you haters, like
[Intro: Jay Z snippet] (Bring 'em out, Its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth) Swizzie! (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye! (Bring 'em out, bring
she gets Krazy... (Everybody) Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up let's get Krazy... Now Jump up
Z-Ro:] Keeping crack out my pocket, a pistol but I don't cock it All I wanna do is get paid, but the legal way I use to be selling drugs, running up and
me tell y'all, we thoed I'ma swell y'all (*talking*) Well swell em up then Fuck these old PH bastard ass niggas Talking down on us, bet y'all can't
y'all straight up, thugs in the motherfucking streets Going platinum on motherfucking c.d.'s and l.p.s Nigga we don't push ki's nigga, we push motherfucking
m from a whyle town You know my style clown, so bow down (Jay-Z) Brothers can beg and borrow Still feel sorrow When Jay-Z, like Zorro, get in that ass
me how I'm gettin' jewels I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up I stick and move Big L: And that's how we do. So Y.U. grab the gat and let loose