Bring It On Lyrics - Reasonable Doubt - Jay-z

[Sauce Money] 

Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers 

Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack 

Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change 

Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker 

For real; with no trace of AIDS 

We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga 

Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar 

Fuck a bitch D in the marked car 

We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen 

Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing 

You cling we do our thing and bring 

Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing 

East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin 

like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh 

Al Pacino down to Nino Brown 

Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino 

Teflon, make sure your jammy is full 

Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull 

Tropical leaves where I got a few keys 

with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese 

Said we was garbage, so fuck college 

Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars 

Star studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistols 

just to see my shit, discharge puss 

I drop the stellar, even acapella 

I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella 

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Chorus: Fat Joe 

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang 

And if not then let me do my thang 

(repeat 4X) 

[Jay-Z] 

Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms 

in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah 

I cream, I diamond gleam 

High post like Akiem, got a lot of things to drop 

Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam 

Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans 

Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene 

In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean 

Liason for days on in 

Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin 

Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow 

like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig' 

Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo 

That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto 

Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson 

I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano 

you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns 

horizontal, get your weight up, I am 

two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams 

Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money 

Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish 

Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck... 

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("Bring it on if you think you can hang..." --> Fat Joe) 

[Big Jaz] 

Money is power 

I'm into cheddick with facial credit 

Pure platinum fetish for cheddars 

Spread letters you move you're deadish 

I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes 

You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal 

John Stockton couldn't assist you 

Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N. 

So what the fuck you doin? 

Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished 

Spankin dollars with the commas 

bangin bitches out the Bahamas 

On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather 

Fry hotter, you die gotta 

Fuck with me witness manana 

Absence of malice in my palace 

Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous 

Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance 

Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me 

Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams 

Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams 

Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream 

Chorus 

"Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." --> Fat Joe 

(repeat 5X)