Celebration - Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Sauce Money

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, maricon motherfuckers

Why don’t you go get lost

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

You’re now tuned into the greatest

Motherfuckers can’t beat us, join us, can’t fade us, hate us

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 three summers, poker faces with the aces under

Phase one of the takeover, the break’s over

Nigga, I’m the God MC, me, Jay-Hovah

Shit knockin', almost a crime, get Cochran

Bangin' to the hearse where my doctors hand

Hot land, 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, plainclothes

Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper

Rep ya game pros

We celebrate this, while you sittin' back screamin' you hate this

Try to rape 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' face lifts

Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus

Nor Caesar’s, the CIA flooded my block with diseases

Informants, heatin' the spot up like global warmin'

Who start *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

Blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals

Y’all niggas is local but that’s evident

I’m Resident Evil, movin' like (?)

Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggas* runnin'

I, oughta applaud ya, 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* widdit

For the love of sex money and drugs

Affiliated with the sets, TECs, honies 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 16's

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…

Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker

Lick a round, niggas hit the ground like Sanka

I got ya 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, home 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 ya wrapped like a Roman

Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny

Like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon

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

Keep squeezin', *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezin'

No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail

Got 'em scared to drop like soap in jail

Geah, there you have it

Just think of ours as can’t be touched, tested, whatever

Never disrespect this thing of ours

Roc-A-Fella family