Yeah
    [Intro/Chorus: Jay-Z]
    I'm what the game made me
  Not what the fame made me
  No amount of money can change me
  I'm what you lames can't be
  Live nigga what? Live as fuck
  [repeat 2X]
    [Verse One: Jay-Z]
    Check, live from the 7-1-8
  Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your weight
  I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle
  How can y'all understand the struggle?
  It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix
  Knowin I outclass three-E niggaz in the six
  So I outblast til it's empty clips
  And I outlast niggaz, survival of the fit
  One life, I gotta make sure it's done right
  Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation
  Ball out, until I fall out
  Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out
  Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain
  Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain
  Life's harsh, I know y'all runnin from 'caine
  but it'll only catch you and track you down
  With no deal, who you gonna rap to now?
  Start your own record company, that's profound
  Live niggaz gonna rumble when you back from the war
  Jive niggaz gonna crumble and fall
    [Chorus]
    [Verse Two: Memphis Bleek]
    Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six
  I come through cocky, holdin my dick
  I never switch shit, cause that's some bitch shit
  I get the Bisquick take it to the district
  cause I could never get rich, and switch my style
  I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile
  I'm tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow
  Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal
  Respect this young nigga that's, holdin the torch
  Preachin shit like the crack game, don't take shorts
  Throw it down it's a bet, nigga roll hard
  til you got somethin icey, round your neck
  In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble
  Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble
  Niggaz test it I spit guns, angrily
  Til all that remains is me
    [Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Jay-Z)]
    [Verse Three: Sauce Money]
    I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow
  From umm, hoe I don't know, to get deez
  Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch please, never try to provoke
  Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke
  Ain't nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop
  or maybe some of the places I shop
  Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air
  for some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete's
  Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life
  It's all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood
  til I'm in the dirt, foul cats like termites
  come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper
  Dead niggaz react later while the cancer spread
  Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead
  You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothin changed
  except now I push Coupe's in the dark
    [Chorus (Sauce Money instead of Jay-Z)]