It's Alright - Memphis Bleek, Jay-Z

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It’s alright, you heard?

It’s alright, Holla back

You can ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It’s alright, you heard?

It’s alright, yeah yeah

Beitch.

I need a ho in my life to blow on my dice

So we can make our points twice and skate out of town

I need that glow in my ice, E-Class

Ladies screamin' Jigga you know we needs that, flowin' out like Jees-ass

They ain’t seein' me holdin' the mic

So when you like you find MC’s so impolite

And me I’m so into nice, got cats on the corner like

Don’t me and Jigga be flowin' alike?

Nah, not in your life ain’t nobody poppin' like

Mr. Jay-Z, shit you’re crazy

I’m hot like the six, navy, deep dish with the gray seats

I flow greater than your navigator

I drop through your town, block the date up

Pimps all comin' through with a hot pair of gators

And a crew with, rocks their the size of craters

Can’t be touched like hot potatoes, ya heard?

Now we can bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It’s alright, you heard?

It’s alright, holla back

You can ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It’s alright (YEAH), you heard?

It’s alright, holla back

In the middle of a war rockin' a vest

Who’s the illest shorty alive (who?), I confess

I take lye to the chest and I swear to the heaven skies, I bless

The mics until the day I rest, to make you feel what I feel

I’ma try my best, and if you real like I real

You can provide the rest

Everything left out, you can blame it on the brain, not the heart

I’m playing my part, stressed out, just about the best out

Any nigga realer than me, is in a messhall with their chest out

Any rapper with less clout, sell more records than me

We extort 'em as soon as they record 'em, Bleek

I made this clear, back when shorty used to braid my hair

On the project stairs, once I drop to a caesar ma I don’t need ya

From the block to the hot two-seaters, ya heard?

Geah, now we can

Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It’s alright, you heard?

It’s alright, holla back

You can ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It’s alright (YEAH), you heard?

It’s alright

Check, on the jew-els I blew more money than Latrell, who else?

They don’t know you, think they know you too well

You jel like Flubber

I hover above the city in a private jet, the livest set

Press you’re brakes, Feds wanna investigate

Mr. I don’t cop nothing less than eight

And anything involved with my name, regardless of the fame

It’s hard, I can’t even walk through Harlem again

Charge it to the game, I’m platinum like American Express

My boy died, and all I did was inherit his stress

To make every jam tougher, you ain’t my man fuck ya

I should just let you live, right?

Negative, I swear

It’s dough or die, I hope your soul provides you with an afterlife

Close your casket tight, take your last two deep breaths

And pass the mic, to Jay-Z nigga, that’s right!

Now we can bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It’s alright, you heard?

It’s alright, holla back

We can ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It’s alright, you heard?

It’s alright, holla back

We can bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball

Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss

It’s alright, you heard?

It’s alright

We can ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke

Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc

It’s alright, you heard me?

It’s alright, then holla back