Video Dead Or Alive Pt Ii de Jay Z 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

Jay Z - Dead Or Alive Pt Ii Lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z]
I told y'all niggas if it wasn't a skirt it's gon' be addressed
Don't give a fuck who you are
Uhh
Keep 'em duckin' (Right) uh-huh
Sauce motherfuckin' ([?] [?]) in the house ([?] ya'll niggas [?])
Roc-A-Fella y'all, Jigga
Hold ya head nigga (How real is this?)
How we do
You know
How real it this? (Uh)
Check (Uh) it out (Uh)

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
I makes the whole city hot lick fifty shots at idi-ots
Show him I got more then take the shit he got, Biatch!
Spit poison and fuck if the city rots
The whole world supposedly tryna dispose of me (Uh)
You must know I give a fuck though, got a mean rebuttal
Try me! See where your luck go, you know what though?
I'm what you don't get a second chance at
Think you can chance that?
I'm laying niggas down ba'y bro
Think you can stand that?
Your train of thought derails like Amtrak
My grand stack, hands free and a six; dippin', jam-packed
Me, my crimees, and a couple of dime pieces (Uh)
A bunch of rolexes, unlimited credit line visas
Heat is for niggas that want to touch but can't reach us
To each his own y'all can eat this chrome
Leave him speechless when the lead reaches his dome
Life ain't nothing but beaches and homes
It's Murder
[Verse 2: Sauce Money, With Jay-Z]
Got what you craving
Instigate beef on the block to cats blazing
Somebody ass out when they gun jam now
Let's take a look at one man, undefeated
Crazy drama, this rap shit keep him heated
Pull out on him, should've meant it
Thoughts break out, rash, allergic to anything with sugar in it
Harshly brung, ungodly slum, cough up a lung, where I'm from? Marcy, son
Ain't nuttin' nice, Flushing Avenue to be more precise
Never discount it, if you want it, pay the full price
With a gleam, much on your team, don't miss the parade
Kiss of Death like Nicholas Cage
It's the brigade kiddie, throughout the city you're slayed
Ain't nothing pretty, but pretty blow like it's a grenade
Here's the scientific, the aftermath left it half naked
Love is love so let my staff wreck it

[Chorus: Jay-Z, With Sauce Money]
It's murda
Dead or alive
It's murda
Dead or alive
It's murda
Dead or alive
It's murda
Dead or alive
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
If it's jewels you like
You fools gonna fuck around and lose your life
And I just bruised your wife
Don't get it confused like, cause we in the spotlight
I still hold the Glock with the wrist twist like this
Gangster shit, no thanks to shit
Niggas selling a million records more banks to split
Jay-Z motherfucker who think this is
Introducing Sauce motherfuckin' crank this shit
On the celly bumpin' Makaveli, I hold no grudge
You diss me, I diss you, wha, love is love

[Verse 4: Sauce Money]
I heard his body was too hot to get near it
Too late to hear it
Two slugs wait to release his spirit
The known truth: had a bad habit for blowing loot
Two niggas on the roof busting down at the phone booth
Running for cover at point blank cause bullets is hovering
Drug them in after the slug went in
I take a phrase in God we trust it's a must
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough for the grand finale
Grapevines throughout the alley unknown figures said
Trigger lead knew how bad we needed the nigga dead
Thoughts of hating sober intoxicated minds is taking over
Conjure all ways escape closer
Never spar drove the car to the edge of the tar
With intentions to scar, shooting motherfuckers to Allah
[Chorus: Jay-Z, With Sauce Money]
It's murda
Dead or alive
It's murda
Dead or alive
It's murda
Dead or alive
It's murda
Dead or alive
It's murda
Dead or alive
Murda
Dead or alive
It's murda
Dead or alive
Murda
Dead or alive

[Outro: Jay-Z & Sauce Money]
Uh
Uh
Pray for the dead
Heh, [?] [?]
How you like that shit?
How the fuck that sound?
Heh heh