Dead Or Alive Pt. II JAY-Z (Ft. Sauce Money)

[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