Feelin’ It JAY-Z (Ft. Angela “Mecca” Scott)

[Intro: JAY-Z]

Ha ha, ha ha

What.. '96 and forever

Rok-A-Blok, Roc-A-Fella

Yeah, keep it realer than most

Marcy, Brooklyn... yeah

[Chorus: Mecca]

I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët

Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set

I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye

Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

I keep it realer than most, I know you feeling it

Cristal's on ice, I like to toast, I keep on spilling it

Bone crushers I keep real close, I got the skill for this

On my back the flyest clothes, looking ill as shit

Transactions illegitimate 'cause life is still a bitch

And then you die but for now, life, close your eyes and feel this dick

Since diapers, had nothing to live for like them lifers but

Making sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher

We paid the price to circle us, success, they turned my mic up

I'm 'bout to hit these niggas with some shit that'll light your life up

If every nigga in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged

Nobody will fall 'cause everyone will be each others crutches

I hope you fools choose to listen, I drop jewels, bust it

These are the rules I follow in my life, ya gotta love it

Jiggy-Jigga looking gully in the joint

If y'all niggas ain't talking 'bout large money, what's the point?