[Jay-Z]
Wassup Wassup,
I gotta get it,

Now where the southside at, wassup wassup,
where the westcoast at, put your W´s up.
where´s my eastcoast n-ggas that hustle to live,
and all my n-ggas up North thats doing it big,
oh yeah I´m rare, i´m aware that I´m rare,
I rap and I´m real, I´m one of the few here,
these other boys lying I wonder if y´all care,
they stories out this world I wonder if y´all hear,
but doesn´t really matter as long as it stay clear,
clear of the real sh-t we doing over here,
when my n*gga get home, i´m gonna send him a Lear,
for all the time he been down, get him right up in the air,
with a couple of broads get him right up in the air,
mile high club get him right up in there,
send my n-gga some gear like he never missed a year,
by the time you hear this song, he´ll be standing right here,
real n*gga sh*t,

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
A hundred million to the good and I´m still talking Yayo,
at a snails pace I won this race that y´all trail,
uh, blueprints for sale,
follow in my footprints you can´t fail,
set sail, I used to duck shots but now I eat quail,
I probably never see jail,
each tale contains more of da truth,
of the statue allows me to go into detail,
uh, close your eyes you can smell,
Hov´s the audio equivalent of braille,
thats why the feel me in the favela´s in Brazil
and waterhouse cos real recognise real,
rrrahhhh,

[Young Jeezy]
You know me homie,
no end to the ….just call me make a lil something out of nothing
everywhere you go, were the topic of discussion,
damn, thats gotta be disgusting,
err, sh*t make me wanna throw up,
it´s big boy music, it should make me wanna throw up,
flows like … should make me wanna pour up,
is it just me or it make you wanna roll up,
a big fat one then unpack one,
then unwrap one, peel back one,
they used to call me chisel with a stamp in the middle,
and you can tell the colour when its damp in the middle,

[Chorus]