Bring It On lyrics

[Skit]
Aye, Purse, rack 'em up, man
What you bettin', Biggs?
Bet the same thing
Ay, yo, I got next, man
Yo, you got the money, man? You ass bettin' ass, n*gga
The sh*t is right downstairs in the trunk
Don't trip; we parked right behind each other, n*gga
I'ma get the sh*t before we go downstairs
Yeah, aight, what's up with that case, man?
Aw, man, it ain't nothin
Ain't nobody snitchin or nothin; you know our team is tight
Still sittin on seven digits, unlike you, you broke ass n*gga
f*ck outta here, this cat right here
This broke ass, ass bettin ass n*gga
Bettin five thousand ain't got no money
Chili cheese face ass n*gga (f*ck outta here)
Sandy cake face ass n*gga (f*ck outta here)
(Laughter)

[Intro: Sauce Money]
Ayo, Jay, word up
These motherf*ckers f*cking talking
That comeback sh*t like they cooking crack
sh*t, I ain't fronting
All I want my pockets green like slum change
You know what I'm saying?
Front the roll we roll back like rubbers, motherf*cker, for real
With no trace of AIDS
We keep our pockets fully blown
Roc-A-Fella clique, n*gga
[Verse 1: Sauce Money]
Ayo, we patting down pus*y from Sugar Hill to the Shark Bar
f*ck a b*tch D in the marked car
We got the bad b*tches gasping for air in Aspen
Searching for Aspirin when I ascend, we swing
You cling, we do our thing and bring
Slinging your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn to Beijing
East coast host is hostile colossal
Money flaring like nostrils for drug dealing apostles, huh
Al Pacino down to Nino Brown
Me, Jay and Preemo, got it sewed across the board like Pokeno
Teflon, make sure your jammy is full
'Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull
Tropical leaves where I got a few keys
With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese
Said we was garbage, so f*ck college
Street knowledge amazing to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars
Star studded b*tches with crystals
Get f*cked with pistols, just to see my sh*t, discharge puss
I drop the stellar, even acapella
I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella

[Chorus: Fat Joe sample]
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms
In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the Pharoahe
I cream, I diamond gleam
High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop
Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam
n*ggas wanna try to hem my long jeans
Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene
In the meanwhile, here's something dope for y'all to lean
Liaison for days on end
Money make the world go around so I made some to spend
Can I live, did dough with my nigs, dividends flow
Like the Mississippi Riv', looking jig
Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo
That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto
Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson
I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano
You ain't ready, I fondle trigger straight up, shoot my guns
Horizontal, get your weight up, I am
Two point two pounds
You're barely a hundred and twenty five grams
Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money
Do the knowledge, due to few dollars, I'm due to demolish
Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the f*ck?

[Chorus: Fat Joe sample]
Bring it on if you think you can hang
[Verse 3: Big Jaz]
Money is power, I'm energetic with facial credit
Pure platinum fetish for cheddars
Spread lettuce, heroes get deadish
I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes
You suck pistol like pipe with the crystal
John Stockton couldn't assist you
Convoys of Benzes like we fouling in the U.N
So what the f*ck you doing? Whatever, n*gga
Fahrvergnügen, rugged yet polished
Spanking dollars with the commas
Banging b*tches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada, fly farther
Fry hotter, you die gotta, f*ck with me witness mañana
Absence of malice in my palace
Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callus
Tip scales from mail to keep these n*ggas off balance
Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feeding me
Steam a n*gga scheming on the wrist action with the gleams
Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams
Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream

[Chorus: Fat Joe sample]
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang
And if not then let me do my thing
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on
Bring it on, if you think, if you think, if you think