Letras:Jay-Z. The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse. Some How Some Way.

Please believe that
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out this life
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some way we gotta make it up out this life

Whether we dribble out this motherfucker
Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker
Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker
Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker
Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker
I don't always want to be this drug dealing motherfucker damn
Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride through the sky

I use to play the hall up fifth floor me
And my boys we all poor getting high
I seen the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing I received
I'm from the dirt, I planted my seed on unfertile land
Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand
And still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through
And touch my soul take hold of my hand
Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn

Some how some way
I gotta make it up out the hood someday
Some how some way
I gotta make it up out this life, c'mon
Some way I gotta make it up out the hood someday

To old Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you
Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck
Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck
Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up
Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up

Niggas fighting over Cold young boys light things up
All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up
Remember Lil' Eddie man how he light mean up
Then they wonder why we light green up
Back to back steamer trying to relax but I can't
I lean up, ain't the L or the refer that steam up, that steam up

It's my head stress to the point I get a fever
Thinking bout the block and all the mothers and kids
That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed'em
For the rest of their life fucking wings fried
Vegetable rice, gotta be kidding, no breakfast, Cap'n Crunch at night
Our kids eating lunch at night in their beds all bunched in tight

No less than three or four, you know how it go
Two by the foot two by the headboard
Man I'm getting scared for them, yeah I know
That's how I feel for 'em and we gotta grip the shorties on the block
All they do is smoke weed and drink forties, cock their lower quarties
Enough to get the latest roc, newest glock and old Jordies

Some how some way
We gonna make it up out this hood one day
Some how some way
We gonna make it up out this life
Some how some way
We gonna make it up out the hood one day
Some way we gonna make it up out this life

Right here another lil' story bout this click I claimed
Another chapter based on how I get that game
Hanging round my neighborhood and bang my street
Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep
South-side sunny side blocks I run South Vegas, South Paul

Nigga all got guns
Over here we got this poor child, he'd that there
We know tomorrow ain't promise so we get that there
Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps
Working inside a slump house starving to death

Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and zippers
Agents snapping your picture neighbors plotting to get ya
Situations is critic I was out here to get it
Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it
And holding back all the mothers for a minute, pumping hard dog

Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all dog
Love being willied and your creek gonna rise
I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise
Some how some way, some how some way
I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise, some how some way

Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out this life
Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some way we gotta make it up out this life