Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Beanie Sigel
Beanie Sigel
Vocals
Jermaine Jackson
Jermaine Jackson
Sampled Artist
Scarface
Scarface
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Michael McGloiry
Michael McGloiry
Songwriter
Dwight Grant
Dwight Grant
Songwriter
Brad Jordan
Brad Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Shane "Bermuda" Woodley
Recording Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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, come on
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 muhfucker
Some How we gotta get up out this motherfucker
Some day the cops kill a muhfucker
I don't always wanna be this drug dealin' muhfucker damn
Wish I could take us all
On this magic carpet ride through the sky, I
Used to play the hall up fifth floor
Me and my boys we all poor gettin' high, I
See the worse at a worse
I deserve every blessin', I received I'm from the dirt, I
Planted my seed on unfertile land
Myrtle Park Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand, and
Still I grew
Somehow I knew that the sun'll 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 some day
Some how some way, I gotta make it up out this life, come on
Some Way I gotta make it up out the hood some day
Too old Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you
Twenty **** on the block tryin' chase that buck
Nosey neighbors and the haters keep their face on stuck
Cops roll up on the pavement breaks the dice games up
Mom smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fightin' over Roley young boys hype things up
**** fightin' over Colder young boys light things up
All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up
Remember lil' Eddie Draw man how he liked teened up
Then they wonder why we light green up
Back to back steam up
Tryin' to relax but I can't lean up
Ain't the L or the reefer that steamer that steam up is my head
Stress to the point I get a fever
Thinkin' 'bout the block
And all the mothers and their kids that can't
Leave and how the chinks gotta feed 'em
For the rest of their life fuckin'
Wings, fried vegetable rice
No breakfast, Cap'n Crunch at night
Our kids eatin' lunch at night
In they beds all bunched an' tight
No less than three or four
Know how go two by the foot two by the headboard
Man I'm gettin scared (I know) That's how I feel for 'em
We gotta grip the shorties on the block
All they do is smoke weed and drink 40's
Cop their lower quarties
'Nough to get the latest ROC, newest Glock, and old Jordies
Some how, some way we gon' make it up out this hood one day
Some how some way, we gon' make it up out this life, yeah
And some how some way, we gon' make it up out the hood one day
Some way we goin' make it up out this life
Right here's another lil' story bout' this clique I claimed
Another chapter based on how I get that game
Hangin' round my neighborhood, bang my street
Sittin' watch the passers-by play my sweep
South side, sunny side, blocks I run
South Vegas, South Paul **** all got guns
Over here we got this cold salad get that there
We know tomorrow ain't a promise so we get that there
Fuck sittin' in the livin' room guardin' the steps
Workin' inside a slump house starvin' to death
Servin' these **** flippers
Quarter ounces in zippers
Agents snappin' you're picture
Neighbors plottin' to get ya
Situations is critic
I was out here to get it
Livin' it like a savage
'Cause **** I gotta have it
Ain't holdin' back on the mother for a minute, for the hard dog
He raise enough for walkin' down and fuckin' all y'all
And if the Lord be with me let me creep don't rise
I'ma be a **** in these streets gon' rise
(Some how some way, some how some way)
I'ma be a **** in these streets don't 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, come on
Some how some way, we gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some way we gotta make it up out this life
We ride, come on now
(You will see)
Yeah, yeah
(You will see)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Brad Jordan, Dwight Grant, Michael McGloiry, Shawn Carter
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