Once Again It's On
Beanie Sigel Jay-Z Lyrics

Roc-A-Fella.. y'all know what this is
This is a Roc-A-Fella track, and everyone should already know what that means.

We givin y'all five seconds to put your drink down and report to the dance floor immediately All the bustas we givin y'all five seconds to get close to a exit It's about to get real ugly in here Five seconds is up - let's go!
We're interrupting whatever you're doing and giving you a short window to either join the party or get out before things get rough.

Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh) Throw the hands up (Niggaz) Throw the hands up (Bitches) Throw the hands up (Bustas) Throw the hands up (Hustlers) Throw the hands up (Hoes!) Throw the hands up (Boasters) Throw the hands up (MAC)
Everyone - regardless of who you are or what you stand for - should throw their hands up because we're about to get down.

You know how Mac come through on the club tip E'rybody real deep on that thug shit Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick
This is how Mac and his crew roll in the club - hard and tough, with champagne, guns, and cops to keep them safe.

We hittin whores on the floor, whole crew be wild Bitch "Back That Azz Up" like Juvenile (huh)
The crew is getting wild with the ladies, and they're dancing suggestively to Juvenile's song "Back That Azz Up".

When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece You know Mac come through with a line of freaks Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least We gettin head on the floor, while you grindin freaks
When Mac and his crew come to the club, they bring a bunch of attractive women with them, and they're getting oral sex on the dance floor while others are grinding and dancing.

Whole squad get it down like this Whole squad buyin rounds of Cris' Whole squad got they crowns on wrist Whole squad got a pound of twist Whole squad got a pound to spit, in case a clown wanna flip
The whole crew is partying hard, buying expensive champagne, wearing flashy jewelry, and carrying drugs and weapons.

Mac never slip in the club Told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club You know how niggaz get in the club
Mac is always on top of his game in the club and ready to defend himself and his crew if necessary. If someone wants to fight, they'll bleed right there on the dance floor.

Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay) Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin shit 'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up Got bitches in the back bouncin to "Jigga What" You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up
Mac likes to party in the VIP section and listen to music by the Notorious B.I.G. Other people in the club can get drunk and cause trouble, but Mac is in control and not stealing anything.

(E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up
Again, everyone should throw their hands up and get into the party vibe.

12 AM on the way to the club (uh) 1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh) 2 AM now I'm gettin with her (what up?) 3 AM now I'm splittin with her (splittin with who?) 4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house) 5 AM now we at my house (uh) 6 AM I be diggin her out (who?) 6:15 I be kickin her out (what?) 7 AM I'ma call my friends (uh-huh) 12AM we gon' do it again We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again (We gon' do it again)
This is a sequence of events that typically happens when Mac goes out to the club - he meets a woman, has sex with her later on, and repeats the whole process again the next night.

By the way, yo.. How the fuck you gon' talk about MC's on our heel? When we just cop them things homie the chromey wheels Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill Any given times a hundred G's in your grill Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills "He's alright, but he's not real" Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a field Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel
Mac's verse addresses criticisms of Roc-A-Fella and Jay-Z's skills as rappers. He boasts about their wealth and status, which he feels makes them superior to other MCs. He also threatens violence if necessary.

Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with me You got a little dough that cool with me You got a little cars, little jewelries But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on, who but me? Niggaz shipped two million, then I blew the three Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on tour I came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin the same Fuck the flow, y'all jackin our slang I seen the same shit happen to Kane Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin to wild out The game is ours, we'll never foul out Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
Mac continues his bragging about his wealth, car, and jewelry. He also asserts that his flow is unmatched, and he's seen other rappers try and fail to steal Roc-A-Fella's style and success. He references Big Daddy Kane as an example of a rapper who fell from grace, but he assures listeners that Roc-A-Fella will always be on top.

Throw yo' hands up - niggaz, bitches, bustas Hustlers - FUCK THAT (throw the hands up)
Once again, everyone should throw their hands up, but Mac emphasizes not including the "hustlers" who aren't really getting anywhere in life.

12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh) 1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh) 2 AM now I'm checkin the mix (ah yeah) 3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on?) 4 AM exit the club (let's go) 5 AM think he gettin some butt (that's right) 6 AM nigga still ain't bust (what?) 6:15 nigga will get up (uh) 7 AM gotta tell my friends (uh-huh) 12AM I'ma do it again, uh, uh I'ma do it again 12 AM I'ma do it again (Uh-huh, uh, uh.. let's go)
The final part of the song reiterates the fun and exciting events of a night out at the club that Mac enjoys so much, and implies that he'll be doing it again soon.