Some How Some Way
Jay‐Z feat. Beanie Sigel & Scarface Lyrics


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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, c'mon
Some how, some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day
Some way, we gotta make it up out this life
Weather 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'll 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 of 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 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 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 tryna chase that buck
Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck
Cops roll up on the pavement, break the dice games up
Moms smoke, kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fighting over rope, the young boys hype things up
Niggas fighting over coke, the young boys light things up
All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up
Remember Lil' Eddie draw, man how he light mean up
Then they wonder why we light green up
Back to back steamers, 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 and I'm stressed 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
The fucking wings, fried vegetable rice (gotta be kidding)
No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night
How kids eating lunch at night?
In their beds all bunched in tight
No less than three or four, 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
Cop their quarties
Enough to get the latest Roc, newest Glock, and old Jordies

Some how, some way
We gon' make it up out the hood someday
Some how, some way
We gon' make it up out this life
And some how, some way
We go' make it up out the hood one day
Some way, we gon' make it up out this life

Right here another lil' story 'bout this clique I claimed
Another chapter based on how I get that game
Hanging round my neighborhood, bang my street
Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep
South-side, Sunnyside
Is the blocks I run, South Acres, South Park
Niggas all got guns
Over here we got this code Charlie, get that there
We know tomorrow ain't a promise so we get that tnow
Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps
Working inside a smoke 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 on a motherfucker, I'm in it for the haul, dog
Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all y'all
Lord be willing and the creek don't rise
I'ma be a nigga and these streets gon' rise
(Some how, some way)
(Some how, some way)
I'ma be a nigga and these streets gon' 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, c'mon
Some how, some way




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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Some How Some Way" by Jay-Z featuring Beanie Sigel and Scarface speak to the challenges and aspirations of individuals growing up in disadvantaged neighborhoods. They express the desire to break free from the struggles and limitations of their current circumstances and achieve success. The song reflects on the harsh realities of life in the hood, including poverty, violence, and drug dealing, while also emphasizing the determination to overcome these obstacles.


The opening lines set the tone for the song, highlighting the need to find a way out of the hood and the determination to improve one's life. Jay-Z raps about using his talents in music to escape the cycle of poverty and crime. He acknowledges the unfortunate reality that some individuals will be killed by the police, expressing a desire to move away from a life of drug dealing. Despite the challenges, he remains hopeful that success is possible and mentions the metaphorical growth of a tree in Brooklyn as a symbol of resilience and progress.


Beanie Sigel's verse reflects on his own experiences growing up in a tough neighborhood, mentioning specific locations and events that shaped his outlook. He references the struggles faced by families in the community, with mothers turning to smoking and children missing out on simple pleasures like ice cream trucks. He laments the violence and drug problems plaguing the area, but also expresses empathy and concern for the younger generation who are caught up in the same cycle. Sigel also touches on the materialistic aspirations that can drive individuals towards crime and the desire to provide for their families.


Scarface's verse adds to the narrative by discussing the code of the streets and the desperation that drives individuals to engage in illegal activities. He describes the harsh realities of living in a neighborhood where violence and survival are ever-present concerns. Scarface emphasizes his determination to succeed and rise above these circumstances, acknowledging that he is willing to take risks and make sacrifices in pursuit of his goals.


Line by Line Meaning

Please believe that, some how, some way
Have faith that, in one way or another, we will find a path to success


We gotta make it up out the hood some day
We need to escape the poverty and challenges of our neighborhood eventually


Some how, some way
In some manner or method


We gotta make it up out this life, c'mon
We need to leave behind this difficult lifestyle and move forward


Weather we dribble out this motherfucker
Whether we make money through basketball


Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker
Or by expressing ourselves through rap with metaphors and intricate rhymes


Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker
Or by taking jobs on the upper floors of a building or working in hospitals


Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker
We must find a way to escape our current situation


Some day the cops'll kill a motherfucker
Eventually, the police may cause someone's death


I don't always want to be this drug dealing motherfucker, damn
I don't want to be involved in drug dealing forever


Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride
I wish I could provide a better life for everyone


Through the sky, I
In a metaphorical sense, taking us to a better place


Use to play the hall of fifth floor, me and my boys we
We used to hang out on the fifth floor hallway, me and my friends


All poor getting high, I
We were all poor and seeking an escape through drugs


Seen the worst of the worst, I deserve every blessing
I have witnessed the most terrible things, so I believe I deserve any good things that come my way


I received I'm from the dirt
I come from a challenging and impoverished background


I planted my seed on unfertile land
I started a family in a place where there weren't many opportunities


Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand, and
Specific locations in Brooklyn where I grew up


Still I grew, some how I knew that the sun'll shine through
Despite the challenges, I managed to grow and remain hopeful


And, touch my soul take hold of my hand
Provide comfort and guidance


Look man, a tree grows in Brooklyn
Despite the difficulties, there is still growth and resilience in Brooklyn


To old Nell, Sigel Street I ain't forget you
Acknowledging and remembering old friends and neighborhoods


Twenty niggas on the block tryna chase that buck
Many people on the block are trying to make money by any means necessary


Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck
Nosy neighbors and jealous individuals are constantly observing and criticizing


Cops roll up on the pavement, break the dice games up
Police officers interrupt and put a stop to gambling activities


Moms smoke, kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Mothers smoke cigarettes and children are unable to enjoy simple pleasures


Girls fighting over rope, the young boys hype things up
Young girls argue over trivial matters while boys escalate tensions


Niggas fighting over coke, the young boys light things up
Men engage in conflicts over drugs, and boys exacerbate the situation


All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up
The constant conflicts ruin the peaceful atmosphere of the community at night


Remember Lil' Eddie draw, man how he light mean up
Recalling the late Lil' Eddie who had a formidable presence


Then they wonder why we light green up
People then question why we resort to drug dealing as a means to survive


Back to back steamers, trying to relax but I can't, I lean up
Using drugs one after another, attempting to unwind but remaining restless


Ain't the L or the refer that steam up (that steam up)
It's not just the joint or the smoke that clouds my mind with worry


It's my head and I'm stressed to the point I get a fever
It's the turmoil in my mind that leads to physical symptoms of anxiety


Thinking 'bout the block and all the mothers and kids
Reflecting on the neighborhood and the struggling families


That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed 'em
Those who are unable to leave the area rely on immigrant-owned businesses to provide for them


For the rest of their life
They will continue to endure these hardships indefinitely


The fucking wings, fried vegetable rice (gotta be kidding)
The only affordable food options are unhealthy fast food and cheap rice dishes


No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night
There is a lack of basic necessities, such as breakfast cereal available in the evening


How kids eating lunch at night?
Children are forced to eat their midday meal during evening hours


In their beds all bunched in tight
Many people are crowded together in their beds due to limited space


No less than three or four, know how it go
There are at least three or four people sharing a bed, as it is a common occurrence


Two by the foot, two by the headboard
The sleeping arrangement involves two people at the foot of the bed and two at the headboard


Man, I'm getting scared for them (yeah I know)
I feel afraid for them and their future (yes, I understand)


That's how I feel for 'em
That is the depth of my concern for them


And we gotta grip the shorties on the block
We must guide the younger individuals in our community


All they do is smoke weed and drink forties
Their activities mainly revolve around smoking marijuana and consuming 40-ounce bottles of alcohol


Cop their quarties
Purchase their own bottles of liquor


Enough to get the latest Roc, newest Glock, and old Jordies
They have enough money to buy the latest Roc-A-Fella merchandise, a new handgun, and used Air Jordans


Right here another lil' story 'bout this clique I claimed
Here is another short anecdote about the group I belong to


Another chapter based on how I get that game
Another chapter that explains how I acquire success and money


Hanging round my neighborhood, bang my street
Spending time in my neighborhood, representing my street


Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep
Observing people passing by and playing in the area I claim as mine


South-side, Sunnyside
Referring to specific neighborhoods and areas in Houston


Is the blocks I run, South Acres, South Park
These are the neighborhoods where I have influence and control


Niggas all got guns
Many people in my community possess firearms


Over here we got this code Charlie, get that there
In this area, we adhere to a certain code, like Charlie


We know tomorrow ain't a promise so we get that now
We understand that the future is uncertain, so we seek immediate gain


Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps
We refuse to passively wait inside, guarding our territory


Working inside a smoke house starving to death
Struggling for survival while trapped in an environment where drugs are prevalent


Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and zippers
Selling drugs to individuals who divide them into smaller portions


Agents snapping your picture
Undercover law enforcement officers taking photographs of suspects


Neighbors plotting to get ya
People in the community scheming to betray one another


Situations is critic
The circumstances are dangerous and precarious


I was out here to get it
I was determined to succeed in this environment


Living it like a savage, 'cause nigga I gotta have it
Existing in a ruthless manner, because I am driven to acquire what I desire


And holding back on a motherfucker, I'm in it for the haul, dog
I am relentless and will not hold back from achieving my goals


Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all y'all
I am willing to confront anyone who stands in my way


Lord be willing and the creek don't rise
If everything goes according to plan


I'ma be a nigga and these streets gon' rise
I will be a respected figure in these streets, and the neighborhood will thrive




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Shawn Carter, Dwight Grant, Brad Jordan, Michael MC Gloiry

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