Hand It Down
Jay-Z Lyrics


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Sorry boys
But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again
Lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch my mic out in ponce funeral home on marcy
All those new niggaz stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, well
Maybe not the last
Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
New, improved Jay-Z
I quit
I'm retiring
Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
Honest
Can't go with me on this ride though
I'm calling the shots
The bar's closing
Where we going to for breakfast?
Roc-a-fella y'all
Okay, I'm reloaded!

"Bringing the drama"
"Trying to come up in the game"
"Marcy"
"Had a couple of dollar signs to my name"
"Roc-a-fella y'all"
"One of the best!"
"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"

Nah this ain't jigga it's your lil nigga bleek
Reporting to these motherfuckers live from the street
Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes
Peep the steez, I represent for all those
With twenty eight grams, on a come-up trying to creep the keys
Large niggas told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and creep to mickey d's
First gun two bullets, niggas know I do pull it
Niggas trying to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the pj's
Lit off the ej, I split dutchies with my ring finger
You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the
Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it?
I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm trying to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets
From sundown to sunup on y'all
Mama said keep bullshitting they'll kill you dead
One week of this hustling brought a living room set
Went to ? d's, niggas mad, veins out
Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out
Flashy, fly little nigga
Nosy bitch from the third floor like "why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees
Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer
And I'm serious





"Waiting for my day to come"
"Just give me the word"

Overall Meaning

The song "Hand It Down" by Jay-Z featuring Memphis Bleek has a complex narrative structure that paints a picture of struggle, ambition, and the price of success. The first verse is delivered by Jay-Z and is a metaphor for his departure from the music industry. He explains that no amount of money can make him change his mind about retiring. He also references his friend and fellow rapper, Notorious B.I.G. ("Sorry big, I tried, honest"). He claims that he is the last of the "real hustlers" in the game, but acknowledges that maybe he isn't. He hands the torch over to his protégé, Memphis Bleek, who delivers a detailed account of the street life and the hustle that he had to endure to pursue his dreams.


Through Bleek's verse, he recounts the struggles he faced as a young black man in the inner city. He talks about how he had to be resourceful and make money by any means necessary, even if it meant overstepping the law. He worked hard to gain respect from his peers and even had to deal with violence and the constant threat of death. However, he remains optimistic and focuses on his ambition to succeed ("Trying to come up in the game... waiting for my day to come... just give me the word"). The song ends with Jay-Z asking his crew where they should go for breakfast and declaring, "Roc-a-fella y'all. Okay, I'm reloaded!" suggesting that he is not done with the music industry and will continue to push for success and excellence.


Overall, "Hand It Down" is a song that is full of powerful and vivid imagery that captures the struggles and ambitions of young black men in the inner city. It is a tale of resilience, determination, and the drive to succeed, even in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

Sorry boys
I apologize, but my decision to retire is final


But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again
No amount of money would change my decision to retire


Lay down, lay down
I'm done, it's time to rest from the game


Gonna stretch my mic out in ponce funeral home on marcy
My last performance will be in a funeral home in my hometown


All those new niggaz stop there
Young up-and-coming rappers visit the funeral home often


But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
Many thought I would have retired earlier


The last of the real hustlers, well
I was considered one of the last true hustlers in the game


Maybe not the last
Others may still hold that title


Bleek's gonna be a good rapper
My protege Memphis Bleek will continue to succeed in the rap game


New, improved Jay-Z
I am constantly evolving and improving as an artist


I quit
I am retiring from the rap game


Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me around
I am not continuing for financial gain


Sorry big, I tried
I did my best to continue, but it's time to retire


Honest
I am being truthful and sincere about my decision


Can't go with me on this ride though
Others cannot follow me in my retirement


I'm calling the shots
I am in control of my own decisions and actions


The bar's closing
This chapter of my life is coming to an end


Where we going to for breakfast?
What's next for me after retiring?


Roc-a-fella y'all
My record label will continue to thrive and succeed


Okay, I'm reloaded!
I may be retiring, but my legacy will continue to live on


Waiting for my day to come
I am striving for success and waiting for my time to shine


Just give me the word
I am ready and willing to take on any challenge that comes my way




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Christopher E. Martin, Shawn Corey Carter

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Comments from YouTube:

Vincent Troia

bleek verse is sick. classic

Francisco André Nascimento Domingos

Porra muita fodaaa

The Betting Public Sports Show

"One week of this hustling bought a living room set. Went to Tom Dees; niggas mad; veins out. Copped the Jordan two weeks before they came out."

Blocka Time - Topic

@TheBettingPublicSportsShow I Never Knew That Fam!!

blacMist1981

PREEEEMOOOOOOOOO!!!!

ZyKai Media

If you listen close, you can here Ashand the Mother! Sha, we playing them. It's in the beginning. It's a subliminal message. 🤫

rharuckus

@1:04 bring it back. Dumb sick!

Blocka Time - Topic

@rharuckus What Famz?

rharuckus

It's the time where the track starts. So I can bring easy and skip the intro

Blocka Time - Topic

@rharuckus Nah Don't Do That My Fam. This Is My Personal Super Dupa Favorite Jay-Z Intro

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