once again its on
jay-z beanie sigel Lyrics


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Roc-A-Fella y'all know what this is
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!

Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh)
Throw the hands up (niggas)
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)

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
Told y'all real high, when I come you can try
If you want, you can die, if you want to
We hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wild
Bitch "Back That Azz Up" like Juvenile (huh)
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
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
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
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

(E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up
(E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up

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)

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
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 maneuver 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
Throw yo' hands up - niggaz, bitches, bustas
Hustlers - FUCK THAT (throw the hands up)

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)
12 AM 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)

12 AM on the way to the club
1 AM DJ made it a rub
2 AM now I'm gettin' with her
3 AM now I'm splittin' with her
4 AM at the waffle house
5 AM now we at my house
6 AM I be diggin' her out
6:15 I be kickin' her out
7 AM I'ma call my friends
12 AM we gon' do it again




We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
Let's go

Overall Meaning

In Jay-Z and Beanie Sigel's song "Once Again It's On," the artists call upon party-goers to hit the dance floor and raise their hands up. They issue a warning to anyone not ready for the chaos that is about to ensue to make their way to the exit quickly. The lyrics describe how Mac and his crew hit the club and dominate it with their high-energy thug shit. The party-goers indulge in endless rounds of Cristal, while the women back that azz up. The artists paint a vivid picture of the wild and hedonistic lifestyle they lead.


The song’s lyrics were described as a stream of consciousness narrative in which Jay-Z and Beanie Sigel β€œspit hot verses that can be interpreted in a multitude of ways” β€” ranging from their come-up, their accolades, their success and their resiliency.


Line by Line Meaning

Roc-A-Fella y'all know what this is
We are Roc-A-Fella and you should know our reputation


We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drink down
We are giving you a short amount of time to stop what you're doing and pay attention


and report to the dance floor immediately
and come to the dance floor right away


All the bustas we givin y'all five seconds to get close to a exit
For all the losers, you have five seconds to find a way out of here


It's about to get real ugly in here
Things are about to get chaotic and unpleasant


Five seconds is up - let's go!
Time is up, let's go!


Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh)
Raise your hands up


Throw the hands up (niggas)
Raise your hands up, men


Throw the hands up (bitches)
Raise your hands up, women


Throw the hands up (bustas)
Raise your hands up, losers


Throw the hands up (hustlers)
Raise your hands up, hustlers


Throw the hands up (hoes)
Raise your hands up, promiscuous women


Throw the hands up (boasters)
Raise your hands up, show-offs


Throw the hands up (MAC)
Raise your hands up, MAC


You know how Mac come through on the club tip
You know how Mac comes to the club with a certain style


E'rybody real deep on that thug shit
Everyone is fully committed to the thug lifestyle


Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit
We buy Cristal and spray it in the club to show our thug status


Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick
We wear fancy suits and carry concealed weapons in the club for protection


Told y'all real high, when I come you can try
I warned you, I'm really confident and if you want, you can test me


If you want, you can die, if you want to
If you choose to, you can face the consequences and potentially die


We hittin' whores on the floor, whole crew be wild
We are having sexual encounters with multiple women on the dance floor, and our whole crew is partying like crazy


Bitch 'Back That Azz Up' like Juvenile (huh)
Women are twerking and dancing provocatively like in Juvenile's song 'Back That Azz Up'


When my peeps come to spend, a dime apiece
When my friends come to spend money, they spend a lot


You know Mac come through with a line of freaks
You know Mac brings a group of promiscuous women


Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least
Every woman we approach is a high-quality 9 out of 10


We gettin' head on the floor, while you grindin' freaks
We are receiving oral pleasure on the dance floor while you are grinding with women


Whole squad get it down like this
Our whole group is partying and dancing like this


Whole squad buyin' rounds of Cris'
Our whole group is buying rounds of Cristal


Whole squad got they crowns on wrist
Our whole group is wearing expensive watches


Whole squad got a pound of twist
Our whole group has a pound of marijuana to smoke


Whole squad got a pound to spit, in case a clown wanna flip
Our whole group is prepared to use violence if someone wants to start trouble


Mac never slip in the club
I, Mac, never make mistakes in the club


Told y'all niggaz four-fifth in the club
I warned you guys, I have a 45 caliber gun in the club


If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club
If someone wants to start a fight, they can get hurt and bleed in the club


You know how niggaz get in the club
You know how guys act in the club


Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P.
You know how I am, always high and in the VIP area


Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay)
Arriving while listening to Notorious B.I.G.'s music


Niggaz be all liquored up, talkin' shit
Guys are drunk and talking nonsense


'Til they man gotta come and pick 'em up
Until their friend has to come and take them home


Got bitches in the back bouncin' to 'Jigga What'
There are women in the back bouncing and dancing to 'Jigga What'


You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up
You have your hands raised, but I didn't even rob you


(E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up
Everyone raise their hands up


(E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up
Everyone raise their hands up


12 AM on the way to the club (uh)
12 AM, I'm heading to the club


1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh)
1 AM, the DJ made the crowd go wild


2 AM now I'm gettin' with her (what up?)
2 AM, now I'm getting intimate with her


3 AM now I'm splittin' with her (splittin' with who?)
3 AM, now I'm leaving with her (leaving with who?)


4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house)
4 AM, we are at a restaurant called Waffle House


5 AM now we at my house (uh)
5 AM, now we are at my house


6 AM I be diggin' her out (who?)
6 AM, I am engaging in sexual activity with her (who?)


6:15 I be kickin 'her out (what?)
6:15 AM, I am kicking her out (what?)


7 AM I'ma call my friends (uh-huh)
7 AM, I'm going to call my friends


12 AM we gon' do it again
12 AM, we are going to do it again


We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
We are going to do it again


By the way, yo..
By the way, listen up


How the fuck you gon' talk about MC's on our heel?
How dare you criticize other MC's when we are at the top of the game?


When we just cop them things homie the chromey wheels
We just bought expensive cars, my friend, with shiny wheels


Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill
I have big muscles, and my sleeves are rolled up casually


Any given times a hundred G's in your grill
At any given time, I have hundred thousand dollars in jewelry in front of your face


Don't talk to me 'bout MC's got skills
Don't talk to me about other MC's who have talent


"He's alright, but he's not real"
They may be decent, but they lack authenticity


Jay-Z's that deal, with seeds in a field
Jay-Z is the real deal, and he has many followers


Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel
I'm not afraid of conflict, I'm ready to use my gun


Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with me
Fuck, I don't care about your rap style


You got a little dough that cool with me
You have some money, that's fine with me


You got a little cars, little jewelries
You have some cars and jewelry, but they are insignificant


But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me
But none of you can deceive or outsmart me


You know the wrist frostbit minus two degrees
My wrist is frozen like it's below freezing


Bout as blue as the sea the way I maneuver the V
The color of my car is as blue as the sea, and I drive it skillfully


Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be?
My hat is tilted, hiding my eyes, who do you think I am?


With that new blue Yankee on, who but me?
Wearing that new blue Yankee hat, who else but me?


Niggaz shipped two million, then I blew the three
I sold two million records, and then I surpassed that by selling three million


Then I skated the four, 'fore I went on tour
Then I quickly left the scene before going on tour


I came back and it's plain, y'all niggaz ain't rappin' the same
I returned, and it's obvious that you guys have changed your style of rapping for the worse


Fuck the flow, y'all jackin' our slang
Forget about your rap flow, you're stealing our way of speaking


I seen the same shit happen to Kane
I witnessed the same thing happening to Big Daddy Kane


Three cuts in your eyebrows tryin' to wild out
You have three cuts in your eyebrows, trying to act tough


The game is ours, we'll never foul out
We dominate the game, we will never fail


Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out
You better hope that we exit the game gracefully


Throw yo' hands up - niggaz, bitches, bustas
Raise your hands up - men, women, losers


Hustlers - FUCK THAT (throw the hands up)
Hustlers - forget about that (raise your hands up)


12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh)
12 AM, I'm heading to the club


1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh)
1 AM, about to dance provocatively


2 AM now I'm checkin' the mix (ah yeah)
2 AM, now I'm evaluating the music mix


3 AM now he buyin' me drinks (what you drinkin' on?)
3 AM, now he is buying me drinks (what are you drinking?)


4 AM exit the club (let's go)
4 AM, leave the club (let's go)


5 AM think he gettin' some butt (that's right)
5 AM, he thinks he's going to have sex


6 AM nigga still ain't bust (what?)
6 AM, the guy still hasn't ejaculated (what?)


6:15 nigga will get up (uh)
6:15 AM, the guy will finally get up


7 AM gotta tell my friends (uh-huh)
7 AM, I need to inform my friends


12 AM I'ma do it again, uh, uh
12 AM, I'm going to do it again, uh, uh


I'ma do it again
I'm going to do it again


12 AM I'ma do it again
12 AM, I'm going to do it again


(Uh-huh, uh, uh.. let's go)
(Yeah, let's go)


12 AM on the way to the club
12 AM, I'm heading to the club


1 AM DJ made it a rub
1 AM, the DJ created an exciting atmosphere


2 AM now I'm gettin' with her
2 AM, now I'm getting intimate with her


3 AM now I'm splittin' with her
3 AM, now I'm leaving with her


4 AM at the waffle house
4 AM, we are at a restaurant called Waffle House


5 AM now we at my house
5 AM, now we are at my house


6 AM I be diggin' her out
6 AM, I am engaging in sexual activity with her


6:15 I be kickin' her out
6:15 AM, I am kicking her out


7 AM I'ma call my friends
7 AM, I'm going to call my friends


12 AM we gon' do it again
12 AM, we are going to do it again


We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again
We are going to do it again




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER, DWIGHT GRANT, KYAMBO JOSHUA, DANA STINSON

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@abrahampalmer8761

Both beans and hov killed this song period

@rockyward5007

This version of beans is one of the greatest rappers ever.. When beans was in the pocket he was unstoppable

@damariontaylor5232

Facts

@GregSkinner

yuo

@GregSkinner

he ate jay on a few tracks

@trunliving4567

One of his best verses! Jay wanted to school him to the business side. I think beans realized that later. Too late tho

@kekeedordu8422

dare i say up there with biggie flow wise when hes on a 100% incredible

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@jeremydavis7321

The B. Coming is lowkey one of the best rap albums of all time

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Classic album

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Best album of 2005 right after Tha Carter 2 and The Massacre

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