Uhh, this feel right right here Quik
Itīs like itīs īsposed to happen this one right here
Young! God damn..
.. let me justify my thug on this one right here
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
It goes one oīclock, two oīclock, three oīclock rock
Five six seven oīclock, eight oīclock rock
Eleven oīclock, twelve oīclock, the party bout to pop
Then - Roc-A-Fella yīall, itīs your boy S. Dot
And I ainīt never been to jail; I ainīt never pay a nigga
to do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself
I will never tell even if it means sittin in a cell
I ainīt never ran, never will
I ainīt never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands
to himself or get clapped for whatīs under that manīs belt
I never asked for nothin I donīt demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth
Death before dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my belt īfore I beg for help
Foolish pride is what held me together through the years
I wasnīt felt which is why I ainīt never played myself
I just play the hand Iīm dealt, I canīt say Iīve never knelt
before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself
If you donīt give me heaven Iīll raise hell
īTil itīs heaven
[Chorus - imitating Madonna]
Justify my thug!
"For you!" - [Run-D.M.C.]
My thug.. (hoping..)
My thug.. (praying..) for you
to justify my thug!
My thug.. (hoping..)
My thug.. (praying..) for you..
"For you! Fresh" - [Run-D.M.C.]
[Verse Two: Jay-Z]
Now if you shoot my dog, Iīma kill yoī cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap - know dat
For every action thereīs a reaction, donīt have me relapsin
Relaxinīs what Iīm about, but about mine
Donīt be actin like you canīt see street action
Take me back to ??? Doubt time
You see my mindīs on the finish line, facin the wreck
I put my muhīfuckin faith in the tec, tell Satan not yet
You understand I am chasin my breath
I am narrowly escapin my death, oh yes
I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster
Travellin Mach 5, barrelin, my power can stop God
God forgive me but I canīt let them deliver me to you
Until, I won this race, then eventually
My engine gonī burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
However it turns out fine - red line!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Jay-Z]
They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight
And two wrongs donīt make a right
But when you been wrong and you know all along that itīs just one life
At what point does one fight? (Good question right!)
īFore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs
When you play the game of life and the win ainīt in the bag
When your options is none and the pen is all you have
or the block, niggaz standin tight, thereīs limits on the ave
Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash
But canīt put they name on paper cause, then you on blast
Mr. President, thereīs drugs in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear thereīs a cover up
Every other corner thereīs a liquor store - fuck is up?
[Chorus]
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