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