Uhh, this feel right right here Quik
It`s like it`s `sposed 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 o`clock, two o`clock, three o`clock rock
Five six seven o`clock, eight o`clock rock
Eleven o`clock, twelve o`clock, the party bout to pop
Then - Roc-A-Fella y`all, it`s your boy S. Dot
And I ain`t never been to jail; I ain`t 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 ain`t never ran, never will
I ain`t never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands
to himself or get clapped for what`s under that man`s belt
I never asked for nothin I don`t demand of myself
Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth
Death before dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my belt `fore I beg for help
Foolish pride is what held me together through the years
I wasn`t felt which is why I ain`t never played myself
I just play the hand I`m dealt, I can`t say I`ve 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 don`t give me heaven I`ll raise hell
`Til it`s 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, I`ma kill yo` cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap - know dat
For every action there`s a reaction, don`t have me relapsin
Relaxin`s what I`m about, but about mine
Don`t be actin like you can`t see street action
Take me back to +Reasonable Doubt+ time
You see my mind`s on the finish line, facin the wreck
I put my muh`fuckin 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 can`t let them deliver me to you
Until, I won this race, then eventually
My engine gon` 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 don`t make a right
But when you been wrong and you know all along that it`s just one life
At what point does one fight? (Good question right!)
`Fore 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 ain`t in the bag
When your options is none and the pen is all you have
or the block, niggaz standin tight, there`s limits on the ave
Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash
But can`t put they name on paper cause, then you on blast
Mr. President, there`s drugs in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us
Mr. Governor, I swear there`s a cover up
Every other corner there`s a liquor store - fuck is up?
[Chorus]
