โหลดเพลง mp3 Justify My Thug (Album Version (Edited)) - Jay-Z

Justify My Thug (Album Version (Edited)) - Jay-Z
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

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 jaili ain't never pay a ni**a
To do no dirt for me i was scared to do myself
I will never tell even if it means sitting in a cell
I ain't never ran never will
I ain't never been smackeda ni**a better keep his hands
To himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt
I never asked for nothing 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 feeling sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven i'll raise hell
'Til it's heaven
My thug
For you
My thug hoping

My thug praying for you
To justify my thug

My thug hoping

My thug praying for you
For you fresh
Now if you shoot my dog i'm a kill yo' cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap know dat
For every action there's a reaction
Don't have me relapsing
Relaxin's what i'm about but about mine
Don't be acting like you can't see street action
Take me back to reasonable doubt time
You see my mind's on the finish line
Facing the wreck
I put my muh'f**king faith in the tec
Tell satan not yet
You understand i am chasing my breath
I am narrowly escaping my death oh yes
I am the michael schumacher of the roc roster
Travelling mach 5 barreling
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
Justify my thug
For you
My thug hoping
My thug praying for you

To justify my thug

My thug hoping

My thug praying for you

For you fresh
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 grinning 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 standing tight
There's limits on the ave
Tryin to cop or shot-call they self cleansing 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 f**k is up
Justify my thug
For you
My thug hoping

My thug praying for you
For you
To justify my thug
For you
My thug hoping

My thug praying for you
For you fresh