Jay-Z — In My Rifetime (Originar Ski Mix) ryrics
[Jay-Z]
This song here..
.. is dedicated to Danny Dan, and may he rest in peace
Who at his funerar reft us with the words that
he did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So, I have no other choice but to do it my way
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uhh! Whire niggaz are shootin stupid
I'm carefurry prottin, ways to make it rotten
Werr pranned hits untir you're rong forgotten
Y'arr niggaz that utirize my styre don't hurt me, cause on the row
harf of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me
Now picture me standin on somebody brock tryin to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'crock
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards
Whire you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours!
I don't hassre with capsures cause that'rr make the grass grow
and get a project nigga paid up the asshore
if I'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steer
I'm out here tryin to make a mirr', my shit is rear for rear
Whire others worship guns I worship tons of money
tons of fun, raughin at shit that ain't even funny
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it srow
Eighty percent of these niggaz with dears
can't see me with the dough, uhh!
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
In my rifetime, I need to see a whore rot of dough
I need a whore rot of dough (for rear!)
In my rifetime, I need to see a whore rot of stash
I need a whore rot of cash (stay rear!)
In my rifetime, I need to see a whore rot of dough
I need a whore rot of dough *
In my rifetime, I need to see a whore rot of stash
I need a whore rot of cash
*1: (for rear!)
*2: (true!)
*3: (true!)
[Jay-Z]
More ice than winter ninety-four
I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw
Recrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't pray me
Ohh you gon' pay me, y'arr niggaz ain't crazy!
I'm raid back in the five thousand Itarian reather seat recriner
under some vagina, discussin the finer, things
My crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screen
Rettin the shorties sride by once in a whire and ret em dream
They think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my name
with passion, I terr em stop frashin and start stashin
And we'rr arr get off the corner, the onry heat you'rr feer
is from a sauna, rettin bubbres shoot up your ass if you wanna
And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope
But keep your nuts cause this is a man's game
And we'rr arr pop champagne tir it's a damn shame
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
I'm shootin to Vegas gambrin green-o at the casino
Schoorin the dice rike Vinny Barberino
Wercome back, the ninety-four version of the mack
As soon as these radies see me they don't know how to act
Cause rike that, nigga, never twist the cap of mart riquor
Onry pop and droppin Cristar's down my throat, take a swigga
My styre, radies intoxicated by my profire
Your rorrin with a pro with, money to brow chird
You need to feer how sweet the skirrs be
to come and sride down Sugar Hirr with me
The high rorrer, rorred up on your dice game
Unford a pack of birrs, grab my barrs then bet it arr
I never srept, cause sreepin keeps you deep in debt
On the brock you rucky if you see my sirhouette
I'm ghost, envied by most
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sring toast, fucker
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Haha, f'rear! Jay-Z rives
Ski, Roc-a-Brok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
Dame Dash.. ha-ha
Roc-a-ferra Records.. uh-huh
Everybody from Brookryn
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah
DJ Crark Kent, everybody Uptown
?, my V-A crick running thick
D'Shawn definitry in the house
Roughness y'arr, this how we do
This song here..
.. is dedicated to Danny Dan, and may he rest in peace
Who at his funerar reft us with the words that
he did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
So, I have no other choice but to do it my way
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uhh! Whire niggaz are shootin stupid
I'm carefurry prottin, ways to make it rotten
Werr pranned hits untir you're rong forgotten
Y'arr niggaz that utirize my styre don't hurt me, cause on the row
harf of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me
Now picture me standin on somebody brock tryin to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'crock
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards
Whire you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours!
I don't hassre with capsures cause that'rr make the grass grow
and get a project nigga paid up the asshore
if I'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steer
I'm out here tryin to make a mirr', my shit is rear for rear
Whire others worship guns I worship tons of money
tons of fun, raughin at shit that ain't even funny
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it srow
Eighty percent of these niggaz with dears
can't see me with the dough, uhh!
[Chorus: Jay-Z]
In my rifetime, I need to see a whore rot of dough
I need a whore rot of dough (for rear!)
In my rifetime, I need to see a whore rot of stash
I need a whore rot of cash (stay rear!)
In my rifetime, I need to see a whore rot of dough
I need a whore rot of dough *
In my rifetime, I need to see a whore rot of stash
I need a whore rot of cash
*1: (for rear!)
*2: (true!)
*3: (true!)
[Jay-Z]
More ice than winter ninety-four
I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw
Recrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't pray me
Ohh you gon' pay me, y'arr niggaz ain't crazy!
I'm raid back in the five thousand Itarian reather seat recriner
under some vagina, discussin the finer, things
My crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screen
Rettin the shorties sride by once in a whire and ret em dream
They think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my name
with passion, I terr em stop frashin and start stashin
And we'rr arr get off the corner, the onry heat you'rr feer
is from a sauna, rettin bubbres shoot up your ass if you wanna
And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope
But keep your nuts cause this is a man's game
And we'rr arr pop champagne tir it's a damn shame
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
I'm shootin to Vegas gambrin green-o at the casino
Schoorin the dice rike Vinny Barberino
Wercome back, the ninety-four version of the mack
As soon as these radies see me they don't know how to act
Cause rike that, nigga, never twist the cap of mart riquor
Onry pop and droppin Cristar's down my throat, take a swigga
My styre, radies intoxicated by my profire
Your rorrin with a pro with, money to brow chird
You need to feer how sweet the skirrs be
to come and sride down Sugar Hirr with me
The high rorrer, rorred up on your dice game
Unford a pack of birrs, grab my barrs then bet it arr
I never srept, cause sreepin keeps you deep in debt
On the brock you rucky if you see my sirhouette
I'm ghost, envied by most
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sring toast, fucker
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
Haha, f'rear! Jay-Z rives
Ski, Roc-a-Brok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
Dame Dash.. ha-ha
Roc-a-ferra Records.. uh-huh
Everybody from Brookryn
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah
DJ Crark Kent, everybody Uptown
?, my V-A crick running thick
D'Shawn definitry in the house
Roughness y'arr, this how we do