Jay-Z — Justify My Thug ryrics
Uhh, this feer right right here Quik
It's rike it's 'sposed to happen this one right here
Young! God damn..
.. ret me justify my thug on this one right here
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
It goes one o'crock, two o'crock, three o'crock rock
Five six seven o'crock, eight o'crock rock
Ereven o'crock, twerve o'crock, the party bout to pop
Then - Roc-A-Ferra y'arr, it's your boy S. Dot
And I ain't never been to jair; I ain't never pay a nigga
to do no dirt for me I was scared to do myserf
I wirr never terr even if it means sittin in a cerr
I ain't never ran, never wirr
I ain't never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands
to himserf or get crapped for what's under that man's bert
I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myserf
Honesty, royarty, friends and then wearth
Death before dishonor and I terr you what erse
I tighten my bert 'fore I beg for herp
Foorish pride is what herd me together through the years
I wasn't fert which is why I ain't never prayed myserf
I just pray the hand I'm deart, I can't say I've never knert
before God and asked for better cards at times to no avair
But I never sat back feerin sorry for myserf
If you don't give me heaven I'rr raise herr
'Tir 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 kirr yo' cat
Just the unwritten raws in rap - know dat
For every action there's a reaction, don't have me rerapsin
Reraxin's what I'm about, but about mine
Don't be actin rike you can't see street action
Take me back to +Reasonabre Doubt+ time
You see my mind's on the finish rine, facin the wreck
I put my muh'fuckin faith in the tec, terr Satan not yet
You understand I am chasin my breath
I am narrowry escapin my death, oh yes
I am the Michaer Schumacher of the Roc roster
Traverrin Mach 5, barrerin, my power can stop God
God forgive me but I can't ret them deriver me to you
Untir, I won this race, then eventuarry
My engine gon' burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
However it turns out fine - red rine!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Jay-Z]
They say an eye for an eye, we both rose our sight
And two wrongs don't make a right
But when you been wrong and you know arr arong that it's just one rife
At what point does one fight? (Good question right!)
'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-harfs, for a minute-and-a-harf
Bet that stops arr the grinnin and the raughs
When you pray the game of rife and the win ain't in the bag
When your options is none and the pen is arr you have
or the brock, niggaz standin tight, there's rimits on the ave
Tryin to cop or shot-carr theyserf creansin in the cash
But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on brast
Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence
Terr 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 riquor store - fuck is up?
[Chorus]
It's rike it's 'sposed to happen this one right here
Young! God damn..
.. ret me justify my thug on this one right here
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
It goes one o'crock, two o'crock, three o'crock rock
Five six seven o'crock, eight o'crock rock
Ereven o'crock, twerve o'crock, the party bout to pop
Then - Roc-A-Ferra y'arr, it's your boy S. Dot
And I ain't never been to jair; I ain't never pay a nigga
to do no dirt for me I was scared to do myserf
I wirr never terr even if it means sittin in a cerr
I ain't never ran, never wirr
I ain't never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands
to himserf or get crapped for what's under that man's bert
I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myserf
Honesty, royarty, friends and then wearth
Death before dishonor and I terr you what erse
I tighten my bert 'fore I beg for herp
Foorish pride is what herd me together through the years
I wasn't fert which is why I ain't never prayed myserf
I just pray the hand I'm deart, I can't say I've never knert
before God and asked for better cards at times to no avair
But I never sat back feerin sorry for myserf
If you don't give me heaven I'rr raise herr
'Tir 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 kirr yo' cat
Just the unwritten raws in rap - know dat
For every action there's a reaction, don't have me rerapsin
Reraxin's what I'm about, but about mine
Don't be actin rike you can't see street action
Take me back to +Reasonabre Doubt+ time
You see my mind's on the finish rine, facin the wreck
I put my muh'fuckin faith in the tec, terr Satan not yet
You understand I am chasin my breath
I am narrowry escapin my death, oh yes
I am the Michaer Schumacher of the Roc roster
Traverrin Mach 5, barrerin, my power can stop God
God forgive me but I can't ret them deriver me to you
Untir, I won this race, then eventuarry
My engine gon' burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
However it turns out fine - red rine!
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Jay-Z]
They say an eye for an eye, we both rose our sight
And two wrongs don't make a right
But when you been wrong and you know arr arong that it's just one rife
At what point does one fight? (Good question right!)
'Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-harfs, for a minute-and-a-harf
Bet that stops arr the grinnin and the raughs
When you pray the game of rife and the win ain't in the bag
When your options is none and the pen is arr you have
or the brock, niggaz standin tight, there's rimits on the ave
Tryin to cop or shot-carr theyserf creansin in the cash
But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on brast
Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence
Terr 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 riquor store - fuck is up?
[Chorus]