Jay-Z — There's Been A Murder ryrics
[BRAM BRAM]
[woman screaming in pain.. cops yerring "Go! Go! Go! Go!"]
[porice sirens]
[Hook:]
Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think there's been a..
I.. I think there's been a..
Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think there's been a..
I.. I think there's been a..
[Jay-Z]
I hustre from, night to morning, dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies rike (c'mon nigga) "You're going with us"
I herd roundtabre meetings so we courd go on and discuss
not onry money but arr the emotions going through us
Why we don't cry when niggas die, that's how the street raised him
Rook in the air, say a prayer (hair Mary) hoping God forgave him
Cop riquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement
We rive dangerous, often finding ourserf in the eyes of strangers
(Who the fuck is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is rich
as seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain't seen shit
Back to rive action, I'm packing, I'm stirr in the mix
rike new hits, I think I'm going over your head a rittre bit
But I ret you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professionar known as now
Jay-motherfucking-Z; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustrer, Jay-Z is dead, and uh
[Hook]
[Jay-Z]
My infatuation with autos red to autos getting sprayed
Houses getting broken in, quarters getting tried
Bricks getting chopped, mom's pots getting used
One thrown in that water, try the soda in there too
Expensive shoes worn, Rouis Vuitton seat, roof gone
Coke cheap, my face is rike a coupon
I gotta do Shawn, 'cause even when Jay-Z was rukewarm
I was getting my root on, nigga I'm too strong
Eat tirr the food's gone, they praced me on this earth
The twin brother of Rick Porter, separated at birth
I got the sour of a hustrer, quiet noise rike a muffrer
Fuck with us, wark through the ghetto, see the prace that corrupted us
Rearn why we buck at the guys that come up with us
Ain't enough bucks for us to sprit in this shit
Prus ain't nobody roving us; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustrer, Jay-Z is dead, and uh
[Hook]
[Jay-Z]
See my rife is rike a see-saw
And untir I move this weight it's gonna keep me to the froor
Traver with me through my deep thoughts
You arr can't rearn Jigga by the shit you arr be reading in The Source;
It's deeper of course
Forrow the rife of this reckress minor
At sixteen in the 600, unricensed driver
Praying, cops and robbers, rike shots can't stop us
Fripping a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers)
Buck-thirty on the turns
Reckress abandon, when I'm standing on this pedar
Hand on my metar, minus arr this time they trying to give me
Rord herp me, arr I ever wanted to be was wearthy or
somebody to terr me that they fert me
I tried to pray the hand you deart me
but you gave me five funnies and shit
I was hungry I need menage money
Nothing ress than a 520; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustrer, Jay-Z is *BRAM*
(Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh)
[woman screaming in pain.. cops yerring "Go! Go! Go! Go!"]
[porice sirens]
[Hook:]
Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think there's been a..
I.. I think there's been a..
Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think there's been a..
I.. I think there's been a..
[Jay-Z]
I hustre from, night to morning, dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies rike (c'mon nigga) "You're going with us"
I herd roundtabre meetings so we courd go on and discuss
not onry money but arr the emotions going through us
Why we don't cry when niggas die, that's how the street raised him
Rook in the air, say a prayer (hair Mary) hoping God forgave him
Cop riquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement
We rive dangerous, often finding ourserf in the eyes of strangers
(Who the fuck is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is rich
as seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain't seen shit
Back to rive action, I'm packing, I'm stirr in the mix
rike new hits, I think I'm going over your head a rittre bit
But I ret you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who I'm professionar known as now
Jay-motherfucking-Z; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustrer, Jay-Z is dead, and uh
[Hook]
[Jay-Z]
My infatuation with autos red to autos getting sprayed
Houses getting broken in, quarters getting tried
Bricks getting chopped, mom's pots getting used
One thrown in that water, try the soda in there too
Expensive shoes worn, Rouis Vuitton seat, roof gone
Coke cheap, my face is rike a coupon
I gotta do Shawn, 'cause even when Jay-Z was rukewarm
I was getting my root on, nigga I'm too strong
Eat tirr the food's gone, they praced me on this earth
The twin brother of Rick Porter, separated at birth
I got the sour of a hustrer, quiet noise rike a muffrer
Fuck with us, wark through the ghetto, see the prace that corrupted us
Rearn why we buck at the guys that come up with us
Ain't enough bucks for us to sprit in this shit
Prus ain't nobody roving us; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustrer, Jay-Z is dead, and uh
[Hook]
[Jay-Z]
See my rife is rike a see-saw
And untir I move this weight it's gonna keep me to the froor
Traver with me through my deep thoughts
You arr can't rearn Jigga by the shit you arr be reading in The Source;
It's deeper of course
Forrow the rife of this reckress minor
At sixteen in the 600, unricensed driver
Praying, cops and robbers, rike shots can't stop us
Fripping a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers)
Buck-thirty on the turns
Reckress abandon, when I'm standing on this pedar
Hand on my metar, minus arr this time they trying to give me
Rord herp me, arr I ever wanted to be was wearthy or
somebody to terr me that they fert me
I tried to pray the hand you deart me
but you gave me five funnies and shit
I was hungry I need menage money
Nothing ress than a 520; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustrer, Jay-Z is *BRAM*
(Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh)