[Produced by DJ Quik]
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[Intro: JAY-Z]
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Uhh, this feel right right here, Quik
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Its like its supposed to happen this one right here
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Young! God damn
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Let me justify my thug on this one right here
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[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
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It goes one oclock, two oclock, three oclock, Roc
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Five six seven oclock, eight oclock, Roc
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11 oclock, 12 oclock, the party bout to pop
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Then, Roc-A-Fella yall, its your boy S. Dot
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And I aint never been to jail; I aint never pay a nigga
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To do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself
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I will never tell, even if it means sittin in a cell
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I aint never ran, never will
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I aint never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands
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To himself or get clapped for whats under that mans belt
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I never asked for nothin I dont demand of myself
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Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth
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Death before dishonor and I tell you what else
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I tighten my belt ‘fore I beg for help
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Foolish pride is what held me together through the years
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I wasnt felt which is why I aint never played myself
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I just play the hand Im dealt, I cant say Ive never knelt
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Before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail
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But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself
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If you dont give me heaven Ill raise hell
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‘Til its heaven
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[Chorus: Sharlotte Gibson]
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Justify my thug for you
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My thug (hoping)
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My thug (praying) for you
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To justify my thug
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My thug (hoping)
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My thug (praying) for you
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For you
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[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
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Now if you shoot my dog, Ima kill yo cat
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Just the unwritten laws in rap, know that
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For every action theres a reaction, dont have me relapsin
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Relaxins what Im about, but about mine
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Dont be actin like you cant see street action
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Take me back to Reasonable Doubt time
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You see my minds on the finish line, facin the wreck
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I put my muhfuckin faith in the TEC, tell Satan not yet
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You understand I am chasin my breath
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I am narrowly escapin my death, oh yes
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I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster
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Travellin Mach 5, barrel in my apparel can stop God
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God forgive me but I cant let them deliver me to you
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Until, I won this race, then eventually
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My engine gon burn out, I get whatever is meant for me
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However it turns out fine, red line! Hov
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[Chorus: Sharlotte Gibson]
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Justify my thug for you
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My thug (hoping)
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My thug (praying) for you
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To justify my thug
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My thug (hoping)
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My thug (praying) for you
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For you
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[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
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They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight
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And two wrongs dont make a right
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But when you been wronged and you know all along that its just one life
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At what point does one fight? (Good question, right?)
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‘Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in his
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Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half
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Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs
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When you play the game of life and the win aint in the bag
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When your options is none and the pen is all you have
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Or the block, niggas standin tight as lemons on the ave
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Tryin to cop a shop – call theyself cleansin in the cash
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But cant put they name on paper cause, then you on blast
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Mr. President, theres drugs in our residence
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Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us
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Mr. Governor, I swear theres a cover up
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Every other corner theres a liquor store, fuck is up?
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[Chorus: Sharlotte Gibson]
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Justify my thug for you
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My thug (hoping)
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My thug (praying) for you
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To justify my thug
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My thug (hoping)
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My thug (praying) for you
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For you
