文本歌词

Uhh this feel right right here Quik
It's like it's 'sposed to happen this one right here
Young God d**n
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 jail I ain't never pay a n***a
To do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself
I will never tell even if it means sittin in a cell
I ain't never ran never will
I ain't never been smacked a n***a better keep his hands
To himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt
I never asked for nothin 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 feelin sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell
'Til it's heaven
Justify my thug
My thug
Hoping
My thug
Praying
For you
To justify my thug
My thug
Hoping
My thug
Praying
For you
Now if you shoot my dog I'ma kill yo' cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap know dat
For every action there's a reaction don't have me relapsin
Relaxin's what I'm about but about mine
Don't be actin like you can't see street action
Take me back to Reasonable Doubt time
You see my mind's on the finish line facin the wreck
I put my muh'f**kin faith in the tec tell Satan not yet
You understand I am chasin my breath
I am narrowly escapin my death oh yes
I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster
Travellin Mach 5 barrelin 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
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 grinnin 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 n***az standin tight there's limits on the ave
Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash
But can't put they name on paper cause then you on blast
Mr President there's d**gs 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