Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Justify My Thug

Uhh, this feel right right here Quik
It`s like it`s `sposed to happen this one right here
Young! God damn..
.. let me justify my thug on this one right here

[Verse One: Jay-Z]
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 nigga
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 nigga 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

[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 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`fuckin 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!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Jay-Z]
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, niggaz 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 drugs 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 - fuck is up?

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Justify My Thug Uhh, this feel right right here Quik It`s like it`s `sposed to happen this one right here Young! God damn.. .. let me justify my thug on this one right here [Verse One: Jay-Z] 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 [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 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`fuckin 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! [Chorus] [Verse Three: Jay-Z] 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, niggaz 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 drugs 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 - fuck is up? [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Justify My Thug: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/2455.html Все тексты песен: Jay-Z » Jay-Z - Girls, girls, girls » Jay-Z - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life » Jay-Z - Come and Get Me » Jay-Z - I Just Wanna Love U (Give it 2 Me) » Jay-Z - Can`t Get With That » Jay-Z - S. Carter (feat. Amil) » Jay-Z - Coming of Age (Da Sequel) » Jay-Z - Super Ugly » Jay-Z - Blueprint 2 » Jay-Z - Intro/A Million And One Questions/Rhyme » Jay-Z - Super Ugly (Dissing Nas) » Jay-Z - Intro / A Million And One Questions / Rhyme No Mor » Jay-Z - The Ruler`s Back » Jay-Z - In My Lifetime Vol. 1 » Jay-Z - Paper Chase » Jay-Z - Snoopy Track (feat. Juvenile) » Jay-Z - I Just Wanna Love U (Give it 2 Me) » Jay-Z - Change Clothes » Jay-Z - Squeeze 1st » Jay-Z - Blueprint (Momma Loves Me) Рекомендуем скачать: » Машина Времени - Мой друг лучше всех играет блюз » М.Зайцева - Вера и любовь » Мария Кочеткова - Колыбельная » Михаил Щербаков - Новый гений » Мёртвые дельфины - На моей луне » Михаил Кочетков - Одесская с Петровичем » Марина Самаркина - Принимая что есть и не сетуя... » Михаил Басаев - Транспорт » Михаил Сипер - Памяти Вадима Егорова, задохнувшегося в Н.Тагиле » Марк Шмулевич, Петр Давыдов - Письма » Маша и медведи - Московская » Михаил Шуфутинский - Серега » Мария Гескина - Колыбельная поневоле » Михаил Щербаков - Пешком с востока стремясь на юг... » Михаил Кукулевич - Томясь неутолимым голодом... » Михаил Неволин - Сентиментальное танго » Машина Времени - Я видел, как в комнату, не знавшую тревог » Михаил Боярский - Так не должно быть » Михаил Трегер - Сказка кончилась, погашены улыбки... » Мистер Твистер - Блюз пухлых рук
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