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  • 作词 : Carter, Davis, Francis, Howard
    {sung vocals}
    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 hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk
    Kidnap and robberies like, (c'mon *****) 'You goin with us'
    I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discuss
    not only money but all the emotions goin through us
    Why we don't cry when ****** die, that's how the street raised him
    Look in the air, say a prayer (hail mary) hopin God forgave him
    Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement
    We live dangerous, often findin ourself in the eyes of strangers
    (Who the **** is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is rich
    as seen through the eyes of a ***** who ain't seen ****
    Back to live action, I'm packin, I'm still in the mix
    like new hits, I think I'm goin over your head a lil' bit
    But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
    Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
    Jay-**********in-Z; and with that said
    back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh
    [Hook]
    [Jay-Z]
    My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin sprayed
    Houses gettin broken in, quarters gettin trayed
    Bricks gettin chopped, mom's pots gettin used
    One thrown in that water, try the soda in there too
    Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seat, roof gone
    Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon
    I gotta do Shawn, cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm
    I was gettin my loot on, ***** I'm too strong
    Eat til the food's gone, they placed me on this earth
    The twin brother of rich/poor though, seperated at birth
    I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler
    **** with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
    Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us
    Ain't enough bucks for us to split in this ****
    Plus ain't nobody lovin us; and with that said
    back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh
    [Hook]
    [Jay-Z]
    See my life is like a see-saw
    And until I move this weight it's gon' keep me to the floor
    Travel with me through my deep thoughts
    Y'all can't learn Jigga by the **** y'all be readin in The Source;
    It's deeper of course
    Follow the life of this reckless minor
    At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver
    Playin, cops and robbers, like shots can't stop us
    Flippin a bird to the choppers (**** you coppers)
    Buck-thirty on the turns
    Reckless abandon, when I'm standin on this pedal
    Hand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin to give me
    Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or
    somebody to tell me that they felt me
    I tried to play the hand you dealt me
    but you gave me five funnies an' ****
    I was hungry I need menage money
    Nothin less than a 520; and with that said
    back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is *BLAM*
    {Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh}
  • 作词 : Carter, Davis, Francis, Howard
    {sung vocals}
    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 hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk
    Kidnap and robberies like, (c'mon *****) 'You goin with us'
    I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discuss
    not only money but all the emotions goin through us
    Why we don't cry when ****** die, that's how the street raised him
    Look in the air, say a prayer (hail mary) hopin God forgave him
    Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement
    We live dangerous, often findin ourself in the eyes of strangers
    (Who the **** is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is rich
    as seen through the eyes of a ***** who ain't seen ****
    Back to live action, I'm packin, I'm still in the mix
    like new hits, I think I'm goin over your head a lil' bit
    But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
    Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now
    Jay-**********in-Z; and with that said
    back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh
    [Hook]
    [Jay-Z]
    My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin sprayed
    Houses gettin broken in, quarters gettin trayed
    Bricks gettin chopped, mom's pots gettin used
    One thrown in that water, try the soda in there too
    Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seat, roof gone
    Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon
    I gotta do Shawn, cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm
    I was gettin my loot on, ***** I'm too strong
    Eat til the food's gone, they placed me on this earth
    The twin brother of rich/poor though, seperated at birth
    I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler
    **** with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
    Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us
    Ain't enough bucks for us to split in this ****
    Plus ain't nobody lovin us; and with that said
    back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh
    [Hook]
    [Jay-Z]
    See my life is like a see-saw
    And until I move this weight it's gon' keep me to the floor
    Travel with me through my deep thoughts
    Y'all can't learn Jigga by the **** y'all be readin in The Source;
    It's deeper of course
    Follow the life of this reckless minor
    At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver
    Playin, cops and robbers, like shots can't stop us
    Flippin a bird to the choppers (**** you coppers)
    Buck-thirty on the turns
    Reckless abandon, when I'm standin on this pedal
    Hand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin to give me
    Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or
    somebody to tell me that they felt me
    I tried to play the hand you dealt me
    but you gave me five funnies an' ****
    I was hungry I need menage money
    Nothin less than a 520; and with that said
    back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is *BLAM*
    {Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh}