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