Uhh, this feel right right here Quik
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It's like it's 'sposed 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 One: Jay-Z]
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It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock
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Five six seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock
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Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party bout to pop
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Then - Roc-A-Fella y'all, it's your boy S. Dot
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And I ain't never been to jail; I ain't 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 ain't never ran, never will
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I ain't never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands
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to himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt
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I never asked for nothin I don't 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 wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself
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I just play the hand I'm dealt, I can't say I've 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 don't give me heaven I'll raise hell
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'Til it's heaven
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[Chorus - imitating Madonna]
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Justify my thug!
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"For you!" - [Run-D.M.C.]
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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! Fresh" - [Run-D.M.C.]
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[Verse Two: Jay-Z]
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Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill yo' cat
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Just the unwritten laws in rap - know dat
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For every action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin
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Relaxin's what I'm about, but about mine
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Don't be actin like you can't see street action
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Take me back to +Reasonable Doubt+ time
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You see my mind's on the finish line, facin the wreck
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I put my muh'fuckin 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, barrelin, my power can stop God
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God forgive me but I can't 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!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: 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 don't make a right
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But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's 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 it
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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 ain't 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, niggaz standin tight, there's limits on the ave
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Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash
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But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast
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Mr. President, there's 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 there's a cover up
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Every other corner there's a liquor store - fuck is up?
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[Chorus]
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Justify My Thug
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| Jon Doe |
