[Jay-Z]
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This song here.... is dedicated to Danny Dan, and may he rest in peace
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Who at his funeral left us with the words that
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he did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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So, I have no other choice but to do it my way
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Uh-huh, uh-huh
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Uhh! While niggaz are shootin stupid
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I'm carefully plottin, ways to make it rotten
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Well planned hits until you're long forgotten
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Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me, cause on the low
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half of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me
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Now picture me standin on somebody block tryin to rock
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I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock
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My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards
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While you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours!
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I don't hassle with capsules cause that'll make the grass grow
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and get a project nigga paid up the asshole
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if I'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steel
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I'm out here tryin to make a mill', my shit is real for real
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While others worship guns I worship tons of money
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tons of fun, laughin at shit that ain't even funny
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So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow
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Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals
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can't see me with the dough, uhh!
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[Chorus: Jay-Z]
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In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
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I need a whole lot of dough (for real!)
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In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
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I need a whole lot of cash (stay real!)
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In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
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I need a whole lot of dough *
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In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
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I need a whole lot of cash
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*1: (for real!)
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*2: (true!)
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*3: (true!)
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[Jay-Z]
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More ice than winter ninety-four
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I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw
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Recrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't play me
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Ohh you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy!
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I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner
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under some vagina, discussin the finer, things
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My crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screen
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Lettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em dream
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They think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my name
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with passion, I tell em stop flashin and start stashin
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And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel
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is from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna
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And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
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pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope
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But keep your nuts cause this is a man's game
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And we'll all pop champagne til it's a damn shame
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[Chorus]
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[Jay-Z]
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I'm shootin to Vegas gamblin green-o at the casino
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Schoolin the dice like Vinny Barberino
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Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack
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As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act
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Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor
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Only pop and droppin Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
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My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
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Your rollin with a pro with, money to blow child
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You need to feel how sweet the skills be
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to come and slide down Sugar Hill with me
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The high roller, rolled up on your dice game
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Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all
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I never slept, cause sleepin keeps you deep in debt
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On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette
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I'm ghost, envied by most
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So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker
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[Chorus]
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[Jay-Z]
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Haha, f'real! Jay-Z lives
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Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
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Dame Dash.. ha-ha
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Roc-a-fella Records.. uh-huh
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Everybody from Brooklyn
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Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah
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DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown
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?, my V-A click running thick
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D'Shawn definitly in the house
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Roughness y'all, this how we do
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In My Lifetime (Original Ski Mix)
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