Tonalité : E major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I heard you from night to morning,
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dawn to dusk
Kidnapping rivalries
like you gone with us
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I held round table meetings
so we could go on and discuss
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Not only money but all the emotions
going through us
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Why we don't cry when niggas die
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That's how the street raised him,
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look in the air and say a prayer
Hoping God forgave him,
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cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice
Pour it to the pavement,
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we live dangers
Often finding ourselves
in the eyes of strangers
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My dream is big, and in it my team is rich
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As seen through the eyes
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of a nig ga who ain't seen shit
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Back to live action, I'm packing,
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I'm still in the mix
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Like new hits,
I think I'm going over your head a little bit
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But I'll let you know why I
change names
when I roam through town
Stay free and be who
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I'm professionally known as now
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Jay motherfuckin' C
and with that sad back
Dan Shawn Carter the Hustler
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Jay Z is dead and uh
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Think that's good? No, no, no
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Huh yeah,
Think that's good? Huh yeah
Ugh
Think that's good?
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Think that's good? No, no
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Huh yeah,
Think that's good? Huh yeah
Ugh
Think that's good?
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My infatuation with autos,
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let the autos getting sprayed
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Houses getting broken and
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quarters getting trade
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Bricks getting chopped,
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mom's pots getting used
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One thrown in that water,
try to soda it to two
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Expensive shoes worn,
Louis Vuitton seats, roof gone
Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon
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I got it through Sean,
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cause even when Jay -Z was lukewarm
I was getting my loot on,
nigga I'm too strong
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Eat till the food's gone,
they place me on the surf
The twin brother, Rich Porter,
separated at birth
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I got the soul of a hustler,
quiet noise like a muffler
Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto,
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see the place that corrupted us
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Learn why we buck ass,
the guys that come up with us
Ain't enough bucks for
us to split in this shit
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Plus ain't nobody lov in' us
And with that said, back to Sean Carter the hustler
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Jay -Z is dead and uh -uh
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Spit my love
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Oh yeah, spit
Oh yeah, spit
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See my life is like a seesaw
And until I move this weight
it's gon' keep me to the floor
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Travel with me
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through my deep thoughts
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Y can't learn jigger by this shit
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y 'all be reading in the swords
It's deeper of course,
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follow the life of this reckless miner
At sixteen and a six hundred,
unlicensed driver
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Playing cops and robbers,
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like shots can't stop us
Flippin' a bird to the choppers,
buck thirty on the turns
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Reckless abandon,
when I'm standing on this pedal
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Hand on my medal,
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mindless on this time they tryna get me
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Lord help me, all I ever wanted to
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be was wealthy or
Somebody to tell me that they felt me
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I tried to play the hand you dealt me
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But you gave me five funnies and shit
I was hungry,
I needed my nudge money
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Nothin' less than a 520
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And with that said, back at Sean Carter
the Hustler Jay -Z is out!
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