[00:00.00] 作词 : Lenny Kravitz/Ingrid Chavez/Joseph Simmons/David Blake/Shawn Carter/Lawrence Smith/Madonna Ciccone/Darryl McDaniels
[00:00.83] 作曲 : Lenny Kravitz/Ingrid Chavez/Joseph Simmons/David Blake/Shawn Carter/Lawrence Smith/Madonna Ciccone/Darryl McDaniels
[00:01.66]Uhh' this feel right right here Quik
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[00:06.91]It's like it's 'sposed to happen this one right here
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[00:11.01]Young God damn
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[00:18.36]let me justify my thug on this one right here
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[00:21.68]It goes one o'clock' two o'clock' three o'clock rock
[00:24.74]Five six seven o'clock' eight o'clock rock
[00:27.52]Eleven o'clock' twelve o'clock' the party bout to pop
[00:29.97]Then - Roc-A-Fella y'all' it's your boy S Dot
[00:32.78]And I ain't never been to jail; I ain't never pay a ****er
[00:35.43]To do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself
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[00:38.37]I will never tell even if it means sittin in a cell
[00:41.49]I ain't never ran' never will
[00:43.36]I ain't never been smacked; a ****er better keep his hands
[00:45.80]To himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt
[00:48.93]I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself
[00:51.21]Honesty' loyalty' friends and then wealth
[00:54.15]Death before dishonor and I tell you what else
[00:56.64]I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help
[00:59.30]Foolish pride is what held me together through the years
[01:01.88]I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself
[01:04.83]I just play the hand I'm dealt' I can't say I've never knelt
[01:08.18]Before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail
[01:10.51]But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself
[01:12.33]If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell
[01:15.08]'Til it's heaven
[01:16.20]Justify my thug
[01:17.63]My thug (hoping )
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[01:20.13]My thug (praying ) for you
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[01:24.98]To justify my thug
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[01:28.23]My thug (hoping )
[01:29.92]
[01:30.91]My thug (praying ) for you
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[01:36.72]Now if you shoot my dog' I'ma kill yo' cat
[01:39.66]Just the unwritten laws in rap - know dat
[01:42.16]For every action there's a reaction' don't have me relapsin
[01:45.15]Relaxin's what I'm about' but about mine
[01:47.85]Don't be actin like you can't see street action
[01:50.41]Take me back to +Reasonable Doubt+ time
[01:52.30]You see my mind's on the finish line' facin the wreck
[01:55.53]I put my muh'****ing faith in the tec' tell Satan not yet
[01:58.73]You understand I am chasin my breath
[02:00.99]I am narrowly escapin my death' oh yes
[02:03.68]I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster
[02:06.42]Travellin Mach 5' barrelin' my power can stop God
[02:09.49]God forgive me but I can't let them deliver me to you
[02:12.67]Until' I won this race' then eventually
[02:14.73]My engine gon' burn out' I get whatever is meant for me
[02:17.48]However it turns out fine - red line
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[02:41.15]They say an eye for an eye' we both lose our sight
[02:43.52]And two wrongs don't make a right
[02:45.83]But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life
[02:49.49]At what point does one fight (Good question right )
[02:51.80]'Fore you knock the war' try to put your dogs in it
[02:55.27]Ten-and-a-halfs' for a minute-and-a-half
[02:57.20]Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs
[03:00.26]When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag
[03:03.22]When your options is none and the pen is all you have
[03:05.36]Or the block' ****ers standin tight' there's limits on the ave
[03:08.19]Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash
[03:10.74]But can't put they name on paper cause' then you on blast
[03:13.71]Mr President' there's drugs in our residence
[03:16.33]Tell me what you want me to do' come break bread with us
[03:19.29]Mr Governor' I swear there's a cover up
[03:21.96]Every other corner there's a liquor store - ****ers is up

作词 : Lenny Kravitz/Ingrid Chavez/Joseph Simmons/David Blake/Shawn Carter/Lawrence Smith/Madonna Ciccone/Darryl McDaniels
作曲 : Lenny Kravitz/Ingrid Chavez/Joseph Simmons/David Blake/Shawn Carter/Lawrence Smith/Madonna Ciccone/Darryl McDaniels
Uhh' this feel right right here Quik
It's like it's 'sposed to happen this one right here
Young God damn
let me justify my thug on this one right here
It goes one o'clock' two o'clock' three o'clock rock
Five six seven o'clock' eight o'clock rock
Eleven o'clock' twelve o'clock' the party bout to pop
Then - Roc-A-Fella y'all' it's your boy S Dot
And I ain't never been to jail; I ain't never pay a ****er
To do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself
I will never tell even if it means sittin in a cell
I ain't never ran' never will
I ain't never been smacked; a ****er better keep his hands
To himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt
I never asked for nothin I don't demand of myself
Honesty' loyalty' friends and then wealth
Death before dishonor and I tell you what else
I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help
Foolish pride is what held me together through the years
I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself
I just play the hand I'm dealt' I can't say I've never knelt
Before God and asked for better cards at times to no avail
But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell
'Til it's heaven
Justify my thug
My thug (hoping )
My thug (praying ) for you
To justify my thug
My thug (hoping )
My thug (praying ) for you
Now if you shoot my dog' I'ma kill yo' cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap - know dat
For every action there's a reaction' don't have me relapsin
Relaxin's what I'm about' but about mine
Don't be actin like you can't see street action
Take me back to +Reasonable Doubt+ time
You see my mind's on the finish line' facin the wreck
I put my muh'****ing faith in the tec' tell Satan not yet
You understand I am chasin my breath
I am narrowly escapin my death' oh yes
I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster
Travellin Mach 5' barrelin' my power can stop God
God forgive me but I can't let them deliver me to you
Until' I won this race' then eventually
My engine gon' burn out' I get whatever is meant for me
However it turns out fine - red line
They say an eye for an eye' we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don't make a right
But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life
At what point does one fight (Good question right )
'Fore you knock the war' try to put your dogs in it
Ten-and-a-halfs' for a minute-and-a-half
Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs
When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag
When your options is none and the pen is all you have
Or the block' ****ers standin tight' there's limits on the ave
Tryin to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash
But can't put they name on paper cause' then you on blast
Mr President' there's drugs in our residence
Tell me what you want me to do' come break bread with us
Mr Governor' I swear there's a cover up
Every other corner there's a liquor store - ****ers is up