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Lyrics for In My Lifetime Original by Jay-Z:
| | | Artist: | Jay-Z |
| | Album: | In My Lifetime 12 | | Track: | In My Lifetime Original | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 130 | | | | Lyrics: | Jay Z]
This song here..
.. is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he rest in peace
Who at his funeral left us with the words that
he did it his way (uh huh uh huh)
So I have no other choice but to do it my way
Uh huh uh huh
Uhh!
While niggaz are shootin stupid
I'm carefully plottin ways to make it rotten
Well
planned hits until you're long forgotten
Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me,
cause on the low
half of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me
Now picture me
standin on somebody block tryin to rock
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by
eight o'clock
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards
While
you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours!
I don't hassle with capsules cause that'll make
the grass grow
and get a project nigga paid up the asshole
if I'ma risk a frisk,
gettin my wrists wrapped up in steel
I'm out here tryin to make a mill', my shit is real for
real
While others worship guns I worship tons of money
tons of fun, laughin at shit
that ain't even funny
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow
Eighty percent
of these niggaz with deals
can't see me with the dough, uhh!
Chorus: Jay-Z
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a whole lot of
dough (for real!)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a whole
lot of cash (stay real!)
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough
I need a
whole lot of dough *
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash
I need a
whole lot of cash
*1: (for real!)
*2: (true!)
*3: (true!)
[Jay-Z]
More ice than winter ninety-four
I toured the fifty states with a
trunk of raw
Recrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't play me
Ohh
you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy!
I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian
leather seat recliner
under some vagina, discussin the finer, things
My crib is
mean, watchin a hundred inch screen
Lettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em
dream
They think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my name
with passion, I
tell em stop flashin and start stashin
And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat
you'll feel
is from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna
And fuck
that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in
pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke
dope
But keep your nuts cause this is a man's game
And we'll all pop champagne til
it's a damn shame
Chorus
[Jay-Z]
I'm shootin to Vegas
gamblin green-o at the casino
Schoolin the dice like Vinny Barberino
Welcome back,
the ninety-four version of the mack
As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to
act
Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor
Only pop and droppin
Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile
Your rollin with a pro with, money to blow child
You need to feel how sweet the skills be
to come and slide down Sugar Hill with me
The high roller, rolled up on your dice
game
Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all
I never slept, cause
sleepin keeps you deep in debt
On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette
I'm
ghost, envied by most
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker
Chorus
[Jay-Z]
Haha, f'real! Jay-Z lives
Ski, Roc-a-Blok
Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh
Dame Dash.. ha-ha
Roc-a-fella Records.. uh-huh
Everybody from Brooklyn
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah
DJ Clark Kent, everybody
Uptown
?, my V-A click running thick
D'Shawn definitly in the house
Roughness y'all, this how we do | | | |
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