Jay Z — Justify My Thug

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[Intro:]
Uh, this feel right right here, Quik!
It’s like it’s supposed to happen this one right here.
Young, goddamn!
Let me justify my thug on this one right here.

[Verse 1:]
It goes one o’clock, two o’clock, three o’clock, Roc!
Five six seven o’clock, eight o’clock, Roc!
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 n**ga
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 n**ga better keep his hands
To himself or get clapped for what’s under that man’s belt,
I never asked for nothing 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
Till it’s heaven.

[Chorus:]
Justify my thug for you!
My thug… Hoping,
My thug… Praying for you
To justify my thug!
My thug… Hoping,
My thug… Praying for you,
For you! Fresh.

[Verse 2:]
Now if you shoot my dawg, I’ma kill yo’ cat,
Just the unwritten laws in rap, know that
For every action there’s a reaction, don’t have me relapsin’,
Relaxing’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 mothafuckin’ 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, barrel in my apparel 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!

[Chorus:]
Justify my thug for you!
My thug… Hoping,
My thug… Praying for you
To justify my thug!
My thug… Hoping,
My thug… Praying for you,
For you! Fresh.

[Verse 3:]
They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight
And two wrongs don’t make a right,
But when you been wronged 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 his
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 n**gas standin’ tight as lemons on the ave
Tryna cop a shop, 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, fuck is up?

[Chorus:]
Justify my thug for you!
My thug… Hoping,
My thug… Praying for you
To justify my thug!
My thug… Hoping,
My thug… Praying for you,
For you! Fresh.