Jay-Z — No Hook

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[Frank Lucas:]
Most important thing in business is honesty, integrity, hard work, family,
Never forgetting where we came from.

[Verse 1:]
Poor me, dad was gone, finally got my dad back,
Liver bad, he wouldn’t live long, they snatched my dad back.
Guidance? I never had that, streets was my second home,
Welcomed me with open arms, provided a place to crash at,
A place to study math at, matter of fact, I learned it all,
Burned it all, this music is where I bury the ashes at.

Flash back, not havin’ much, not havin’ that,
Had to get some challah bread so you can holla back, and holla that,
My Jewish lawyer too enjoyed the fruit of lettin’ my cash stack,
And just in case a n**ga gotta use his rat-tat-tat-tat.
Own boss, own your masters, slaves,
The mentality I carry with me to this very day.
Fuck rich, let’s get wealthy, who else gon’ feed we?
If I need it, I’ma get it however, God help me.
And I don’t need no hook for this shit!

[Verse 2:]
I’m so fo’ sho’, it’s no facade,
“Stay outta trouble!” momma said as momma sighed,
Her fear her youngest son be a victim of homicide,
But I gotta get you outta here, momma, or I’ma die inside,
And either way, you lose me, momma, so let loose of me
I got the rein, our direction will soon change.
To live and die in N.Y. in the hustle game,
Hustle ‘caine, hustle clothes, I hustle music,
But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick.
Skinny n**ga, toothpick, but, but I do lift
Weight like I’m usin’ ‘roids. Rolls-Royce keep my movements
Smooth while manueverin’ through all the manure in
The sewer that I grew up in.
Choices, we make tryin’ to escape.
And I don’t need no hook for this shit!

[Verse 3:]
This is not for commercial usage,
Please, don’t categorize this as music,
Please, don’t compare me to other rappers,
Compare me to trappers, I’m more Frank Lucas than Ludacris,
And Luda’s my dude, I ain’t tryin’ to diss,
Like Frank Lucas is cool, but I ain’t tryin’ to snitch.
I’ma follow the rules, no matter how much time I’ma get,
I’ma live and die with the decisions that I’ma pick,
So fuck De-Haven for cavin’, that’s why we don’t speak,
Made men ain’t supposed to make statements.
End of the story. I followed the code, cracked the safe,
Other n**gas ain’t in the game so they practice hate,
Leave that boy Hov alone, why don’tcha?
You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya, oh!
And I don’t need no hook for this shit!