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[*BLAM BLAM*] [*woman screaming in pain*.. cops yelling "Go! Go! Go! Go!"] [*police sirens*] [Hook:] {sung vocals} Think there´s been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I ahh, think there´s been a.. I.. I think there´s been a.. Think there´s been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I ahh, think there´s been a.. I.. I think there´s been a.. [Jay-Z] I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk Kidnap and robberies like, (c´mon nigga) "You goin with us" I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discuss not only money but all the emotions goin through us Why we don´t cry when niggaz die, that´s how the street raised him Look in the air, say a prayer (hail mary) hopin God forgave him Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement We live dangerous, often findin ourself in the eyes of strangers (Who the fuck is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is rich as seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain´t seen shit Back to live action, I´m packin, I´m still in the mix like new hits, I think I´m goin over your head a lil´ bit But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town Stay free and be who I´m professional known as now Jay-motherfuckin-Z; and with that said back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh [Hook] [Jay-Z] My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin sprayed Houses gettin broken in, quarters gettin trayed Bricks gettin chopped, mom´s pots gettin used One thrown in that water, try the soda in there too Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seat, roof gone Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon I gotta do Shawn, cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm I was gettin my loot on, nigga I´m too strong Eat til the food´s gone, they placed me on this earth The twin brother of rich/poor though, seperated at birth I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us Ain´t enough bucks for us to split in this shit Plus ain´t nobody lovin us; and with that said back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh [Hook] [Jay-Z] See my life is like a see-saw And until I move this weight it´s gon´ keep me to the floor Travel with me through my deep thoughts Y´all can´t learn Jigga by the shit y´all be readin in The Source; It´s deeper of course Follow the life of this reckless minor At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver Playin, cops and robbers, like shots can´t stop us Flippin a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers) Buck-thirty on the turns Reckless abandon, when I´m standin on this pedal Hand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin to give me Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or somebody to tell me that they felt me I tried to play the hand you dealt me but you gave me five funnies an´ shit I was hungry I need menage money Nothin less than a 520; and with that said back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is *BLAM* {Think there´s been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh}

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