Justify My Thug - Jay-Z

Lyrics by：Shawn Carter/David Blake/Darryl McDaniels/Joseph Simmons/Lawrence Smith/Madonna Ciccone/Ingrid Chavez/Lenny Kravitz

Composed by：Shawn Carter/David Blake/Darryl McDaniels/Joseph Simmons/Lawrence Smith/Madonna Ciccone/Ingrid Chavez/Lenny Kravitz

Produced by：DJ Quik

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 jaili ain't never pay a nigga

To do no dirt for me i was scared to do myself

I will never tell even if it means sitting in a cell

I ain't never ran never will

I ain't never been smackeda nigga 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 feeling sorry for myself

If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell

'Til it's heaven

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

Now if you shoot my dog I'm a kill yo' cat

Just the unwritten laws in rap know dat

For every action there's a reaction

Don't have me relapsing

Relaxin's what I'm about but about mine

Don't be acting like you can't see street action

Take me back to reasonable doubt time

You see my mind's on the finish line

Facing the wreck

I put my muh'******* faith in the tec

Tell satan not yet

You understand i am chasing my breath

I am narrowly escaping my death oh yes

I am the michael schumacher of the roc roster

Travelling mach 5 barreling

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

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

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 grinning 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 niggaz standing tight

There's limits on the ave

Tryin to cop or shot-call they self cleansing in the cash

But can't put they name on paper cause

Then you on blast

Mr president there's ***** 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 **** is up

Justify my thug

For you

My thug hoping

My thug praying for you

For you

To justify my thug

For you

My thug hoping

My thug praying for you

For you fresh