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. [Verse One: Jay-Z]. 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 jail; I 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 sittin in a cell. I ain't never ran never will. I ain't never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands. to himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt. I never asked for nothin 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. 'Til it's heaven. [Chorus - imitating Madonna]. Justify my thug!. "For you!" - [Run-D.M.C.]. My thug.. (hoping..). My thug.. (praying..) for you. to justify my thug!. My thug.. (hoping..). My thug.. (praying..) for you... "For you! Fresh" - [Run-D.M.C.]. [Verse Two: Jay-Z]. Now if you shoot my dog I'ma kill yo' cat. Just the unwritten laws in rap - know dat. For every action there's a reaction don't have me relapsin. Relaxin'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 muh'fuckin 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 barrelin 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!. [Chorus]. [Verse Three: Jay-Z]. 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 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 niggaz standin tight there's limits on the ave. Tryin to cop or shot-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?.