*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*.