Justify My Thug Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay-z

[Intro: Jay-Z Talking] 

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] 

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 

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[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] 

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! 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse Three] 

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 boy, try to put your dogs in his 

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? 

[Chorus]