Nickels And Dimes Lyrics - Jay-z

Sticks to my mind 

I'll never win 

You have my friends 

Got a thing for nickel plated nines and pretty dimes 

Mac-11 I squeeze like lemon limes 

Squirt obey your thirst, fashion lines 

Between beauty and beast, I walk the line 

Johnny Cash, I'm a real G 

I cut myself today to see if I still bleed 

Success is so sublime 

Gotta do that time to time so I don't lose my mind 

Something 'bout the struggle so divine 

This sort of love is hard to define 

When you scratching for every nickel and dime 

Got me itching to do this shit for my mom 

Do this shit for my town 

Leave the door open hoping they kick it down 

The purest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous 

We gon' make it there, I promise this 

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Sticks to my mind 

I'll never win 

You have my friends 

Sometimes I feel survivor's guilt 

I gave some money to this guy, he got high as hell 

Now I'm part of the problem far as I could tell 

Did I do it for him or do it for myself 

Can't lie to myself 

I love my niggas more than my own blood 

I die for my niggas and I love my cub, hope that's not fucked up 

I got a problem with the handouts, I took the man route 

I'll give an opportunity though, that's the plan now 

No guilt in giving clear a nigga conscience out 

No guilt in receiving, every thing within reason 

Can't see it taking food out my little monster's mouth 

That'll drive me gaga 

Run up in your momma's house, two nickels, one dime 

Manslaughter charges, the lawyer, knocked it down 

I'm just trying to find common ground 

'fore Mr. Belafonte come and chop a nigga down 

Mr. Day O, major fail 

Respect these youngins boy, it's my time now 

Hublot homie, two door homie 

You don't know all the shit I do for the homies 

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Sticks to my mind 

I'll never win 

You have my friends 

Pardon my hubris, Stanley Kubrick 

With eyes wide shut, I could cook up two bricks 

Turn nickels to dime, turn dimes to quarters 

Turn wives from daughters, oh, I'm clear as water 

And just for clarity, my presence is charity 

My flow is a gift, philanthropist 

Everybody 'round me rich, or will be 

Baby boy I promise you this, or kill me 

And when a nigga go as the old adage go 

You die rich or you die disgraced, so just let me grow 

Watch me cook, throw no looks 

Like Magic in his prime when Kareem sky hooked, yeah 

Y'all not worthy, sometimes I feel like 

Y'all don't deserve me, my flow unearthly 

The greatest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous 

So here y'all go, I promise this 

Sticks to my mind 

I'll never win 

You have my friends