Pussy Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay-z

Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight 

It must've been something you said 

I just died in your arms tonight Pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well 

Between him doin' heroin and me doin' crack sales 

Put that in an egg shell, standin' at the tabernacle 

Rather the church, pretendin' to be hurt 

Wouldn't work, so a smirk was all on my face 

Like damn that mans face is just like my face 

So Pop I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through 

It wasn't all your fault hommie, you got caught 

Into the same game i fought 

That Uncle Ray Lost, My big brothers and so many others I saw 

I'm just glad we got to see each other, Talk and remeet each other 

Save a place in heaven to the next time we meet foreva-eva 

(Feel my truth) 

music business hate me cuz the industry ain't make me 

Hustlers and boozers embrace me in the music I be makin' 

I dumbed down from a audience to double my dollas 

They criticize me for all yet they all yell holla 

The skillz hold truth be told 

I probably be lyrically Talib Kweli 

Truthfully I wanted to rhyme like common sense 

(but I did 5 mil) I ain't been rhymin' like common since 

When you sense got that much in common And you've been hustlin' since 

Your in ception fuck perception, go with what makes sense 

Since I know what I'm up against 

We as rappers must decide what's most Important 

And I cant help the poor if I'm one of them 

So I got rich and gave back, to me that's the win win 

So next time you see the hommie and his rims spin 

Just know that my mind is working just like them 

Bridge 

Whoo uh cheyeah uh cheyeah (young) cheyeah hahaha 

I keep looking for something I can't get 

Broken hearts are all around me 

And I don't see an easy way to get out of this 

(turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone) 

(Feel my truth) 

Speakers on the tears when no tears should fall 

Cuz he was on the block when those squares get off 

See in my inner circle all we do is ball 

Till we all got triangles on our wall 

He is just rappin' for the platinum y'all record 

I recall cuz I've really been there before 

Four scores and 7 years ago the papers flow, paper war 

I should fear no man, you don't hear me though 

These words ain't just here to go 

In the one ear, out the other ear, No 

My balls and my words is alls I have 

What'cha gonna do to me Nigga, scars or scab 

What'cha gonna box me hommie, I can dodge your jab 

Three shots couldn't touch me, thank god for that 

I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back 

And the whole B.K. nigga holla back 

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