There's Been A Murder Lyrics - Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter - Jay-z

Think there's been a murder 

Oh yeah, I think there's been a 

I think there's been a 

Think there's been a murder 

Oh yeah, think there's been a 

I think there's been a 

I hustle from, night to mornin', dawn to dusk 

Kidnap and robberies like you goin' with us 

I held round table 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 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 

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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 

Think there's been a murder 

Oh yeah, I think there's been a 

I think there's been a 

Think there's been a murder 

Oh yeah, think there's been a 

I think there's been a 

Photos 

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, separated 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 

Think there's been a murder 

Oh yeah, I think there's been a 

I think there's been a 

Think there's been a murder 

Oh yeah, think there's been a 

I think there's been a 

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 16 in the 600, unlicensed driver 

Playin', cops and robbers, like shots can't stop us 

Flippin' a bird to the choppers, 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 

I think there's been a murder