This feel right right here quick It's like it's supposed to happen this one right here Young! God damn Let me justify my thug on this one right here
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 sitting 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 nothing 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 feeling sorry for myself If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell Till it's heaven
[Chorus] Justify my thug! "For you!" My thug (hoping) My thug (praying) for you To justify my thug! My thug (hoping) My thug.. (praying) for you "For you! Fresh"
Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill yo' cat Just the unwritten laws in rap, know that For every action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsing Relaxin's what I'm about, but about mine Don't be acting like you can't see street action Take me back to +Reasonable Doubt+ time You see my mind's on the finish line, facing the wreck I put my motherfucking faith in the tec, tell Satan not yet You understand I am chasing my breath I am narrowly escaping my death, oh yes I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster Traveling Mach 5, barreling, 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 goin' burn out, I get whatever is meant for me However it turns out fine, red line!
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 war, try to put your dogs in it Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half Bet that stops all the grinning 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, niggas standing tight, there's limits on the ave Trying to cop or shot-call they self cleansing 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?