Jay-Z Lyrics
"There's
Been a Murder"
[*BLAM BLAM*]
[*woman
screaming in pain*.. cops yelling "Go! Go! Go! Go!"]
[*police sirens*]
[Hook:]
{sung vocals}
Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh,
think there's been a..
I.. I think there's been a..
Think there's been a
murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think there's been a..
I.. I think there's
been a..
[Jay-Z]
I hustle from, night to morning,
dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies like, (c'mon nigga) "You goin with us"
I held roundtable 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 (hail mary) 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
(Who the fuck
is you?) 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, and uhh
[Hook]
[Jay-Z]
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, seperated 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 uhh
[Hook]
[Jay-Z]
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 sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver
Playin,
cops and robbers, like shots can't stop us
Flippin a bird to the choppers (fuck
you coppers)
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 *BLAM*
{Think
there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh}
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