Justify My Thug

Uh, this feel right right here, Quik

It's like it's supposed to happen, this one right here

Young! Goddamn

Let me justify my thug on this one right here

It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, Roc

Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock, Roc

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 **** to do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself

I will never tell, even if it means sittin' in a cell

I ain't never ran, never will

I ain't never been smacked, a **** better keep his hands

To himself or get clapped for what's under that man's belt

I never asked for nothin' 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 feelin' sorry for myself

If you don't give me heaven, I'll raise hell till it's heaven

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

Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill your cat

Just the unwritten laws in rap, know that

For every action, there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin'

Relaxing's what I'm about, but about mine

Don't be actin' like you can't see street action

Take me back to Reasonable Doubt time

You see my mind's on the finish line, facin' the wreck

I put my motherfuckin' faith in the TEC, tell Satan not yet

You understand I am chasin' my breath

I am narrowly escapin' my death, oh, yes

I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster

Travellin' Mach 5, barrel in my apparel 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 gon' burn out, I get whatever is meant for me

However it turns out fine, red line

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

They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight

And two wrongs don't make a right

But when you been wronged 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 his

Ten-and-a-halfs for a minute-and-a-half

Bet that stops all the grinnin' 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, **** standin' tight as lemons on the Ave.

Tryin' to cop a shop, call theyself cleansin' 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?

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