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No Hook
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Вокал
Bashiri Johnson
Bashiri Johnson
Ударные инструменты
Ed Goldson
Ed Goldson
Бас-гитара
Mario Winans
Mario Winans
Барабаны
Arden Altino
Arden Altino
Клавишные инструменты
Jayms Madison
Jayms Madison
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
Автор песен
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Автор песен
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Автор песен
Barry White
Barry White
Автор песен
LV
LV
Автор песен
Heather Boyden
Heather Boyden
Ассистент аранжировщика
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
LV
LV
Продюсер
Victor Abjaoudi II
Victor Abjaoudi II
Инженер звукозаписи
Steve Dickey
Steve Dickey
Инженер звукозаписи
Gimel Keaton
Gimel Keaton
Инженер звукозаписи
Heather Boyden
Heather Boyden
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Michelle Figueroa
Michelle Figueroa
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Миксинг-инженер
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
Продюсер
Diddy
Diddy
Продюсер
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Исполнительный продюсер
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Мастеринг-инженер

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Poor me, dad was gone, finally got my dad back Liver bad, he wouldn't live long, that snatched my dad back Guidance, I never had that, streets was my second home Welcomed me with open arms provided a place to crash at A place to study math at, matter fact I learned it all Burnt it all this music is where I bury the ashes at Flash back not having much, not having that Had to get some challah bread so you can holla back and Holla at my Jewish lawyer to enjoy the fruit of letting my cash stack And just in case a nigga gotta use his rat-tat-tat-tat-tat Own boss, own your masters, slaves The mentality I carry with me to this very day Fuck rich, let's get wealthy, who else gon' feed we? If I need it I'm a get it however God help me And I don't need no hook for this shit I'm so for sure, it's no facade Stay out of trouble, momma said as momma sighed Her fear her youngest son being victim of homocide But I got to get you out of here momma or I'ma die Inside And either way you lose me momma so let loose of me I got the rein, our direction will soon change To live and die in N.Y. in the hustle game Hustle 'caine, hustle clothes, or hustle music But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick Skinny nigga toothpick but, but I do lift Weight like I'm using 'roids Rolls Royce Keep my movements smooth while manuvering Through all the manure in the sewers that I grew up in Choices we make trying to escape this shit And I don't need no hook for this shit This is not for commercial usage Please don't catagorize this is as music Please don't compare me to other rappers Compare me to trappers I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris And Luda's my dude I ain't tryna diss Like Frank Lucas is cool but I ain't trying to snitch I'm a follow the rules no matter how much time I'ma get I'ma live and die with the decisions that I'ma pick So fuck DeHaven for caving, that's why we don't speak Made men ain't supposed to make statements End of the story I followed the code cracked the safe Other niggas ain't in the game so they practice hate Leave that boy Hov alone why don't ya You don't have to if you don't want to but don't say I didn't warn ya Oh, and I don't need no hook for this shit
Writer(s): Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, Deleno Matthews, Levar Coppin, Barry Eugene White Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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