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[Intro: Jay-Z] Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-A-Fella y'all Futuristic shit, bee-atch Uh, what the fuck? How we do, how we do Uh huh, uh huh [Verse 1: Jay-Z] It's the eventual triple platinum nigga with the solid gold fade All that nickle and dime shit, don't hold no weight Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) As you thumb through The Source, I read the Robb Report Class C, cold me down with the plastic That's all I ask of you, like Raphael Saadiq At the Hotel Nikko, Robert Duvall suite My people's eyes through the peep hole I'm loving you down freak, as I Shoot through the city like a rumor Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreading The newspaper heading read "Jay-Z breathes, 80 degrees Only thing to cool him off is a Malibu Bay Breeze" Can't stop for the Feds, say cheese You know they wanna take a nigga picture Pray for the day to get ya, but I'ma parlay, stay richer for now Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while You know my stomach's getting weak from living on the streets For real, I'm trying to oversee it from suites, ordering eats At the top where the real criminal minds meet That's where the cream is (right?!) That's where your dream is (well ain't it?) [Chorus: Jay-Z, LL Cool J & Mary J. Blige] You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night (All night long) Beeotch, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night (All night long) Roc-A-Fella... [Verse 2: Jay-Z & Irv Gotti] Yeah, ayo my youth had a nigga too aggressive, ha I used to speed excessive, both eyes closed No thought infested Hitting pot holes, cop-o's'll snatch your away What you deem most precious Had to rethink things, is pinky rings worth Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing? I don't know to tell the truth, if I'm pressed for dough Gotta consult Irv Gotti y'all, heads got to roll I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd What you're facing is official (it's official) In most cases when I'm blazing won't miss you (won't miss you) Case and point made bullshit a issue, I see it to the end My writing so personal, my heart bleeding through the pen Make no mistake about me It's only one nigga living, I got half a cake about me I got love, I can kill a friend over fam not drugs And very, few people understand that love To make a nigga die bleeding is nothing (nothing) You make a motherfucker die breathing Then you saying something, beeotch [Chorus: Jay-Z, LL Cool J & Mary J. Blige] You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha (All night long) You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night, Roc-A-Fella (All night long) You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night (All night long) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella... More flavor than y'all can image having Graphic like Sega Saturn, traffic like the Bodega It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dirt Brain ain't right from inhaling the work all my life Fuck it, greasy I, had the whole D.C. high Pissy off Cristal, 3G high Seasoned Bacardi, VVS's Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party Play yourself go 'head if you don't know the ledge It's like spitting to God Get it in your face fucking with niggas over your head Take your time with me, shifty Used to make coke stretch like a sample in a 950 Shit with that, while I'm on a Kawasaki bike At the light, doing a pike, with a bitch on the back And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype In 35 slow-mo, with the Roc-A-Fella logo Accapoco to Aruba, Bay Breezes and caviar beluga Very little loot eludes us In the grayish blueish L-e-x coupe It's the root of evil in these people, what the fuck? [Chorus: Jay-Z, LL Cool J & Mary J. Blige] You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night Roc-A-Fella, uh huh, uh huh, beeotch (All night long) You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night (All night long) [Outro: Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella, uh huh, uh huh Futuristic shit

 

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[Intro: Jay-Z] Ha ha, ha ha, Roc-A-Fella y'all Futuristic shit, bee-atch Uh, what the fuck? How we do, how we do Uh huh, uh huh [Verse 1: Jay-Z] It's the eventual triple platinum nigga with the solid gold fade Al dat stuiver en dubbeltje gedoe, houdt geen gewicht in Fortune 5, top 5 in de Forbes (je zult het zien) Als je door The Source bladert, lees ik het Robb Report. Klasse C, maak me koud met het plastic Dat is alles wat ik van je vraag, zoals Raphael Saadiq In het Hotel Nikko, Robert Duvall suite My people's eyes through the peep hole I'm loving you down freak, as I Door de stad schiet als een gerucht Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreading In de krantenkop stond "Jay-Z ademt, 80 graden Het enige wat hem kan afkoelen is een Malibu Bay Breeze" Can't stop for the Feds, say cheese Je weet dat ze een nigga foto willen maken. Bid voor de dag om je te pakken, maar ik blijf voorlopig rijker. Jigga heeft al een tijdje niets meer gedaan Je weet dat mijn maag zwak wordt van het leven op straat Echt, ik probeer het te overzien vanuit suites, eten bestellen Aan de top waar de echte criminele geesten elkaar ontmoeten Dat is waar de room is (toch?!) That's where your dream is (well ain't it?) [Refrein: Jay-Z, LL Cool J & Mary J. Blige] You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night (All night long) Beeotch, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night (All night long) Roc-A-Fella... [Verse 2: Jay-Z & Irv Gotti] Yeah, ayo my youth had a nigga too aggressive, ha I used to speed excessive, both eyes closed No thought infested Hitting pot holes, cop-o's'll snatch your away What you deem most precious Ik moest dingen heroverwegen, zijn pinkringen het waard? Leven op de vlucht en tijd in Sing Sing? Ik weet het niet om de waarheid te zeggen, als ik om geld verlegen zit Ik moet Irv Gotti raadplegen, er moeten koppen rollen Ik ben opgevoed om te leven, Heer ik bid dat u vergeeft Zo niet, dan doe ik het net als Jason Kidd Wat je te wachten staat is officieel. In de meeste gevallen als ik schiet, zal ik je niet missen. Case and point made bullshit a issue, I see it to the end Mijn schrijven zo persoonlijk, mijn hart bloedt door de pen Make no mistake about me Er is maar één nigga die leeft, ik heb een halve taart over me Ik heb liefde, ik kan een vriend doden voor familie, niet voor drugs. En heel weinig mensen begrijpen die liefde. Om een neger bloedend te laten sterven is niets. Je laat een klootzak sterven terwijl hij ademt Then you saying something, beeotch [Refrein: Jay-Z, LL Cool J & Mary J. Blige] You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha (All night long) You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night, Roc-A-Fella (All night long) You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night (All night long) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella... More flavor than you'all can image having Grafisch als Sega Saturn, verkeer als de Bodega It just so happens, you caught me at the tail end of my dirt Brain is niet goed van het inhaleren van het werk mijn hele leven Fuck it, greasy I, had the whole D.C. high Pissy off Cristal, 3G high Seasoned Bacardi, VVS's Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party Play yourself go 'head if you don't know the ledge It's like spitting to God Get it in your face fucking with niggas over your head Neem je tijd met mij, onbetrouwbaar Gebruikt om coke uit te rekken als een monster in een 950 Shit with that, while I'm on a Kawasaki bike Bij het stoplicht, doe een pike, met een bitch achterop En neem de vlucht, mijn leven alsof het geregisseerd is door Hype In 35 slow-mo, met het Roc-A-Fella logo Accapoco naar Aruba, Bay Breezes en kaviaar beluga Heel weinig buit ontgaat ons In de grijsblauwe L-e-x coupé Het is de wortel van het kwaad in deze mensen, what the fuck? [Refrein: Jay-Z, LL Cool J & Mary J. Blige] You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night Roc-A-Fella, uh huh, uh huh, beeotch (All night long) You're only a customer (uh) Walkin' in the presence of hustlers We spend money all night (All night long) [Outro: Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella, uh huh, uh huh Futuristic shit