Uhh, this feel right right here Quik

It's like it's 'sposed to happen this one right here

Young! God damn..

.. let me justify my thug on this one right here



[Verse One: Jay-Z]

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 sittin 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 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

'Til it's heaven



[Chorus - imitating Madonna]

Justify my thug!

"For you!" - [Run-D.M.C.]

My thug.. (hoping..)

My thug.. (praying..) for you

to justify my thug!

My thug.. (hoping..)

My thug.. (praying..) for you..

"For you! Fresh" - [Run-D.M.C.]



[Verse Two: Jay-Z]

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

Just the unwritten laws in rap - know dat

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