Intro:
Ha ha ha ha Roc a Fella y'all
Futuristic shit beeotch
Uh what the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha
Verse 1:
Triple platnum 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 Ride report
Class C cold me down with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val suite
My people's eyes through the peep hole
I'm lovin' you down freak as I
Shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the news
Paper headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now
Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while
YOu know my stomach getin' weak from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to oversee it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal minds meet
That's where the cream is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't
it?)
Hook:
You're only a customer (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
"All night long" - Mary J. Blige
Verse 2:
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin' pot holes, cop-o's will snatch your weight
But your game most precious
Had to rethink things, is pinky ring worth
Life on the run and time served in Sing Sing
I don't know to tell the truth
If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all
Irv Gotti:
Heads got to roll
Jay-Z:
I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd
What you're facin' is offici"What's it all about, I hear the global shout.
Blind man draws the tribal line
and it all seems such a waste of time.
Stars and spies, thug in ties.
Power man refuels the line.
Talk of nonsense, such a waste.
The whole wide world has got bad taste."
[chorus]
What price beaty now. [x3]
(Oh what price beaty)
"Smalltown bangs, headless gangs.
Police and law, the people hang.
Ego, power, jealous wealth.
Shelter, care, love and health.
Unshed tears, hidden fears.
Silence bows, rolls back the years.
Talk of nonsense, such a waste.
The whole wide world has got bad taste."
[chorus] [x4]