The Reconstruction

by sAyAprAirs featuring Jay Z

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released September 12, 2014

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Track Name: Introstruction
Oh shit...
Great Hova...
C'mon...
You already know what it is...
Sure I do....

This is The Reconstruction...

I'm from the streets where the
Hood could swallow 'em and, bullets'll follow 'em and
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb this shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street holmes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin' out the back 'a van
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit holmes, holmes is about it
Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous
For playin me y'all shall forever remain nameless
I am Hov'

This is The Reconstruction
Volume One
Featuring Jay Z
Track Name: The Ruler's Back
I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase
I surely appreciate it
What you about to witness is my thoughts
Just my thoughts, man -- right or wrong
Just what I was feeling at the time
You ever felt like this, vibe with me
Walk with a nigga man, just vibe with me

Yo, gather round hustlers - that's if you still livin
And get on down to that ol' Jig rhythm
Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high
I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for hustlers - I'm back, motherfuckers
Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns
Y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'all on?
I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm
Charges don't stick to dude, he's Teflon
I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred
I'm not guilty, now gimme back my bread
Mr. District Attorney, I'm not sure if they told you
I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to?
Plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight
Hov' a soldier, Hov' been fightin' all his life so
What could you do to me? It's not new to me
Sue me? Fuck you, what's a couple dollars to me?
But you will respect me, simple as that
Or I got no problem goin' back
I'm representin' for the seat where Rosa Parks sat
Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped
So off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro
The ruler's back

I- am- back- niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turn the motherfuckin' music up (The ruler's back)
I- am- back- niggas
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Well, in these times - well, at least to me
There's a lot of rappers out there tryin' to sound like Jay Z
I'll help you out, here's what you do
You gonna need a wide lens cause that's a ver' big shoe
And you got a couple of beans and you don't have a clue?
You situation is bleek, I'mma keep it real cause
Fuckin' with me, you gotta drop a mill
Cause if you gonna cop somethin' you gotta cop for real
Don't only talk it, walk like it - from the bricks to the booth
I could predict the future like Cleo the psychic
You can't date skee-os and wife it
And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices
So what your life is?
We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off - y'all muh'fuckers check the tires
Off we go, let the trumpets blow
And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro

The ruler's back
I- am- back- niggas
Feel's good, hah, pause, holla at me
The ruler's back
Yeah, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now bounce, c'mon, bounce
Yeah, yeah
Bounce, c'mon bounce
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bounce, c'mon bounce
(Yeah) Just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen
Just what I'm feelin' at the time, you know what I mean?
Y'nahmean?
Track Name: Justify My Thug
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 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

Justify my thug!
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'mma kill yo' cat
Just the unwritten laws in rap, know dat
For every action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin
Relaxin'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 muh'fuckin 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!
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, niggas 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!
My thug.. (hoping..)
My thug.. (praying..) for you
To justify my thug!
My thug.. (hoping..)
My thug.. (praying..) for you
Track Name: Pray For Me
Deliver me from my enemies, oh God
Defend me from all that rise up against me
Deliver me from the work of iniquity
And save me from the Bloody Men

Look.. mind state of a gangster from the 40's
Meets the business mind of Motown's Berry Gordy
Turned crack rock into a chain of 40/40's
Sorry my jewelry’s so gaudy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Mauris
America, meet the gangster Shawn Corey
Hey young world, wanna hear a story?
Close your eyes and you can pretend you're me
I'm cut from the cloth of the Kennedies
Frank Sinatra, having dinner with the Genovese
This is the genesis of a nemesis
Mother America's not witnessed since
The Harlem Renaissance birthed black businesses
This is the tale of lost innocence
As the incense burn and the turntables turn
And that Al Green plays
I see my mother's afro
As Mama taps her toes, as she rolls her J's
And my papa just left the house
In search of the killer of my Uncle Ray
And she's trying to calm her nerves
As I observe this is just one day
And what tomorrow has in store
We can never be sure, so all we can do is...

Pray...
Because of your strength
Pray...
While I walked upon thee
Pray...
For God is my defense
Pray...
Pray for me!

As I head to my homeroom
I observe the ruins
Dope needles on the ground
I hear a car go, "Vroom"
Drug dealer in the BM with the top down
As the girls start to giggle
I ask, "Why you laughing?"
They say, "You're too little;
One day you'll understand
When you become a man
About things you have to get you"
Fast forward, freeze frame on my pistol, fistful of dollars
Ignorance is so blissful
I didn't choose this life, this life chose me
Around here it's the shit that you just do
I just left school
The same BM is pulled over by the boys dressed blue
They had their guns drawn
Screaming, "Just move!"
"Or is there something else you suggest we can do?"
He made his way to the trunk
Opened it like, "Huh?"
A treasure chest was removed
Cops said he'll be back next month
What we called corrupt, he calls paying dues
Now when the rules is blurred
As they is and were
What am I to do, but pray
Pray the Lord forgive me
Pray He guides me by for what I'm 'bout to go through

Pray...
Deliver me in thy righteousness
Pray...
And cause me to escape
Pray...
And climb thine air unto
Pray...
Save me oh Lord-
Pray for me!

Geah.. anywhere there's oppression
The drug profession
Flourishes like beverages
Refreshing, ahhh! sweet taste of sin
Everything I seen, made me everything I am
Bad drug dealer or victim, I beg
What came first?
Moving chickens or the egg?
This I why I be so fresh
I'm trying to beat life cause I can't cheat death
Treat shame with shamelessness
Aim stainless at anuses
You know the game this is?
Move coke like Pepsi
Don't matter what the brand name is
I stand behind mine
Everything I do, I'm a man behind mine
I'm not an angel, I'm sure
But every night before I lay
I drop my knees to the floor and I-

Pray...
The name shall endure forever
Pray...
Men shall be blessed in Him
Pray...
All nations shall call Him blessed
Pray....
In your name I pray
Pray for me!
Lord bless us
Track Name: Feel My Truths
Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, (young) yeah
Turn the music up, turn the lights down, I'm in my zone

Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty - the world'll feel my truths
All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse
I gave you Volume after Volume of my work
So you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt - y'all can't fill my shoes
From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending
Listen close you'll hear what I'm about
Nigga, feel my truths

Pop died, didn't cry, didn't know him that well
Between him doing heroin and me doing crack sales
Put that in the eggshell, standing at the tabernacle
Rather the church, pretending to be hurt wouldn't work
So a smirk was all on my face
Like "damn, that man's face is just like my face"
So pop, I forgive you for all the shit that I lived through
It wasn't all your fault, homey you got caught
Into the same game I fought, that Uncle Ray lost
My big brothers and so many others I saw
I'm just glad we got to see each other
Talk and re-meet each other
Save a place in heaven 'til the next time we meet forever!


Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty - the world'll feel my truths
All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse
I gave you Volume after Volume of my work
So you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt - y'all can't fill my shoes
From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending
Listen close you'll hear what I'm about
Nigga, feel my truths

Music business hate me cause the industry ain't make me
Hustlers and boosters embrace me and the music I be making
I dumbed down for my audience to double my dollars
They criticized me for it, yet they all yell "holla"
If skills sold, truth be told, I'd probably be
Lyrically Talib Kweli
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like Common Sense
But I did 5 mill' - I ain't been rhyming like Common since
When your cents got that much in common
And you been hustling since your inception
Fuck perception. Go with what makes sense
Since I know what I'm up against
We as rappers must decide what's most important
And I can't help the poor if I'm one of them
So I got rich and gave back, to me that's the win/win
So next time you see the homey and his rims spin
Just know my mind is working just like them
(the rims, that is)

Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty - the world'll feel my truths
All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse
I gave you Volume after Volume of my work
So you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt - y'all can't fill my shoes
From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending
Listen close you'll hear what I'm about
Nigga, feel my truths

My homey Sig' was on a tier where no tears should fall
Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See in my inner circle all we do is ball
'Til we all got triangles on our wall
Ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record
I recall, cause I really been there before
4 scores and 7 years ago prepared the flow
Prepared for war, I should fear no man
You don't hear me though
These words ain't just 'pared to go
In one ear, out the other ear, no!
Yo my balls and my word is alls I have
What you gonna do to me nigga, scars will scab
What, you gonna box me homey? I can dodge a jab
3 shots couldn't touch me, thank God for that
I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK, nigga, holla back

Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty - the world'll feel my truths
All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse
I gave you Volume after Volume of my work
So you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt - y'all can't fill my shoes
From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending
Listen close you'll hear what I'm about
Nigga, feel my truths
Track Name: My First Interlude
Yes, yes

Y'all wanna know why he don't stop
Y'all wanna know why he don't flop
Let me tell you pe-people why
Came from the bottom of the block I
When I was born, it was sworn, I was never gon' be shit
Had to pull the opposite out this bitch
Had to get my ri-ide on
Eyes on the prize, Shawn knew I had to
Had to had to get these chips
Had to make moves like Olajuwon
Started out selling dimes and nicks
Graduated to a brick
No exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip
Legendary like a schoolboy
Crushin' merely nearly every every chick
Heavy shit - that's how schoolboy got whipped
And got left on some, Just Me, Myself and I
On some Trugoy shit
Had your boys threw place up
To a place of no return
Had to play with fire and get burned
Only way the boy ever gon' learn
Had to lay way in the cut, til I finally got my turn
Now I'm on top in the spot that I earned

It's my life
It's my pain and my struggle
The song that I sing to you is my everything
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as when I came
It's my joy and my tears and the laughter it brings to me
It's my everything

Like I never rode in a limo
Like I just dropped flows to a demo
Like it's ninety-two again and
And I got O's in the rental
Back in the Stu' again
No prob' living was a whole lot simple
When you think back, you thought that
You would never make it this far, then you
Take advantage of the luck you handed
Or the talent, you been given
Ain't no, half stepping, ain't no, no slipping
Ain't no different from a block that's hitting
Gotta get it while the getting's good
Gotta strike while the iron's hot, before you stop
Then you gotta bid it, good riddance
Goodbye, this is my second major breakup
My first was, with a pager
With a hooptie, a cookpot, and the GAME
This one's with the stu', with the stage, with the fortune
Well maybe not the fortune, but certainly the FAME

It's my life
It's my pain and my struggle
The song that I sing to you is my everything
Treat my first like my last, and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as when I came
It's my joy and my tears and the laughter it brings to me
It's my everything

Woo, it's like the blues
We gon' ride out on this one

It's star time
This man is mean, he's killin' all y'all jive turkeys
Do y'all want more of the Jigga man
Well if y'all want more of the Jigga man
Then I need y'all to help me bring him back to stage
Say Hova, c'mon, say it, hova, hova!
are y'all out there, c'mon, louder
Yeah, now see that's what I'm talking about
Track Name: Hit Me
Fellas I wanna do my thang (yeah, yeah!)
Now you know, like, like doin' it, like, like a sex machine (go 'head, go 'head!)
Comin' out in the open, sayin' where it's at (yeah!)
Can I count it off? (yeah!)
1-2-3-4!

R.O.C., we running this rap shit...
We running this rap shit...
We running this rap shit...
We run this rap shit...
We running this rap shit...(yeah)
We running this rap shit...

I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes
I'm from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapatos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having dough
I'm like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits, well I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads, fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to riches, niggas I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Look brother, how you like me now? (ow!)
Hit me!
Yeah, that's it...(Hey!)
Hit me! (Hit me...)
Hit me! (Hit me...)
Hit me! (Hit me...)
Hit me! (oooooooow!)
Hit me!'

The year is '94, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfucking law
Got two choices y'all, pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't tryna see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the road, I heard
"Son do you know why I'm stopping you for"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some more?
"Well you was doing fifty-five in a fifty-four
License and registration and step out of the car
Are you carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit, all my paper's legit
"Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?"
Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack
You some type of lawyer or something
Somebody important or something"
Tah, I ain't passed the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well we'll see how smart you are when the K9 come"
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one, hit me

Look brother, how you like me now? (ow!)
Hit me!
Yeah, that's it...(Hey!)
Hit me! (Hit me...)
Hit me! (Hit me...)
Hit me! (Hit me...)
Hit me! (oooooooow!)
Hit me!'

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho
This is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no goddamn sense, try and push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon' happen is
I'm-a get to clapping and
He and his boys gonna be yapping to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
Fiends on the floor, scratching again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snapping em
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mil' for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was harassing them
Tryna play the boy like he's saccharine
But ain't nothing sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems, being a bitch ain't one, hit me

Look brother, how you like me now? (ow!)
Hit me!
Yeah, that's it...(Hey!)
Hit me! (Hit me...)
Hit me! (Hit me...)
Hit me! (Hit me...)
Hit me! (oooooooow!)
Hit me!'

Woo, woo
Havin' girl problems? I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
You crazy for this one
It's your boy
Track Name: I Know What You Mean
You will soon see, my dear
"Sonata for Executioner and Various Young Women"
Hmm... oh!
It's... sort of nice, isn't it?
Yes... it is nice
In the beginning

Hov'

And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you like)
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you like)
Everything you like, everything you love (baby you love)
Everything you like, (baby you love- Hov') everything you love (baby you love)
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know
Everything you like, (baby you like- Hov') everything you love (baby you like- Hov')
Everything you like, (baby you love- Hov') everything you love (baby you like- Hov')
(Oh goodness) baby you love Hov' (what do you mean?)

She wants that old thing back
She want those Heroin tracks
She likes me
She fiends for me nightly
She leans for me
Morning, she rush for my touch
This is about lust
Cold sweats occur when I'm not with her
My presence is a must- must- must-
Bonita Applebum, I gotta put you on
If I didn't when we cutting, the feeling would be too strong
In any form, I'm giving you sweet dreams
That Sugar Hill, she call me her sweet thing
That Black Rain that take away your pain
Just for one night, baby, take me in vein
Now that feelin' got you trippin'
You no wanna feel no different
Said lust has got you itchin'
Nose wide open and it's drippin' (eh-eh eh-eh)
I know what you like, I am your prescription
I'm your physician, I'm your addiction

And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you like)
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you like)
Everything you like, everything you love (baby you love)
Everything you like, (baby you love- Hov') everything you love (baby you love)
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know
Everything you like, (baby you like- Hov') everything you love (baby you like- Hov')
Everything you like, (baby you love- Hov') everything you love (baby you like- Hov')
(Oh goodness) I am so dope (what do you mean?)

Like Louboutins with the red bottoms
You gotta have 'em, you glad you got 'em
Like every color Giuseppe's, your guilty pleasure is me
It's so much fun, you shun therapy
Although it never be, the feeling is fleeting
Shopping's like coppin', you constantly need it
I'm never around, you constantly seek it
You'll never be down, I know where your peak is
9 1/2 weeks is better than 12-steps
I keep tryin' to remind you to keep tellin' yourself
Now your conscience is interfering, like "Better yourself!"
Like you better get help
But when that medicine's felt?
We're back together
Don't ever leave me
Don't ever let 'em tell you that you'll never need me
My China White, 'til we D.O.A
Its Montega forever, baby, lets get away

And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you like)
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you like)
Everything you like, everything you love (baby you love)
Everything you like, (baby you love- Hov') everything you love (baby you love)
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know
Everything you like, (baby you like- Hov') everything you love (baby you like- Hov')
Everything you like, (baby you love- Hov') everything you love (baby you like- Hov')
(Oh goodness) baby you love Hov' (what do you mean?)

How could you leave me?
I thought that you needed me!
When the world got too much and you pleaded with me--
Who helped you immediately?
How speedy of me!
How could you deny me so vehemently?
Now your body is shaking, trying to free it of me
And your soul is in control, trying to lead it from me
And your heart no longer pledge allegiance to me
Damn, I'm missing the days when you needed the D!

And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you like)
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know (I know what you like)
Everything you like, everything you love (baby you love)
Everything you like, (baby you love- Hov') everything you love (baby you love)
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know
And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know
Everything you like, (baby you like- Hov') everything you love (baby you like- Hov')
Everything you like, (baby you love- Hov') everything you love (baby you like- Hov')
(Oh goodness) baby you love Hov' (what do you mean?)

You- you've burned out the excessive machine, you've blown all its fuses
My goodness!
You've exhausted its power
It couldn't keep up with you
Incredible! What kind of girl are you?
Have you no shame?
Shame! Shame on you!
You'll pay for this
Track Name: Trying Girls Out
Are you even listening to me?
I'm not, baby, but, I was pretending to listen so I think we can both agree that means I love you
You gotta respect that
I'm surrounded by girls
Surrounded?
Yes, surrounded by girls, baby, you, Izzy, Elliot
Who else?
Too many ladies, hah, peep game

Who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin, huh?
Who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin
Got this smarty art chick to whom I pose this question
I read a couple books to add to her soul's progression
To put this in layman's terms, I gave her some knowledge
She gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college
And all she does is homework, I give her in house tutoring
In and out I'm movin through her student body union and
She, call me professor, say daddy come and test her
So she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester
I'm like, at this rate ma you'll never graduate
She said, I ain't no fool I'll make it up in summer school (I love-)

Tryin girls out, just tryin girls out
Put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour, now let the people say
I'm trying girls out, (just tryin' girls out) just tryin' girls out
Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

Huh, who you lovin, who you wanna be fuckin?
Who said what, why you trippin girl, why's you fussin?
Got this model slash actress slash part time waitress
Spend a whole day she hangin round with part time haters
All they do is dish dirt and put a up on my latest
Itinerary, but since I tend to vary, see
I tend to carry, more rumors than ten Mariah Careys
Tend to hurries in ten places at once
Plus she can't front just peep how I run mines
Ma, our time together is our time together, and uh
Our time apart is our time apart
So love Jay with your mind girl and not your heart
And some day I slow down, but for now I get around
Like the late Makaveli or Perelli twenty inches
Or caine and O-dog, stick up tape from menace
You tell 'em chicks if they must know my buisness

I'm tryin girls out, just tryin girls out
Put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour
I'm trying girls out, just tryin' girls out
Put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour (I'm lookin' for)

Southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
Big ghetto booty, scarf over her doobie
Chanel under the Louis, Gucci over her booty
Vicky cover her titties, attitude of the city
Pretty, witty, girly, worldly
One who likes to party but come home early
Light kinda dark, short sorta tall
Slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all
She can cook the coke and got hook up on the license
But she can get you first class seats for coach prices
Isn't this great, my flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds

I'm tryin girls out, just tryin girls out
Put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour
I'm trying girls out, just tryin' girls out
Put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour (I'm lookin' for)
Track Name: Song Cry
The most incredible baby

I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

Good dude, I know you love me like cooked food
Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move
We was together on the block since free lunch
We should've been together having Four Seasons brunch
We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather
So now we travel first class to change the forecast
Never in bunches, just me and you
I loved your point of view cause you held no punches
Still I left you for months on end
It's been months since I checked back in
Was somewhere in a small town, somewhere locking a mall down
Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down
I can understand why you want a divorce now
Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it
Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with
But deep inside a nigga so sick

I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry
I can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

On repeat, the CD of BIG's "Me and My Bitch"
Watching Bonnie and Clyde, pretending to be that shit
Empty gun in your hand saying, "Let me see that clip"
Shopping sprees, pull out your Visa quick
A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip
You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6
We was so happy poor but when we got rich
That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped
Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit
Made me speed that quick, let me see - that's it
It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick
I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me
Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me
Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy
And then it got fuzzy and they don't remember that
And I don't remember you

I can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
Yeah, I seen 'em coming down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
Word back home is that you had a special friend
So what was oh so special then
You have given away without getting at me
That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?
How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know the way a nigga living was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that!
Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had, just like that
I was just fucking them girls, I was gon' get right back
They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever
I mourn forever
Shit, I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever

I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry
I know, I seen 'em coming down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry

That's fucked up girl
Track Name: Soul Right
Man, I gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital
Oh man, I gotta get my soul right
'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life
Every time it seems it's alright
So you need to change your attitude, 'fore they askin' what happened to you

Lord forgive him, he got them dark forces in him
But he also got a righteous cause for sinning
Them-a-murder me, so I gotta murder them first
Emergency, doctors performing procedures
Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but
"Vengeance is mine" said the Lord, you said it better than all
Leave niggas on death's door, breathing off
Respirators for killing my best boy, haters
On permanent hiatus as I skate
In the Maybach Benz, flyer than Sanaa Lathan
Bumping "Brown Sugar" by D'Angelo
In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature, ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you been reading your psalms and chapters
Paying your tithes, being good Catholics, I'm coming

Man, I gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital
Oh man, I gotta get my soul right
'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life
Every time it seems it's alright
So you need to change your attitude, 'fore they askin' what happened to you

Yes, this is holy war, I wet y'all all with the holy water
Spray from the Heckler-Koch automatic
All the static, shall cease to exist
Like a sabbatical, I throw couple at you, take six!
Spread love, to all of my dead thugs
I pour out a little Louis, to a head above
Yessir, and when I perish, the meek shall inherit the Earth
'til that time, it's on and popping, church
Like Don Bishop, the fifth or palm cock either
Lift up your soul or give you the holy ghost
Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral for stunting like Evil Knievel
I let you see where that bright light lead you
The more you talk, the more you irking us
The more you gon' need memorial services
The Black Album, second verse, is like
Devil's pie, save some dessert for us

Man, I gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
I'm from the murder capital, where we murder for capital
Oh man, I gotta get my soul right
'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life
Every time it seems it's alright
So you need to change your attitude, 'fore they askin' what happened to you

I got dreams of holding a nine milla to Bob's killer
Asking him "why?" as my eyes fill up
These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow
Gone but not forgotten, holmes I still feel ya
So, curse the day that birthed the bastard
Who caused your church mass, reverse the crash
Reverse the blast then reverse the car
Reverse the day and there you are, Bobalob
Lord forgive him, we all have sinned
But Bob's a good dude, please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge
Please blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again
Track Name: The Life
Sweet

And still there's pain... (pain) pain
If I would have grew up to be a doctor
My nephews would have grew up to do the same... same
Same... (same)
But since I grew up through the game
And my influence is the same
And my therapy is music
They ask if you ashamed (ashamed)
And though I wish I could separate the two things
I cannot so my answer to you remains
I can walk down the hall of mirrors in Versailles
And be so satisfied when I look myself in the eyes
No shame, no sir
Just big boats and tearin the coast up
Tight coupes like I'm wearin the roadster
For any coup, bearhuggin the holster

Hov' alright al-right
And it may not be what you call perfect but
But it's my life
The life, the life, the life
Once again it's the life

So I make no apologies, crooked policies
So a G a nigga gotta be
We playing for property no Monopoly
So I'll pass go and let my nephews follow me
They say the child shall lead
So I take it far as I can and then we shall see
Shall we dance with the devil for a beat
I pray to God I ain't got two left feet
Do the hustle put keys in the street
Then I'm ballroom dancing
Ke-ke'in in the suite
Sweet
BB's on the feet
TV's in the seat, ene-mies on the creep
It's so corrupt
Soak it up it's a lesson
Every fuck up
One day you're up
Next day you're down
Long as you stay the same it'll come back around

Hov' alright al-right
And it may not be what you call perfect but
But it's my life
The life, the life, the life
Once again it's the life

I'm even better
I'm eating better
Best thing about it is
My niggas eating together
With each endeavor, we reaching levels
Niggas ain't seen in like forever
I'm Hyman Roth I made all my partners rich
I can't vouch for you
If you ain't a part of this
So pardon me as I pave my wrist
As I parlay my chips
Hov alright, alright
American Gangster gangster
Businesses like I'm White
But I'm not, I'm just bright
So fly with no fear of the flight
So if y'all hear my plight
And if you think you can make it this far without a fight
Couple mistakes here and there
Not always right, but I'm always real
That's how I sleep at night

Hov' alright al-right
And it may not be what you call perfect but
But it's my life
The life, the life, the life
Once again it's the life
Sweet
Track Name: Fade To Black
You see how rappers are now?
Yeah, turn the camera to me
See what the- see what the public- see what y'all do to rappers?
They scared to be their self
And- and- and- and you know what I'm sayin'?
Like niggas don't think that- people are going to accept them

I don't wanna party wit' y'all, I wanna vibe wit' y'all
Can I vibe wit' y'all?

They say "they never really miss you til you dead or you gone"
So on that note, I'm leaving after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on
I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnes Reeves
Who made love under the sycamore tree, which makes me
A more sicker M.C. and my momma would claim
At 10 pounds, when I was born I didn't give her no pain
Although through the years I gave her her fair share
I gave her her first real scare
I made up for birth when I got here
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose
I ain't perfect, I care
But I feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matching my gear
Now I'm just scratching the surface cause what's buried under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted
But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted

If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
Now of you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade...

Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my momma couldn't beat me
Hard enough to match the pain of my pops not seeing me, so
With that disdain in my membrane
Got on my pimp game
Fuck the world, my defense came
Then DeHaven introduced me to the game
Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine
I'm a hustler now
My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd
And all the wavy light-skinned girls is loving me now
My self-esteem went through the roof, man, I got my swag
Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged
Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had
Supposedly, knowing nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
But that came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second, I swear
I will say about my rap career
Til '96 came, niggas I'm here
Good-bye

If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
Now of you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade...

Good-bye to the game, all the spoils, the adrenaline rush
Your blood boils you in the spot, knowing cops could rush
And you in a drop, you're so easy to touch
No two days are alike
Except the first and fifteenth, pretty much
And "trust" is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up
And the drought will define a man when the well dries up
You learn the worth of water without work, you thirst til you die, yup!
And niggas get tied up for product
And little brothers' ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got em
And this was the stress I lived with till I decided
To try this rap shit for a living
I pray I'm forgiven
For every bad decision I made
Every sister I played
Cause I'm still paranoid to this day
And it's nobody's fault I made the decisions I made
This is the life I chose, or rather, the life that chose me

If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
Now of you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade...