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 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, barrelin, my power 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!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse Three: Jay-Z]
  They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight
  And two wrongs don't make a right
  But when you been wrong 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 it
  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, niggaz standin tight, there's limits on the ave
  Tryin to cop or shot-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?
  
  [Chorus]