Jay-Z - You're Only A Customer Lyrics
Intro:Ha ha, ha ha, roc-a-fella yallFuturistic shit beeotchUh, what the *****? how we do. how we do. uh haVerse 1:Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold fadeAll that nickle and dime shit, dont hold no weightFortune 5, top 5 in the forbes (youll see) as youThumb through the source I read the ride reportClass c, cold me down with the plasticThats all I ask of you, like raphael saadiqAt the hotel, nico, robbin the val suiteMy peoples eyes through the peep holeIm lovin you down freak as iShoot through the city like a rumorNot soon enough, to stop em from spreadin the newsPaper headin read jay-z breaths, 80 degreesThe only thing to cool them off is a malibu day breezeCant sop for the feds, say cheeseYou know they wanna take a nigga picturePray for the day to get ya, but Im a parlay and stay richer for nowJigga hasnt done dirt in a whileYou know my stomach getin weak from livin on the streets for realTryin to oversee it from suites, orderin eatsAt the top where the criminal minds meetThats where the cream is (right) , thats where your dream is (well aintIt? )Hook:Youre only a customer (uh)Walkin in the presence of hustlersYou spend money all night longAll night long - mary j. bligeVerse 2:A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressiveI use to speed excessive, both eyes closedNo thought infestedHittin pot holes, cop-os will snatch your weightBut your game most preciousHad to rethink things, is pinky ring worthLife on the run and time served in sing singI dont know to tell the truthIf Im pressed for doe, I got to consoul irv gotti yallIrv gotti:Heads got to rollJay-z:I was raised to live, lord I pray you forgiveIf not, I just handle it like jason kiddWhat youre facin is official (its official)Most cases when Im blazin wont miss you (wont miss you)Case and point mad bullshitted issueI see it to the end, my writting is so personalMy heart bleedin out my pen, make no mistake aobut meIts only one nigga livin, I got a half a cake about meI got love, to make a nigga die bleedin is nothinYou make a mother*****er die breathin then you sayin somthing, beeotchHook (x3)More flavor than yall can image havinGraphic like sega, saturn, traffic like the bodegaIt just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my diveMy brain aint right from inhaling the work of my life***** it, 3s in ya, had to holdD.c. high pissy off cristle3 gs high seasoned bacardy, uvsBlesses my body, we be fresh at the partyPlay yourself go head if you dont no the ledgeIts like spittin to godGet it in your face *****in with niggas over your headTake your time with me, shifteeUse to make coke stretch like the samplin a 950Shit with that, while Im o a kawasoki bikeAt the light, doin a pike, with a ***** on the backAnd take flight, my life like it was directed by hypeIn 35 slow-mo, with the rockafella logoAccapoco to arruba, bay breezes and caviar balugaVery little loot, a loserIn the grashish blueish, les coup its the root of evil in these peopleHook (x3)
