You're Only A Customer Lyrics
Jay-Z
- 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 official (it's official)
- Most cases when I"m blazin' won't miss you (won't miss you)
- Case and point mad bullshitted issue
- I see it to the end, my writting is so personal
- My heart bleedin' out my pen, make no mistake aobut me
- It's only one nigga livin', I got a half a cake about me
- I got love, to make a nigga die bleedin' is nothin'
- You make a motherfucker die breathin' then you sayin' somthing, beeotch
- Hook (X3)
- More flavor than y'all can image havin'
- Graphic like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
- It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dive
- My brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my life
- Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to hold
- D.C. high pissy off Cristle
- 3 G's high seasoned Bacardy, UV's
- Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party
- Play yourself go head if you don't no the ledge
- It's like spittin' to God
- Get it in your face fuckin' with niggas over your head
- Take your time with me, shiftee
- Use to make Coke stretch like the samplin' a 950
- Shit with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki bike
- At the light, doin' a pike, with a bitch on the back
- And take flight, my life like it was directed by Hype
- In 35 slow-mo, with the Rockafella logo
- Accapoco to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga
- Very little loot, a loser
- In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these people
- Hook (X3)
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