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You are Only A Customer Lyrics

Artist 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

am 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 am 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 am 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 am 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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