Jay You`re Only A Customer Lyrics

You`re Only A Customer Lyrics

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