Versuri 11. Justify My Thug

This feel right, right here, quick 
It's like it's supposed to happen, this one right here 
Young, God damn 
Let me justify my thug on this one right here 
 
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 rock a fella, yo 
 
It's your boy S. Dot 'n' 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 
 
Justify my thug 
  (For you) 
My thug, my thug for you 
  (Hoping, praying for you, for you) 
  (Fresh) 
 
To justify my thug 
My thug, my thug for you 
  (Hoping, praying for you, for you) 
  (Fresh) 
 
Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill your cat 
Just the unwritten laws in rap, know that 
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 
Travelin' 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 gone burn out, I get whatever is meant for me 
However it turns out fine, red line 
 
Justify my thug 
  (For you) 
My thug, my thug for you 
  (Hoping, praying for you) 
  (Fresh) 
 
To justify my thug 
My thug, my thug for you 
  (Hoping, praying for you) 
  (Fresh) 
 
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, they self 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 
 
Justify my thug 
  (For you) 
My thug, my thug for you 
  (Hoping, praying for you) 
  (Fresh) 
 
To justify my thug 
  (For you) 
My thug, my thug for you 
  (Hoping, praying for you) 
  (Fresh)