Jay-Z Lyrics

Album: Unknown

In My Lifetime (Original Ski Mix) Lyrics

[Jay-Z]

 This song here..

 .. is dedicated to Danny Dan, and may he rest in peace

 Who at his funeral left us with the words that 

 he did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh)

 So, I have no other choice but to do it my way

 Uh-huh, uh-huh

 

 Uhh! While niggaz are shootin stupid 

 I'm carefully plottin, ways to make it rotten

 Well planned hits until you're long forgotten

 Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me, cause on the low 

 half of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me

 Now picture me standin on somebody block tryin to rock

 I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock

 My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards

 While you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours!

 I don't hassle with capsules cause that'll make the grass grow

 and get a project nigga paid up the asshole

 if I'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steel

 I'm out here tryin to make a mill', my shit is real for real

 While others worship guns I worship tons of money

 tons of fun, laughin at shit that ain't even funny

 So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow

 Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals 

 can't see me with the dough, uhh!

 

 [Chorus: Jay-Z]

 

 In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough 

 I need a whole lot of dough (for real!)

 In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash 

 I need a whole lot of cash (stay real!)

 In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough 

 I need a whole lot of dough *

 In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash 

 I need a whole lot of cash

 

 *1: (for real!)

 *2: (true!)

 *3: (true!)

 

 [Jay-Z]

 More ice than winter ninety-four

 I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw

 Recrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't play me

 Ohh you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy!

 I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner

 under some vagina, discussin the finer, things

 My crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screen

 Lettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em dream

 They think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my name 

 with passion, I tell em stop flashin and start stashin

 And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel 

 is from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna

 And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in

 pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope

 But keep your nuts cause this is a man's game

 And we'll all pop champagne til it's a damn shame

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Jay-Z]

 I'm shootin to Vegas gamblin green-o at the casino

 Schoolin the dice like Vinny Barberino

 Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack

 As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act

 Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor

 Only pop and droppin Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga

 My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile

 Your rollin with a pro with, money to blow child

 You need to feel how sweet the skills be

 to come and slide down Sugar Hill with me

 The high roller, rolled up on your dice game 

 Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all

 I never slept, cause sleepin keeps you deep in debt

 On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette

 I'm ghost, envied by most

 So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Jay-Z]

 Haha, f'real! Jay-Z lives

 Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh

 Dame Dash.. ha-ha

 Roc-a-fella Records.. uh-huh

 Everybody from Brooklyn

 Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah

 DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown

 ?, my V-A click running thick

 D'Shawn definitly in the house

 Roughness y'all, this how we do