justify my thug

uhh

this feel right right here quik

it's like it's 'sposed 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 - roc-a-fella y'all

it's your boy s. dot

and 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!" -