text: Uhh, this feel right right here, Quik
  Its like its supposed to happen this one right here
  Young! God damn
  Let me justify my thug on this one right here
  It goes one oclock, two oclock, three oclock, Roc
  Five six seven oclock, eight oclock, Roc
  Eleven oclock, twelve oclock, the party bout to pop
  Then, Roc-A-Fella yall, Its your boy S. Dot
  And I aint never been to jail; I aint 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 aint never ran, never will
  I aint never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands
  To himself or get clapped for whats under that mans belt
  I never asked for nothin I dont 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 wasnt felt which is why I aint never played myself
  I just play the hand Im dealt, I cant say Ive 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 dont give me heaven Ill raise hell
  Til its heaven
  Justify my thug for you
  My thug 
  My thug for you
  To justify my thug
  My thug 
  My thug for you
  For you
  Now if you shoot my dog, Imma kill yo cat
  Just the unwritten laws in rap, know dat
  For every action theres a reaction, dont have me relapsin
  Relaxins what Im about, but about mine
  Dont be actin like you cant see street action
  Take me back to Reasonable Doubt time
  You see my minds on the finish line, facin the wreck
  I put my muhfuckin 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
  Travellin Mach 5, barrel in my apparel can stop God
  God forgive me but I cant let them deliver me to you
  Until, I won this race, then eventually
  My engine gon 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
  To justify my thug
  My thug 
  My thug for you
  For you
  They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight
  And two wrongs dont make a right
  But when you been wronged and you know all along that its just one life
  At what point does one fight? 
  Fore you knock the war, try to put your dogs in his
  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 aint in the bag
  When your options is none and the pen is all you have
  Or the block, niggas standin tight as lemons on the ave
  Tryin to cop a shop - call theyself cleansin in the cash
  But cant put they name on paper cause, then you on blast
  Mr. President, theres drugs in our residence
  Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us
  Mr. Governor, I swear theres a cover up
  Every other corner theres a liquor store, fuck is up?
  Justify my thug for you
  My thug 
  My thug for you
  To justify my thug
  My thug 
  My thug for you
  For you