In My Lifetime

<br>[Jay Z] <br>This song here.. <br>.. is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he rest in peace <br>Who at his funeral left us with the words that <br>he did it his way (uh huh uh huh) <br>So I have no other choice but to do it my way <br>Uh huh uh huh <br><br>Uhh! While niggaz are shootin stupid <br>I`m carefully plottin ways to make it rotten <br>Well planned hits until you`re long forgotten <br>Y`all niggaz that utilize my style don`t hurt me, cause on the low <br>half of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me <br>Now picture me standin on somebody block tryin to rock <br>I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o`clock <br>My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards <br>While you`re starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours! <br>I don`t hassle with capsules cause that`ll make the grass grow <br>and get a project nigga paid up the asshole <br>if I`ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steel <br>I`m out here tryin to make a mill`, my shit is real for real <br>While others worship guns I worship tons of money <br>tons of fun, laughin at shit that ain`t even funny <br>So I ain`t pressed to make a CD, I took it slow <br>Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals <br>can`t see me with the dough, uhh! <br><br>Chorus: Jay-Z <br><br>In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough <br>I need a whole lot of dough (for real!) <br>In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash <br>I need a whole lot of cash (stay real!) <br>In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough <br>I need a whole lot of dough * <br>In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash <br>I need a whole lot of cash <br><br>*1: (for real!) <br>*2: (true!) <br>*3: (true!) <br><br>[Jay-Z] <br>More ice than winter ninety-four <br>I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw <br>Recrutin, I`m hittin shortiess with consignment, but don`t play me <br>Ohh you gon` pay me, y`all niggaz ain`t crazy! <br>I`m laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner <br>under some vagina, discussin the finer, things <br>My crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screen <br>Lettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em dream <br>They think I`ve mastered the game cause dames scream my name <br>with passion, I tell em stop flashin and start stashin <br>And we`ll all get off the corner, the only heat you`ll feel <br>is from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna <br>And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in <br>pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope <br>But keep your nuts cause this is a man`s game <br>And we`ll all pop champagne til it`s a damn shame <br><br>Chorus <br><br>[Jay-Z] <br>I`m shootin to Vegas gamblin green-o at the casino <br>Schoolin the dice like Vinny Barberino <br>Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack <br>As soon as these ladies see me they don`t know how to act <br>Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor <br>Only pop and droppin Cristal`s down my throat, take a swigga <br>My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile <br>Your rollin with a pro with, money to blow child <br>You need to feel how sweet the skills be <br>to come and slide down Sugar Hill with me <br>The high roller, rolled up on your dice game <br>Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all <br>I never slept, cause sleepin keeps you deep in debt <br>On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette <br>I`m ghost, envied by most <br>So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that`s sling toast, fucker <br><br>Chorus <br><br>[Jay-Z] <br>Haha, f`real! Jay-Z lives <br>Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh <br>Dame Dash.. ha-ha <br>Roc-a-fella Records.. uh-huh <br>Everybody from Brooklyn <br>Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah <br>DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown <br>?, my V-A click running thick <br>D`Shawn definitly in the house <br>Roughness y`all, this how we do