Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In My Lifetime, artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 11.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In My Lifetime |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |