Lirik Lagu There's Been a Murder - Jay-Z
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*BLAM BLAM*{*woman screaming in pain*.. cops yelling "Go! Go! Go! Go!"}*police sirens*
Hook:{sung vocals}Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhhI ahh, think there's been a..I.. I think there's been a..Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhhI ahh, think there's been a..I.. I think there's been a..
[Jay-Z]I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to duskKidnap and robberies like, (c'mon nigga) "You goin with us"I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discussnot only money but all the emotions goin through usWhy we don't cry when niggaz die, that's how the street raised himLook in the air, say a prayer (hail mary) hopin God forgave himCop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavementWe live dangerous, often findin ourself in the eyes of strangers(Who the fuck is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is richas seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain't seen shitBack to live action, I'm packin, I'm still in the mixlike new hits, I think I'm goin over your head a lil' bitBut I let you know I changed names when I roam through townStay free and be who I'm professional known as nowJay-motherfuckin-Z; and with that saidback to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh
Hook
[Jay-Z]My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin sprayedHouses gettin broken in, quarters gettin trayedBricks gettin chopped, mom's pots gettin usedOne thrown in that water, try the soda in there tooExpensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seat, roof goneCoke cheap, my face is like a couponI gotta do Shawn, cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarmI was gettin my loot on, nigga I'm too strongEat til the food's gone, they placed me on this earthThe twin brother of rich/poor though, seperated at birthI got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a mufflerFuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted usLearn why we buck at the guys that come up with usAin't enough bucks for us to split in this shitPlus ain't nobody lovin us; and with that saidback to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh
Hook
[Jay-Z]See my life is like a see-sawAnd until I move this weight it's gon' keep me to the floorTravel with me through my deep thoughtsY'all can't learn Jigga by the shit y'all be readin in The Source;It's deeper of courseFollow the life of this reckless minorAt sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driverPlayin, cops and robbers, like shots can't stop usFlippin a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers)Buck-thirty on the turnsReckless abandon, when I'm standin on this pedalHand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin to give meLord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy orsomebody to tell me that they felt meI tried to play the hand you dealt mebut you gave me five funnies an' shitI was hungry I need menage moneyNothin less than a 520; and with that saidback to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is *BLAM*
{Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh}
Hook:{sung vocals}Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhhI ahh, think there's been a..I.. I think there's been a..Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhhI ahh, think there's been a..I.. I think there's been a..
[Jay-Z]I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to duskKidnap and robberies like, (c'mon nigga) "You goin with us"I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discussnot only money but all the emotions goin through usWhy we don't cry when niggaz die, that's how the street raised himLook in the air, say a prayer (hail mary) hopin God forgave himCop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavementWe live dangerous, often findin ourself in the eyes of strangers(Who the fuck is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is richas seen through the eyes of a nigga who ain't seen shitBack to live action, I'm packin, I'm still in the mixlike new hits, I think I'm goin over your head a lil' bitBut I let you know I changed names when I roam through townStay free and be who I'm professional known as nowJay-motherfuckin-Z; and with that saidback to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh
Hook
[Jay-Z]My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin sprayedHouses gettin broken in, quarters gettin trayedBricks gettin chopped, mom's pots gettin usedOne thrown in that water, try the soda in there tooExpensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seat, roof goneCoke cheap, my face is like a couponI gotta do Shawn, cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarmI was gettin my loot on, nigga I'm too strongEat til the food's gone, they placed me on this earthThe twin brother of rich/poor though, seperated at birthI got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a mufflerFuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted usLearn why we buck at the guys that come up with usAin't enough bucks for us to split in this shitPlus ain't nobody lovin us; and with that saidback to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh
Hook
[Jay-Z]See my life is like a see-sawAnd until I move this weight it's gon' keep me to the floorTravel with me through my deep thoughtsY'all can't learn Jigga by the shit y'all be readin in The Source;It's deeper of courseFollow the life of this reckless minorAt sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driverPlayin, cops and robbers, like shots can't stop usFlippin a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers)Buck-thirty on the turnsReckless abandon, when I'm standin on this pedalHand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin to give meLord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy orsomebody to tell me that they felt meI tried to play the hand you dealt mebut you gave me five funnies an' shitI was hungry I need menage moneyNothin less than a 520; and with that saidback to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is *BLAM*
{Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh}
