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Testo No Hook - Jay-Z

Testo della canzone No Hook (Jay-Z), tratta dall'album American Gangster

Most important thing in business is honesty, integrity, hard work, family
Never forgetting where we came from
Poor me, Dad was gone, finally got my dad back
Liver bad, he wouldn't live long, that snatched my dad back
Guidance? I never had that, streets was my second home
Welcomed me with open arms, provided a place to crash at
A place to study math at, matter of fact, I learned it all
Burnt it all, this music is where I bury the ashes at
Flash back, not having much, not having that
Had to get some challah bread so you can holla back and
Holla at my Jewish lawyer to enjoy the fruit of letting my cash stack
And just in case a nigga gotta use his rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
Own boss, own your masters, slaves
The mentality I carry with me to this very day
Fuck rich, let's get wealthy, who else gon' feed we?
If I need it, I'ma get it however, God help me
And I don't need no hook for this shit
I'm so fa sho', it's no façade
"Stay out of trouble," Mama said as Mama sighed
Her fear, her youngest son be a victim of homicide
But I gotta get you out of here momma, or I'ma die inside
And either way, you lose me, Mama, so let loose of me
I got the rein, our direction will soon change
To live and die in N.Y. in the hustle game
Hustle 'caine, hustle clothes, or hustle music
But hustle hard in any hustle that you pick
Skinny nigga, toothpick, but, but I do lift
Weight like I'm using 'roids, Rolls-Royce
Keep my movements smooth while maneuvering
Through all the manure in the sewer that I grew up in
Choices we make trying to escape, 'scape
And I don't need no hook for this shit
This is not for commercial usage
Please don't categorize this as music
Please don't compare me to other rappers
Compare me to trappers, I'm more Frank Lucas than Ludacris
And Luda's my dude, I ain't tryna diss
Like, Frank Lucas is cool, but I ain't trying to snitch
I'ma follow the rules no matter how much time I'ma get
I'ma live and die with the decisions that I'ma pick
So fuck DeHaven for caving, that's why we don't speak
Made men ain't supposed to make statements
End of the story, I followed the code, cracked the safe
Other niggas ain't in the game, so they practice hate
Leave that boy Hov' alone, why don't cha?
You don't have to if you don't want to, but don't say I didn't warn you
Oh, and I don't need no hook for this shit



Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Carter, Barry White, Levar Coppin, Deleno Sean Matthews, Sean J. Combs
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