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jay-z – only a customer lyrics

[intro: jay-z]
ha ha, ha ha, roc-a-fella y’all
futuristic sh-t, bee-atch
uh, what the f-ck? how we do, how we do
uh huh, uh huh

[verse 1: jay-z]
it’s the eventual triple platinum n-gga with the solid gold fade
all that nickle and dime sh-t, don’t hold no weight
fortune 5, top 5 in the forbes (you’ll see)
as you thumb through the source, i read the robb report
cl-ss c, cold me down with the plastic
that’s all i ask of you, like raphael saadiq
at the hotel nikko, robert duvall suite
my people’s eyes through the peep hole
i’m loving you down freak, as i
shoot through the city like a rumor
not soon enough, to stop ’em from spreading
the newspaper heading read “jay-z breathes, 80 degrees
only thing to cool him off is a malibu bay breeze”
can’t stop for the feds, say cheese
you know they wanna take a n-gga picture
pray for the day to get ya, but i’ma parlay, stay richer for now
jigga hasn’t done dirt in a while
you know my stomach’s getting weak from living on the streets
for real, i’m trying to oversee it from suites, ordering eats
at the top where the real criminal minds meet
that’s where the cream is (right?!)
that’s where your dream is (well ain’t it?)

[chorus: jay-z, ll cool j & mary j. blige]
you’re only a customer (uh)
walkin’ in the presence of hustlers
we spend money all night
(all night long)
beeotch, roc-a-fella y’all, ha ha
you’re only a customer (uh)
walkin’ in the presence of hustlers
we spend money all night
(all night long)
roc-a-fella…

[verse 2: jay-z & irv gotti]
yeah, ayo my youth had a n-gga too aggressive, ha
i used to speed excessive, both eyes closed
no thought infested
hitting pot holes, cop-o’s’ll sn-tch your away
what you deem most precious
had to rethink things, is pinky rings worth
life on the run and time served in sing sing?
i don’t know to tell the truth, if i’m pressed for dough
gotta consult irv gotti y’all, heads got to roll
i was raised to live, lord i pray you forgive
if not, i just handle it like jason kidd
what you’re facing is official (it’s official)
in most cases when i’m blazing won’t miss you (won’t miss you)
case and point made bullsh-t a issue, i see it to the end
my writing so personal, my heart bleeding through the pen
make no mistake about me
it’s only one n-gga living, i got half a cake about me
i got love, i can k!ll a friend over fam not drugs
and very, few people understand that love
to make a n-gga die bleeding is nothing (nothing)
you make a motherf-cker die breathing
then you saying something, beeotch

[chorus: jay-z, ll cool j & mary j. blige]
you’re only a customer (uh)
walkin’ in the presence of hustlers
we spend money all night, roc-a-fella y’all, ha ha
(all night long)
you’re only a customer (uh)
walkin’ in the presence of hustlers
we spend money all night, roc-a-fella
(all night long)
you’re only a customer (uh)
walkin’ in the presence of hustlers
we spend money all night
(all night long)

[verse 3: jay-z]
roc-a-fella…
more flavor than y’all can image having
graphic like sega saturn, traffic like the bodega
it just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dirt
brain ain’t right from inhaling the work all my life
f-ck it, greasy i, had the whole d.c. high
p-ssy off cristal, 3g high
seasoned bacardi, vvs’s
blesses my body, we be fresh at the party
play yourself go ‘head if you don’t know the ledge
it’s like spitting to god
get it in your face f-cking with n-ggas over your head
take your time with me, shifty
used to make c0ke stretch like a sample in a 950
sh-t with that, while i’m on a kawasaki bike
at the light, doing a pike, with a b-tch on the back
and take flight, my life like it was directed by hype
in 35 slow-mo, with the roc-a-fella logo
accapoco to aruba, bay breezes and caviar beluga
very little loot eludes us
in the grayish blueish l-e-x coupe
it’s the root of evil in these people, what the f-ck?

[chorus: jay-z, ll cool j & mary j. blige]
you’re only a customer (uh)
walkin’ in the presence of hustlers
we spend money all night
roc-a-fella, uh huh, uh huh, beeotch
(all night long)
you’re only a customer (uh)
walkin’ in the presence of hustlers
we spend money all night
(all night long)

[outro: jay-z]
roc-a-fella, uh huh, uh huh
futuristic sh-t

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