Перевод песни Justify My Thug - JAY-Z

(Intro: Jay-Z Talking)

Uh, this feel right right here Quik

It's like it's 'sposed to happen this one right here

Young! God damn...

... Let me justify my thug on this one right here

(Verse One)

It goes one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock rock

Five six seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock

Eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock, the party bout to pop

Then - (Roc-A-Fella y'all), it's your boy S. Dot

And I ain't never been to jail;

I ain't never pay a nigga to do no dirt for me I was scared to do myself

I will never tell even if it means sitting in a cell

I ain't never ran, never will

I ain't never been smacked; a nigga better keep his hands to himself

Or get clapped for what's under that man's belt

I never asked for nothing I don't demand of myself

Honesty, loyalty, friends and then wealth

Death before dishonor and I tell you what else

I tighten my belt 'fore I beg for help

Foolish pride is what held me together through the years

I wasn't felt which is why I ain't never played myself

I just play the hand I'm dealt,

I can't say I've never knelt before God

And asked for better cards at times to no avail

But I never sat back feeling sorry for myself

If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell

Till it's heaven

(Chorus: imitating Madonna)

Justify my thug! {*"For you!" - Run-D.M.C.*}

My thug... (hoping..)

My thug... (praying..) for you

To justify my thug!

My thug... (hoping..)

My thug... (praying..) for you...

{*"For you! Fresh" - Run-D.M.C.*}

(Verse Two)

Now if you shoot my dog, I'ma kill yo' cat

Just the unwritten laws in rap - know dat

For every action there's a reaction, don't have me relapsin

Relaxin's what I'm about, but about mine

Don't be acting like you can't see street action

Take me back to +Reasonable Doubt+ time

You see my mind's on the finish line, facin the wreck

I put my muh'fucking faith in the tec, tell Satan not yet

You understand I am chasin my breath

I am narrowly escapin my death, oh yes

I am the Michael Schumacher of the Roc roster

Travellin Mach 5, barrelin, my power can stop God

God forgive me but I can't let them deliver me to you

Until, I won this race, then eventually

My engine gon' burn out, I get whatever is meant for me

However it turns out fine - red line!

(Verse Three)

They say an eye for an eye, we both lose our sight

And two wrongs don't make a right

But when you been wrong and you know all along that it's just one life

At what point does one fight? (Good question right!)

'Fore you knock the boy, try to put your dogs in his

Ten-and-a-halfs, for a minute-and-a-half

Bet that stops all the grinnin and the laughs

When you play the game of life and the win ain't in the bag

When your options is none and the pen is all you have

Or the block, niggaz standin tight, there's limits on the ave

Trying to cop or shot-call theyself cleansin in the cash

But can't put they name on paper cause, then you on blast

Mr. President, there's drugs in our residence

Tell me what you want me to do, come break bread with us

Mr. Governor, I swear there's a cover up

Every other corner there's a liquor store - fuck is up?