Artist: Jay-Z Album: Magna Carta... Holy Grail Song: Nickels & Dimes Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: sample of "Nikels and Dimes" by Gonjasufi] Nickels and dimes (nickels and dimes) Sticks to my mind (sticks to my mind) I'm on my way (I'm on my way) You have my friends (you have my friends) [Jay-Z] Uhh, got a thing for nickel-plated nines and pretty dimes Mac-11 I squeeze like lemon limes Squirt, obey your thirst, fashion lines 'tween beauty and beast, I +Walk the Line+ Uh, Johnny Cash, I'm a real G I cut myself today to see if I still bleed ... Success is so sublime Gotta do that time to time so I don't lose my mind Somethin 'bout the struggle so divine This sort of love is hard to define When you scratchin for every nickel and dime Got me itchin to do this shit for my mom Uh, do this shit for my town Leave the door open hopin they kick it down Purest form of givin is anonymous, to anonymous We gon' make it there, I promise this [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Uhh, sometimes I feel, survivor's guilt I gave some money to this guy, he got high as hell Now I'm part of the problem, far as I could tell Did I do it for him, or do it for myself? Can't lie to myself, I love my niggaz more than my own blood I'd die for my niggaz and I love my cub Hope that's not fucked up I got a problem with the hand-outs; uh, I took the man route I'll give an opportunity though, that's the plan now No guilt in givin, clear a nigga conscience out No guilt in receivin, everything within reason Can't see it takin food out my little monster's mouth That'll drive me +Gaga+, run up in your momma's house Uh, two nickels, one dime Manslaughter charges, the lawyer, knocked it down Uh, I'm just tryin to find common ground 'fore Mr. Belafonte come and chop a nigga down Mr. Day-O, major fail Respect these young'ins boy, it's my time now Hublot homie, two-door homie You don't know all the shit I do for the homies ... Nickels and dimes [Chorus] [Interlude: sample of "Nikels and Dimes" by Gonjasufi] It all depends... How the story is... Nickels and dimes (nickels and dimes) Tickles my mind [Jay-Z] Uh, pardon my hubris, uh, Stanley Kubrick With +Eyes Wide Shut+, I could cook up two bricks Turn nickels to dimes, turn dimes to quarters Turn wives from daughters, oh I'm clear as water And just for clarity, my presence is charity My flow is a gift, philanthropist Uh, e'rybody 'round me rich, or will be Baby boy I promise you this, or kill me And when a nigga go as the old adage go You die rich or you die a disgrace so just let me grow Uhh, watch me cook, throw no looks like Magic in his prime when Kareem sky hooked Yeah, y'all not +Worthy+ Sometimes I feel like, y'all don't deserve me, my flow unearthly The greatest form of givin is anonymous, to anonymous So here y'all go, I promise this [Chorus] - 2X