There’s Been A Murder-Jay-Z

[BLAM BLAM] [woman screaming in pain.. cops yelling "Go! Go! Go! Go!"] [police sirens] [Hook:] Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I ahh, think there's been a.. I.. I think there's been a.. Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh I ahh, think there's been a.. I.. I think there's been a.. [Jay-Z] I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk Kidnap and robberies like (c'mon ni**a) "You're going with us" I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discuss Not only money but all the emotions going through us Why we don't cry when niggas die, that's how the street raised him Look in the air, say a prayer (hail Mary) hoping God forgave him Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement We live dangerous, often finding ourself in the eyes of strangers (Who the f**k is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is rich As seen through the eyes of a ni**a who ain't seen sh*t Back to live action, I'm packing, I'm still in the mix Like new hits, i think i'm going over your head a little bit But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town Stay free and be who I'm professional known as now Jay-motherf**king-Z; and with that said Back to shawn carter the hustler, jay-z is dead, and uh [Hook] [Jay-Z] My infatuation with autos led to autos getting sprayed Houses getting broken in, quarters getting tried Bricks getting chopped, mom's pots getting used One thrown in that water, try the soda in there too Expensive shoes worn, Louis Vuitton seat, roof gone Coke cheap, my face is like a coupon I gotta do Shawn, 'cause even when Jay-Z was lukewarm I was getting my loot on, ni**a I'm too strong Eat till the food's gone, they placed me on this earth The twin brother of Rick Porter, separated at birth I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler F**k with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us Ain't enough bucks for us to split in this sh*t Plus ain't nobody loving us; and with that said Back to shawn carter the hustler, jay-z is dead, and uh [Hook] [Jay-Z] See my life is like a see-saw And until I move this weight it's gonna keep me to the floor Travel with me through my deep thoughts You all can't learn Jigga by the sh*t you all be reading in The Source; It's deeper of course Follow the life of this reckless minor At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver Playing, cops and robbers, like shots can't stop us Flipping a bird to the choppers (f**k you coppers) Buck-thirty on the turns Reckless abandon, when I'm standing on this pedal Hand on my metal, minus all this time they trying to give me Lord help me, all I ever wanted to be was wealthy or Somebody to tell me that they felt me I tried to play the hand you dealt me But you gave me five funnies and sh*t I was hungry I need menage money Nothing less than a 520; and with that said Back to shawn carter the hustler, jay-z is *blam* (Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh)