Songtext You're only a customer Jay-Z

You're only a customer

Intro:
Ha ha, ha ha, roc-a-fella yall
Futuristic shit beeotch
Uh, what the fuck? how we do. how we do. uh ha

Verse 1:
Triple platnum nigga with the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit, dont hold no weight
Fortune 5, top 5 in the forbes (youll see) as you
Thumb through the source I read the ride report
Class c, cold me down with the plastic
Thats all I ask of you, like raphael saadiq
At the hotel, nico, robbin the val suite
My peoples eyes through the peep hole
Im lovin you down freak as i
Shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough, to stop em from spreadin the news
Paper headin read jay-z breaths, 80 degrees
The only thing to cool them off is a malibu day breeze
Cant sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but Im a parlay and stay richer for now
Jigga hasnt done dirt in a while
You know my stomach getin weak from livin on the streets for real
Tryin to oversee it from suites, orderin eats
At the top where the criminal minds meet
Thats where the cream is (right) , thats where your dream is (well aint
It? )

Hook:
Youre only a customer (uh)
Walkin in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night long
All night long - mary j. blige

Verse 2:
A-yo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I use to speed excessive, both eyes closed
No thought infested
Hittin pot holes, cop-os will snatch your weight
But your game most precious
Had to rethink things, is pinky ring worth
Life on the run and time served in sing sing
I dont know to tell the truth
If Im pressed for doe, I got to consoul irv gotti yall

Irv gotti:
Heads got to roll

Jay-z:
I was raised to live, lord I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it like jason kidd
What youre facin is official (its official)
Most cases when Im blazin wont miss you (wont miss you)
Case and point mad bullshitted issue
I see it to the end, my writting is so personal
My heart bleedin out my pen, make no mistake aobut me
Its only one nigga livin, I got a half a cake about me
I got love, to make a nigga die bleedin is nothin
You make a motherfucker die breathin then you sayin somthing, beeotch

Hook (x3)

More flavor than yall can image havin
Graphic like sega, saturn, traffic like the bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the tail end of my dive
My brain aint right from inhaling the work of my life
Fuck it, 3s in ya, had to hold
D.c. high pissy off cristle
3 gs high seasoned bacardy, uvs
Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party
Play yourself go head if you dont no the ledge
Its like spittin to god
Get it in your face fuckin with niggas over your head
Take your time with me, shiftee
Use to make coke stretch like the samplin a 950
Shit with that, while Im o a kawasoki bike
At the light, doin a pike, with a bitch on the back
And take flight, my life like it was directed by hype
In 35 slow-mo, with the rockafella logo
Accapoco to arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga
Very little loot, a loser
In the grashish blueish, les coup its the root of evil in these people

Hook (x3)