Song lyrics There's been a murder by Jay Z

[*BLAM BLAM*]
[*woman screaming in pain*.. cops yelling "Go! Go! Go! Go!"]
[*police sirens*]

[Hook:]
{sung vocals}
Think thereīs been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think thereīs been a..
I.. I think thereīs been a..
Think thereīs been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh
I ahh, think thereīs been a..
I.. I think thereīs been a..

[Jay-Z]
I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk
Kidnap and robberies like, (cīmon nigga) "You goin with us"
I held roundtable meetings so we could go on and discuss
not only money but all the emotions goin through us
Why we donīt cry when niggaz die, thatīs how the street raised him
Look in the air, say a prayer (hail mary) hopin God forgave him
Cop liquor, twist it, tap it twice, pour it to the pavement
We live dangerous, often findin ourself in the eyes of strangers
(Who the fuck is you?) My dream is big and in it my team is rich
as seen through the eyes of a nigga who ainīt seen shit
Back to live action, Iīm packin, Iīm still in the mix
like new hits, I think Iīm goin over your head a lilī bit
But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town
Stay free and be who Iīm professional known as now
Jay-motherfuckin-Z; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh

[Hook]

[Jay-Z]
My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin sprayed
Houses gettin broken in, quarters gettin trayed
Bricks gettin chopped, momīs pots gettin 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 gettin my loot on, nigga Iīm too strong
Eat til the foodīs gone, they placed me on this earth
The twin brother of rich/poor though, seperated at birth
I got the soul of a hustler, quiet noise like a muffler
Fuck with us, walk through the ghetto, see the place that corrupted us
Learn why we buck at the guys that come up with us
Ainīt enough bucks for us to split in this shit
Plus ainīt nobody lovin us; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is dead, and uhh

[Hook]

[Jay-Z]
See my life is like a see-saw
And until I move this weight itīs gonī keep me to the floor
Travel with me through my deep thoughts
Yīall canīt learn Jigga by the shit yīall be readin in The Source;
Itīs deeper of course
Follow the life of this reckless minor
At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver
Playin, cops and robbers, like shots canīt stop us
Flippin a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers)
Buck-thirty on the turns
Reckless abandon, when Iīm standin on this pedal
Hand on my metal, minus all this time they tryin 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 anī shit
I was hungry I need menage money
Nothin less than a 520; and with that said
back to Shawn Carter the hustler, Jay-Z is *BLAM*

{Think thereīs been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh}