• 标题:Nickels and Dimes
  • 歌手:Jay-Z
  • 专辑:Magna Carta... Holy Grail
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    Nickels And Dimes - Jay-Z
    Nickels and dimes
    Sticks to my mind
    I'll never win
    You have my friends
    Got a thing for nickel plated nines and pretty dimes
    Mac-11 I squeeze like lemon limes
    Squirt obey your thirst, fashion lines
    Between beauty and beast, I walk the line
    Johnny Cash, I'm a real G
    I cut my self today to see if I still bleed
    Success is so sublime
    Gotta do that time to time so I don't lose my mind
    Something 'bout the struggle so divine
    This sort of love is hard to define
    When you scratching for every nickel and dime
    Got me itching to do this shit for my mom
    Do this shit for my town
    Leave the door open hoping they kick it down
    The purist form of giving is anonymous to anonymous
    We gonna make it there, I promise this
    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 niggas more than my own blood
    I die for my niggas and I love my cub, hope that's not fucked up
    I got a problem with the handouts, I took the man route
    I'll give an opportunity though, that's the plan now
    No guilt in giving clear a nigga conscience out
    No guilt in receiving, every thing within reason
    Can't see it taking food out my little monster's mouth
    That will drive me gaga
    Run up in your momma's house, two nickels, one dime
    Manslaughter charges, the lawyer, knocked it down
    I'm just trying to find common ground
    'fore Mr. Belafonte come and chop a nigga down
    Mr. Day O, major fail
    Respect these youngins boy, it's my time now
    Hublot homie, two door homie
    You don't know all the shit I do for the homies
    Pardon my hubris, Stanley Kubrick
    With eyes wide shut, I could cook up two bricks
    Turn nickels to dime, 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
    Everybody around 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
    Watch me cook, throw no looks
    Like Magic in his prime when Kareem sky hooked
    Y'all not worthy, sometimes I feel like
    Y'all don't deserve me, my flow unearthly
    The greatest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous
    So here y'all go, I promise this