You're Only A Customer Lyrics - Singles - Jay-z

Intro: 

Ha ha ha ha Roc a Fella y'all 

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 don't hold no weight 

Fortune 5 top 5 in the Forbes (you'll see) as you 

Thumb through the Source I read the Ride report 

Class C cold me down with the plastic 

That's all I Ask Of You, like Raphael Saadiq 

At the hotel, Nico, robbin' the val suite 

My people's eyes through the peep hole 

I'm 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 

Can't sop for the feds, say cheese 

You know they wanna take a nigga picture 

Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay richer for now 

Jigga hasn't 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 

That's where the cream is (right), that's where your dream is (well ain't 

it?) 

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Hook: 

You're 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-o's 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 don't know to tell the truth 

If I'm pressed for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all 

Irv Gotti: 

Heads got to roll 

Photos 

Jay-Z: 

I was raised to live, Lord I pray you forgive 

If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd 

What you're facin' is official (it's official) 

Most cases when I'm blazin' won't miss you (won't 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 

It's 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 y'all 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 ain't right from inhaling the work of my life 

Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to hold 

D.C. high pissy off Cristle 

3 G's high seasoned Bacardy, UV's 

Blesses my body, we be fresh at the party 

Play yourself go head if you don't no the ledge 

It's 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 I'm 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 it's the root of evil in these people 

Hook (X3)