Criminology

Brooklyn, and we don't quit It’s like this yo, and we don’t stop Jay-Z, Rock Jockey, check it: I get deep and dark like ditches But when I rap, I come off Like death without the glitches Never crossed the black cat With the riches, I’m leaving Stevie, saying "no Wonder you’re superstitious" Beef, I’m with it, simple Ya’ll can all get it.. Ya’ll don’t all get it Don’t nobody of mind for this matter Can gather the data Until your mind don’t matter I bubble like lather Hustle like the lead-off batter Cause all that matters is the money Til it ain’t funny, you feel me? When the beast screams "kill me" Don’t jerk me boy, I rip it silly I’ll let you rise, of course But if you don’t fall off on your own MC's, I cut off at the knees like shorts It gets worse - if you don’t care For my sick thoughts like a nurse With no known remedy I’m leaving boys and men On "bended knee" til "the end of the road" I lie low, forget this record shit, with one sale Yo, pardon me.. Check it out: The nerve of these herbs Ya’ll know who swerve From the curb in the LEX The best observe I’m splashing, splurging Dashing, that’s my word, you know? Champagne glass is crashing, can’t ration Used to having a whole lot So dough - I blow a lot Had a buck fifty while You were still taking Skippy to school Ran with one of them cats That hides Tiffany’s for them jewels Back when Duke was jumping Out of cabs in Krush Groove I was scheming and plotting mostly Dreaming alive, but look what it got me.. Four cars and four hundred thousand shots later You know what I mean? Trying not to curse, you know? Trying not to curse up in this piece..