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JAY-Z lyrics : "Nickels and Dimes"

[Hook]
Nickels and dimes
Sticks to my mind

I'll never win
You have my friends


[Verse 1]
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 %#@! for my mom
Do this %#@! 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


[Hook]

[Verse 2]

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 ^!$$%s more than my own blood

I die for my ^!$$%s and I love my cub, hope that's not $#&@ed 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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 %#@! I do for the homies


[Hook]


[Verse 3]
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 ^!$$% 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

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