| Song | There's Been a Murder |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Album | Vol. 3: Life and Times of S. Carter |
| 作词 : Carter, Davis, Francis, Howard | |
| {sung vocals} | |
| Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh | |
| I ahh, think there's been a.. | |
| I.. I think there's been a.. | |
| Think there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh | |
| I ahh, think there's been a.. | |
| I.. I think there's been a.. | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk | |
| Kidnap and robberies like, (c'mon 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 don't cry when niggaz die, that's 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 ain't seen shit | |
| Back to live action, I'm packin, I'm still in the mix | |
| like new hits, I think I'm goin over your head a lil' bit | |
| But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town | |
| Stay free and be who I'm 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, mom's 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 I'm too strong | |
| Eat til the food's 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 | |
| Ain't enough bucks for us to split in this shit | |
| Plus ain't 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 it's gon' keep me to the floor | |
| Travel with me through my deep thoughts | |
| Y'all can't learn Jigga by the shit y'all be readin in The Source; | |
| It's deeper of course | |
| Follow the life of this reckless minor | |
| At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver | |
| Playin, cops and robbers, like shots can't stop us | |
| Flippin a bird to the choppers (fuck you coppers) | |
| Buck-thirty on the turns | |
| Reckless abandon, when I'm 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 an' 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 there's been a murder-errra-ahhh-hahh-ahhh} |
| zuò cí : Carter, Davis, Francis, Howard | |
| sung vocals | |
| Think there' s been a murdererrraahhhhahhahhh | |
| I ahh, think there' s been a.. | |
| I.. I think there' s been a.. | |
| Think there' s been a murdererrraahhhhahhahhh | |
| I ahh, think there' s been a.. | |
| I.. I think there' s been a.. | |
| JayZ | |
| I hustle from, night to morning, dawn to dusk | |
| Kidnap and robberies like, c' mon 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 don' t cry when niggaz die, that' s 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 ain' t seen shit | |
| Back to live action, I' m packin, I' m still in the mix | |
| like new hits, I think I' m goin over your head a lil' bit | |
| But I let you know I changed names when I roam through town | |
| Stay free and be who I' m professional known as now | |
| JaymotherfuckinZ and with that said | |
| back to Shawn Carter the hustler, JayZ is dead, and uhh | |
| Hook | |
| JayZ | |
| My infatuation with autos led to autos gettin sprayed | |
| Houses gettin broken in, quarters gettin trayed | |
| Bricks gettin chopped, mom' s 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 JayZ was lukewarm | |
| I was gettin my loot on, nigga I' m too strong | |
| Eat til the food' s 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 | |
| Ain' t enough bucks for us to split in this shit | |
| Plus ain' t nobody lovin us and with that said | |
| back to Shawn Carter the hustler, JayZ is dead, and uhh | |
| Hook | |
| JayZ | |
| See my life is like a seesaw | |
| And until I move this weight it' s gon' keep me to the floor | |
| Travel with me through my deep thoughts | |
| Y' all can' t learn Jigga by the shit y' all be readin in The Source | |
| It' s deeper of course | |
| Follow the life of this reckless minor | |
| At sixteen in the 600, unlicensed driver | |
| Playin, cops and robbers, like shots can' t stop us | |
| Flippin a bird to the choppers fuck you coppers | |
| Buckthirty on the turns | |
| Reckless abandon, when I' m 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 an' shit | |
| I was hungry I need menage money | |
| Nothin less than a 520 and with that said | |
| back to Shawn Carter the hustler, JayZ is BLAM | |
| Think there' s been a murdererrraahhhhahhahhh |