In My Lifetime - Jay-Z

[Jay Z] 
This song here.. 
.. is dedicated to Danny Dan and may he rest in peace 
Who at his funeral left us with the words that 
he did it his way (uh huh uh huh) 
So I have no other choice but to do it my way 
Uh huh uh huh 

Uhh! While niggaz are shootin stupid 
I'm carefully plottin ways to make it rotten 
Well planned hits until you're long forgotten 
Y'all niggaz that utilize my style don't hurt me, cause on the low 
half of these rappin-ass niggaz wanna work for me 
Now picture me standin on somebody block tryin to rock 
I drop bombs and niggaz see me with that dough by eight o'clock 
My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards 
While you're starin on my dick nigga, gimme yours! 
I don't hassle with capsules cause that'll make the grass grow 
and get a project nigga paid up the asshole 
if I'ma risk a frisk, gettin my wrists wrapped up in steel 
I'm out here tryin to make a mill', my shit is real for real 
While others worship guns I worship tons of money 
tons of fun, laughin at shit that ain't even funny 
So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow 
Eighty percent of these niggaz with deals 
can't see me with the dough, uhh! 

Chorus: Jay-Z 

In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough 
I need a whole lot of dough (for real!) 
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash 
I need a whole lot of cash (stay real!) 
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough 
I need a whole lot of dough * 
In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash 
I need a whole lot of cash 

*1: (for real!) 
*2: (true!) 
*3: (true!) 

[Jay-Z] 
More ice than winter ninety-four 
I toured the fifty states with a trunk of raw 
Recrutin, I'm hittin shortiess with consignment, but don't play me 
Ohh you gon' pay me, y'all niggaz ain't crazy! 
I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner 
under some vagina, discussin the finer, things 
My crib is mean, watchin a hundred inch screen 
Lettin the shorties slide by once in a while and let em dream 
They think I've mastered the game cause dames scream my name 
with passion, I tell em stop flashin and start stashin 
And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel 
is from a sauna, lettin bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna 
And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in 
pounds of herbs and profit if niggaz wanna smoke dope 
But keep your nuts cause this is a man's game 
And we'll all pop champagne til it's a damn shame 

Chorus 

[Jay-Z] 
I'm shootin to Vegas gamblin green-o at the casino 
Schoolin the dice like Vinny Barberino 
Welcome back, the ninety-four version of the mack 
As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act 
Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor 
Only pop and droppin Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga 
My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile 
Your rollin with a pro with, money to blow child 
You need to feel how sweet the skills be 
to come and slide down Sugar Hill with me 
The high roller, rolled up on your dice game 
Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all 
I never slept, cause sleepin keeps you deep in debt 
On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette 
I'm ghost, envied by most 
So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker 

Chorus 

[Jay-Z] 
Haha, f'real! Jay-Z lives 
Ski, Roc-a-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh 
Dame Dash.. ha-ha 
Roc-a-fella Records.. uh-huh 
Everybody from Brooklyn 
Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B Hah 
DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown 
?, my V-A click running thick 
D'Shawn definitly in the house 
Roughness y'all, this how we do