Jay-z - Squeeze First lyrics

Uh, yeah, mmmm William H., n***as Holla, yeah, yo That's why I squeeze first, ask questions last That's how most of these so called gangstas pa** I squeeze first, ask questions last 'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today Yo, when I meet ya, I heat ya down When I greet ya, meet ya with pound Not the handshake, but the kind that make ya demand a wake The kind that put land over your face I pop ya, let doctors stitch ya I N F R A, will not miss ya I move light, like my shoes too tight Leave n***as confused from the day to the night At night, see the light, when the pistol's sparkin' Daytime it gets dark when that pistol barkin' I keep cash 'case cops arrest me 'Case kids kidnap me, kids could get back me You shall repent 'fore you spend a red cent If not, you somebody up close to sin Thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he Face a thousand d**hs from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke And y'all choke motherf**ers That's why I squeeze first, ask questions last That's how most of these so called gangstas pa** I squeeze first, ask questions last 'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today I said, thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he Face a thousand d**hs from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke Thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he Face a thousand d**hs from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke And y'all choke n***as That's why I squeeze first, ask questions last That's how most of these so called gangstas pa** I squeeze first, ask questions last 'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today Y'all don't understand I said, thou shalt not f** with raw me, or he Face a thousand d**hs from Mr. Shawn Correy Carter, rap harder like I'm part of a cult Like Cuban cigar maker 'cept I'm hard to smoke Y'all choke n***as That's why I squeeze first, ask questions last That's how most of these so called gangstas pa** I squeeze first, ask questions last 'Cuz when I pull up, always pop, that's why I'm livin' today See when I'm low in digits, I push blow in a blizzard I'm a player for real, I post and pivot Coke distribute be where the ghosts visit Where the demons live, sh** my scene is vivid Squeamish kids, y'all get the f** outta this verse It's about to get so obscene in a minute I seen and live it, I did some things I admit it Wasn't proud of it, but I was a child f** it Kept a pow tucked in a brown belt Couldn't sit down, big gun kept stickin' my pelvis sh** it was either that or be livin' wit' Elvis n***as is jealous, hell is hot, you heard X Wanted to tell God that I don't deserve this Was afraid that he'd tell me I deserve less My life was nervous, you haven't heard stress 'Til you heard the cries of my mama, me givin' her drama Told her I ain't promised tomorrow, gotta live for the day And before she could say Jay I was out the door, pouch full of raw, a outlaw mentality Men gotta do men things for men salary Bad Boy, not Puff or Mike Lowery Damn B.I.G. woulda been proud of me Ahh, sh** man Young Hova ya heard? Who could f** wit' him?