Jay-z - Allure (Just Blaze Remix) lyrics

[Verse One] The allure of breaking the law Was always too much for me to ever ignore I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses In love with a V-Dub engine Man, I'm high off life, f** it, I'm wasted Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist My womenfriends get tennis bracelets Trips to Venice, get their Winters replaced with The sun...it ain't even fun no more, I'm jaded Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it I put my feet in the footprints left to me Without saying a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy My brother hustled so - naturally - Up next was me...but what perplexes me sh**, I know how this movie ends! yet still I play The starring role in "Hovito's Way" [Hook] "In the valley of my world You'll be my only girl" Once again it's the life, Oh no! "In the valley of my world You'll be my only girl" Once again it's the life, Oh no! [Verse Two] I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka Until I'm under the field with Hoffa...it's real Peel the top up like a toupée Mix the water with the soda Turn the pot up, make a soufflé All of y'all can get it like group-page on your 2-way I'm living proof that crime do pay Say "hooray" to the bad guy, and all the broads Putting cars in their name, for the stars of the game Putting 'caine in their bras and their tomorrows on the train: All in the Name of Love Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came Over the house to take back everything that they claimed Or even the worse pain is the distress Learning you're the mistress only after that love gets slain And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust Now it gets tough to ever love again But the allure of the game, keeps calling your name To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain To all the Christies in different cities and Tiffany Lanes: We all hustlers in love with the same thing [Hook] [Verse Three] I'm like Pookie in New Jack, cleaned up with the roof back On the other side of the tracks I produce crack Still a fiend no less, for the green i just Go through a thing I guess, brings out my best Brings out my worse, just the gift and the curse No one said it would be easy, n***a livin is work It's hard to not style in the Arnage, or f** the Arnage When the Benz doors lift up from the floor And every night fake willies wanna match ya ball But I'm far out of reach like Abdul-Jabbar I'm so into this life, you know who I are Every corner, every hood, n***a ghetto superstar It's the life [Hook]