(Beyonce talking)

(Verse 1: Jay-Z)
Look, mindstate of a gangster from the 40's
Meet the vicious mind of motown's Berry Gordi
Turn crack rocks into a chain of 40/40's
Sorry my jewlerys so gordy
Slid into the party with my new pair of Maurys
America meet the gangsta Shawn Corey
Hey young world wanna hear a story?
Close your eyes and you could pretend your me
A cut from the cloth of the kennedys
Frank Sinatra having dinner with the Genevees
This is the genesis of a nemesis
Mother america's not witnessing
The harlem renescance birthed black buisnesses
This is the tale of lost innocence
As the inncents burn and the turn tables turn and that Al Greens plays
I see my mother's afro as momma taps her toes as she rolls her jays
And my poppa just left the house, in search of the killer of my Uncle Ray
And she's trying to calm my nerves, as I observe this is just one day
And what tommorow has in store we could never be sure so all we can do is
Pray

(Beyonce Talking)

(Verse 2: Jay-Z)
As I head towrards my home room I observe the rooms though needles on the ground
I hear a car go vrooom drug dealer in the BM with the top down
As the girls start to giggle I ask why you laugh they say "you too little"
One day you'll understand when you become a man 'bout things you have to get you
Fast foward freeze frame on my pistol
Fist full of dollers ignorence is so blissfull
I didn't choose this life this life chose me
Around here is the shit that you just do
I just left school, the same BM is pulled over by the boys dressed blue
They had they guns drawn screaming just move
Unless there something else you suggest we can do
He made his way to the trunk, opened it like a hu
A treasure chest was removed
Cops said he'll be back next month
What we called Kurrup he called paying dues
Now when the rules is blurred as they hears a blurr what am I to do
But pray, pray the lord forgive me
Pray guys goodbye for what I'm a go through
Pray

(Beyonce Talking)

Anyway this whole pressure into drug confession
Flurrishes like beverages hu refreshing
Sweet taste of sin everything I've seen made me everything I am
Bad drug dealer or I victim I beg
What came first moving chickens or the egg