[Jay-Z]It\'s the thought of a ride that make my eyes wide, I\'m caught upI\'m trying to make, all of my dreams materialize, so I sortasay my goodbyes to the straight and narrowI found a new route, you bout to see my life changeI make the means justify the ends, I make the creammaterialize keys to a Benz, and so I\'m rollinFor now, holdin down the fort, who\'s controllin?The ground\'s gotta blow em, yep, y\'all shoulda told emUhh, my first felony\'s approachin, copped my first keyTook a freeze, now I\'m frozenI bought a black Mac, I\'m outta controlLosin bankrolls on blackjack, you gotta knowit always crossed my mind that Feds be tappin the lines like Gregory HinesStill on the phone discussin my biz like it could never be minesI know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs, and the rightsStill my blood flows ice, it\'s just my life[Chorus:]\n\nWhat\'s the meaning, what\'s the meaning of life?\n[scratched \"In my lifetime\"]\nWhat\'s the meaning, what\'s the meaning of life?\n[scratched \"In my lifetime\"]\n\n[Jay-Z]\nI\'m like the bass with the ass, splashin cold cash\nThe Big Willie get you chilly when I pass, brrrrrr\nIs it, just a mirage all these girls thankin God\nIs this, world my world, am I the star of stars?\nBaby pimped out, I\'m gettin too large and smokin cigars\nAll chicks is hollerin bout chica, the whole city\'s buzzin\nwasn\'t checkin for me a dozen or so, months ago\nNow I\'m all they know, I\'m a person\nLettin the Cristal\'s breathe at the Barnacle Bar\nUnder my sleeve, vernacular, 50 G\'s\nI\'m talkin big cheese, you gotta be down to dig these, uhh\nGive me a rush like you wouldn\'t believe, my head\'s about to bust\nAcceleratin what drives me, hope I don\'t gotta die\nto see, see I can\'t lie to me\nI know the price, know the risk, know the wrongs and the rights\nStill my blood flows ice, it\'s just my life\n\n[Chorus 2X]\n\n[Jay-Z]\nUhh, from the beginning see we never seen the ending\nRunning up in all the women, all the linen, all the jewels, huh\nWe sported Pele\'s, gold diamonds and Pirelli\'s\nSports cars, the good life\'ll give you abelly but that\'s cool\nas I, zone in the Al Capone, watch me\ncause the Medusa\'s head on Versace turned me to stone\nNow my poems just ain\'t poems, they bloody, when I recite em\nBones get disconnected like the phones\nNow, I\'m a hardened criminal with game\nLike the Garden, all my penpals life controlled by the warden\nStill the drill makes me blind to the fact\nI could do real time, I\'m a prisoner, of my crimes\nKnow the price, know the risk, know the wrongs and the rights\nNow I\'m, incarcerate for my life\n\n[Chorus 5X to fade] in, instrumental, Jay-Z, Jaz-O, lifetime, Money, my, Sauce