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| Jay-Z Miscellaneous Can't Knock the Hustle (rmx) Intro: (Singing) Whoooh, Paradise you better think twice, 'cause you're not living the life Jay-Z: Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella y'all, it don't stop Verse One: We about to change this game here Check my pockets there's nothing but game there I remain without fear Keep the lanes clear, and the cats that's all about threats remain here On top of this Metropolis My name is like a square Dropped off every tier Now y'all can swear to Jay Heard it the other day Through the mystery, we get it swiftly We got to hit you every night before we hit the lights it's type addictive Need cats to live with, the heat goes on Everyday is a hustle, the beat goes on Funny thing happen, in the midst of chasing money and foes And the worst thing worst then getting old is not getting old Niggaz stay low, like six bowls of shit and gold And watch the hoes when they bump into your clothes And I hope they shine Seen a lot of things and enough memories to last me two lifetimes Can't knock the hustle Chorus #1: (Singing) I'm taking out this time To give you a piece of my mind Who do you think you are Baby one day you'll be a star Verse Two Check this In a mans world need a girl to tough something Pull an 80 out her Anne Klein purse and bust something If you skating through the night to the light, then trust something When I get home Then it's on Girl just crack those shaped legs like Grade A eggs Love the way you behave and beg Moan, turn those hollers to screams as we zone like a college team Then they can hear you from Hollis, Queens (226) Life with me, consists of a lot of things Chips in your ear hit the dirt 'cause you got hotter things But you know how to scream, friends talking dizziness Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business You know they can't love it, trips to LA with no luggage Came back with six bags struggling In first class if my ass should crash, champagne spilled on me Bank still off on me Chorus #2: (Singing) But until the last day, I'm the one who's crazy 'Cause that's the way you making me feel (can't knock the hustle) I don't want no romance, I just want the chance Can't knock the hustle for real Verse Three Ever since you retired, working alongside those live wires Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know liars I guess I'm biased, what I talk about I live These rap dudes can flip, but some of them ain't even rhyming for chips WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THIS Seems brainless, on tours with whores that's what I'm saying I miss Cats that go all out for their gold plaques Starting out with four jacks, ended up with Gold Ac's Bet your love collapses if my funds get trapped On the weight of me through you, screw you Gun blew you, I didn't want to choose you Run through you like UH, EXCUSE YOU! But that's my cash, I understand you hustle That's my cash, you don't understand Let my dough flash, you can show it love Like a rap star in front of the club But don't knock the hustle Chorus 1 & 2 to fade |
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