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Can’t Knock The Hustle Lyrics By Jay Z

    produced by the hitmen knobody

    skit pain in da ass
    ah shit okay okay alright
    big man you wanna make some big bucks huh
    let’s see how tough you are
    you know something about cocaine digame
    you kidding me or what man
    there’s a bunch of colombians coming in friday new guys
    they said they got two keys for us for openers
    pure cocaine you tell ’em capiche
    i want you to go over there
    and if it is what they say it is you buy it you bring it back
    you can do that you make five grand
    meet them at the bodegas noon friday
    you get the buy money then
    oh and chico if anything happens to the buy money
    eh pobrecito
    jayz’s gonna stick your heads up your asses faster than a rabbit gets fucked

    jayz
    bounce bounce bounce jayz huh
    yeah yeah yeah rocafella y’all ha ha
    bounce bounce bounce rocafella y’all
    check check

    jayz
    yo i’m making short term goals when the weather folds
    just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold
    chilly with enough bail money to free a big willie
    high stakes i got more at stake than philly
    shopping sprees cop in three
    deuce fever is’s fully loaded ah yes
    bouncing in the lex luger tires smoke like buddha
    50 gs to the crap shooter niggas can’t fade me
    chrome socks beaming
    through my peripheral i see you scheming
    stop dreaming i leave your body steaming
    niggas is fiending what’s the meaning
    i’m leaning on any nigga intervening
    with the sound of my money machining brrrr
    my cup runneth over with hundreds
    i’m one of the best niggas that done it six digits and running
    y’all niggas don’t want it
    i got the godfather flow the don juan demarco
    swear to god don’t get it fucked up

    mary j blige jayz
    i’m taking out this time yeah yeah what
    to give you a piece of my mind
    ’cause you can’t knock the hustle
    who do you think you are
    baby one day you’ll be a star

    jayz
    last seen out of state where i drop my sling
    i’m deep in the south kicking up top game
    bouncing on the highway switching fo’ lanes
    screaming through the sunroof money ain’t a thang
    your worst fear confirmed
    me and my fam roll tight like the firm
    getting down for life that’s right you better learn
    why play with fire you burn
    we get together like a choir to acquire what we desire
    we do dirt like worms produce g’s like sperm
    ’til legs spread like germs
    i got extensive hoes with expensive clothes
    and i sip fine wines and spit vintage flows
    what y’all don’t know
    yeah yeah yeah yeah cause you can’t knock the hustle

    mary j blige jayz
    but until then lately i’m the one who’s crazy
    ’cause that’s the way you’re making me feel
    ’cause you can’t knock the hustle
    the way you make me feel
    i’m just trying to get mine i don’t have the time
    to knock the hustle for real

    jayz
    yo y’all niggas lunching punching the clock
    my function is to make much and lay back munching
    sipping remy on the rocks my crew something to watch
    nothing to stop unstoppable
    scheme on the ice i gotta hot your crew
    i gotta let you niggas know the time like movado
    my motto stack rocks like colorado
    waddle off the champagne cristals by the bottle
    it’s a damn shame what you’re not though who me
    slick like a gato fucking jayz
    my pops knew exactly what he did when he made me
    tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what
    straight bananas can a nigga see me
    got the us open advantage jigga
    serve like sampras play fake rappers like a campus
    le tigre son you’re too eager
    you ain’t having it good me either
    let’s get together and make this whole world believe us huh
    at my arraignment screaming
    all us blacks got is sports and entertainment until we even
    thieving as long as i’m breathing
    can’t knock the way a nigga eating fuck you even

    mary j blige
    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
    but until then lately i’m the one who’s crazy
    ’cause that’s the way you’re making me feel
    i’m just trying to get mine i don’t have the time
    to knock the hustle for real

    Artist: Jay Z

    Year: 1996

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 469