Jay-Z Feat. Mary J. Blige - Can't Knock The Hustle lyrics

rate me

Just talk about

Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z, huh?

Just talk about

Yeah, yeah, yeah, roc a fella y'all, ha ha

Bounce, bounce, bounce, roc a fella y'all

Check, check

Yo, I'm makin' 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

Shoppin' sprees, copin' three

Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yes

Bouncin' in the lex luger, tires smoke like Buddha

50 G's to the crap shooter, niggaz can't fade me

Chrome socks beamin'

Through my perephreal I see ya schemin'

Stop dreamin', I leave your body steamin'

Niggaz is fiendin' what's the meanin'?

I'm leanin' on any nigga intervenin'

With the sound of my money machine in

My cup runneth, over with hundreds

I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin'

Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow

The Don Juan, De Marco, swear to God, don't get it fucked up

I'm takin' out this time

To give you, a piece of my mind

'Cause you can't knock the hustle

But who do you think you are?

Baby, one day you'll be a star

Last seen out of state where I drop my slang

I'm deep in the south kickin' up top game

Bouncin' on the highway switchin' fo' lanes

Screamin' through the sunroof, money ain't a thing

Your worst fear confirmed

Me and my fam' roll tight like The Firm

Gettin' down for life, that's right, you better learn

Why play with fire, burn

We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire

We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm

Till 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 she can't knock the hustle

But until the late thang, I'm the one who's crazy

'Cause that's the way you're makin' me feel

(The way you make me feel)

She can't knock the hustle

I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time

To knock the hustle for real

Yo, y'all niggaz lunchin', punchin' the clock

My function is to make much and lay back munchin'

Sippin' Remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin' to watch

Nothin' to stop, un-stoppable

Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew

I gotta, let you niggaz know the time like Movado

My motto, stack rocks like Colorado

Auto off the champagne, cristal's by the bottle

It's a damn shame what you're not though

(Who?)

Me

Slick like a gato, fuckin Jay-Z

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 a rappers like a campus

Le Tigre, son you're too eager

You ain't havin it? Good, me either

Let's, get together and make this whole world believe us huh?

At my arraignment, screamin'

All us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even

Thievin' as long as I'm breathin'

Can't knock the way a nigga eatin' fuck you even

I'm takin' out this time

To give you a piece of my mind

But who you think you are?

Baby one day you'll be a star

But until the late thing, I'm the one who's crazy

'Cause that's the way you're makin' me feel

(The way you make me feel)

I'm just tryin' to get mine, I don't have the time

To knock the hustle for real