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Can't Knock The Hustle (feat Mary J. Blige)

Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha

Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all

Check, checkYo, 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, coping three

Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yes

Bouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha

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

Chrome socks beaming

Through my peripheral I see ya 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 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 DeMarco, swear to God, don't get it fucked upI'm taking out this time

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 starLast seen out of state where I drop my slang

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 thing

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, 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 you can't knock the hustleBut until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy

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

(Cause you can't knock the hustle)

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

To knock the hustle for realYo, 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, un-stoppable

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

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, fucking 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 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!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 the late thing 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

Songwriters

SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER, MARCUS MILLER, MELI'SA MORGAN, LESETTE DENISE WILSONPublished by

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