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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