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Check the bassline out, uh-huh |
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Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh |
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Let it bump though |
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It's the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us |
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It's the hard knock life, for us! |
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Steada treated, we get tricked |
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Steada kisses, we get kicked |
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It's the hard knock life! |
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From standin' on the corners boppin' |
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To drivin' some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen |
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For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard |
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From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock |
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Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well |
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From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell |
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But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw |
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Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots |
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And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not |
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I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not |
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Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot |
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Let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh |
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Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh |
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And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy |
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Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby! |
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You know it's hell when I come through |
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The life and times of Shawn Carter |
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Nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready |
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It's the hard knock life, for us |
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It's the hard knock life, for us! |
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Steada treated, we get tricked |
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Steada kisses, we get kicked |
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It's the hard knock life! |
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I flow for those 'dro'ed out, all my niggaz |
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Locked down in the ten by fo', controllin' the house |
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We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks |
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Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that |
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I flow for chicks wishin', they ain't have to strip to pay tuition |
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I see you vision mama, I put my money on the long shots |
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All my ballers that's born to clock |
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Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not |
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I went from lukewarm to hot; sleepin' on futons and cots |
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To king size, green machines, the green fives |
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I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills |
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Then I put it down type braile |
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I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homies |
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I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit! |
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I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improving |
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I'm tryin to murder everything movin', feel me?! |
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It's the hard knock life, for us |
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It's the hard knock life, for us! |
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Steada treated, we get tricked |
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Steada kisses, we get kicked |
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It's the hard knock life, for us |
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It's the hard knock life, for us! |
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Steada treated, we get tricked |
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Steada kisses, we get kicked |
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It's the hard knock life! |
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I don't how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes |
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Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes |
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Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress |
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You'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me |
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I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out |
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Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out |
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So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out |
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Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh! |
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It's the hard knock life, for us |
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It's the hard knock life, for us! |
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Steada treated, we get tricked |
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Steada kisses, we get kicked |
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It's the hard knock life, for us |
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It's the hard knock life, for us! |
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Steada treated, we get tricked |
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Steada kisses, we get kicked |
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It's the hard knock life! |
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It's the hard knock life! |
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It's the hard knock life! |
