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, 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, cop in three

Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yes

Bouncin' in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha

Fifty G's to the crap shooter, **** can't fade me

Chrome socks beamin'

Through my peripheral, I see you schemin'

Stop dreamin', I leave your body steamin'

**** is fiendin', what's the meanin'?

I'm leanin' on any **** intervenin'

With the sound of my money machinin'

My cup runneth over with hunnids

I'm one of the best **** that done it

Six digits and runnin'

Y'all **** don't want it

I got the Godfather flow, the Don Juan DeMarco

Swear to God, don't get it fucked up

I'm takin' 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

Last seen out of state where I drop my sling

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 thang!"

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? You'll 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 hustle

But until then they think 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 real, yeah

Yo, y'all **** 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 **** 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, 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't a **** 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 havin' it?

Good, me either

Let's get together and make this whole world believers, huh

At my arraignment, screamin'

"All us blacks got is sports and entertainment"

Until we're even

Thievin'

As long as I'm breathin'

Can't knock the way a **** eatin'

Fuck you even

I'm takin' 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 they think 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, yeah, yeah