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Hard Knock Life Karaoke

Jay-Z

LyricsHard Knock Life

Check the

bassline out,

uh-huh

Jigga,

uh-huh uh-huh

uh-huh, yeah...

Uh huh

From standin on the

corners boppin to

drivin some of the

hottest cars New York

has ever seen

From droppin some of

the hottest verses

rap has ever heard

From the dope spot,

with the smoke Glock

fleein the

murder scene

You know me well

from nightmares of

a lonely cell

My only hell

But since when

y'all niggaz know

me to fail?

F**k naw

Where all my niggaz

with the rubber grips

Bust shots

And if you with

me mom I rub on

your tits

and what-not

I'm from the school

of the hard knocks,

we must not

Let outsiders violate

our blocks

and my plot

Let's stick up

the world and split

it fifty-fifty, uh-huh

Let's take the dough

and stay real

jiggy, uh-huh

And sip the Cris'

and get

pissy-pissy

Flow infinitely like

the memory of my

nigga Biggie, baby!

You know it's hell

when I come through

The life and times

of Shawn Carter

nigga volume two,

y'all niggaz get ready

I flow for those

'dro'ed out

All my niggaz

locked down in the

ten by fo',

controllin' the house

We live in

hard knocks

we don't take over

we borrow blocks

Burn em down and

you can have em back

daddy, I'd rather that

I flow for

chicks wishin

They ain't have to

strip to pay tuition

I see you

vision mama

I put my money

on the longshots

All my ballers that's

born to clock

Now I'm-a be on top

whether I perform

or not

I went from

lukewarm to hot

Sleepin on

futons and cots

to King Size

Dream machines,

the green fives

I've seen pies let the

thing between my

eyes analyze life's ills

Then I put it down

type Braille

I'm tight grill with

the phony,

rappers y'all might

feel we homies

I'm like still,

y'all don't

know me, shit!

I'm tight grill

when my situation

ain't improvin

I'm tryin to murder

everything movin,

feel me

I don't know how to sleep

I gotta eat,

stay on my toes

Gotta a lot of beef,

so logically,

I prey on my foes

Hustling's still

inside of me

And as far

as progress

you'd be

hard-pressed

To find another

rapper hot as me

I gave you prophecy

on my first joint

And y'all lamed out

Didn't really

appreciate it

till the second one

came out

So I stretched

the game out,

X'ed your name out

Put Jigga on top

and drop albums

non-stop for

ya, nigguh!

Composer
JAMES, MARK HOWARD, Shawn C Carter, Martin Charnin, Charles Strouse
Publisher
INSTANTLY PUBLISHING, Edwin H. Morris & Co. Inc., WARNER/CHAPPELL NORTH AMERICA LIMITED
Copyright owner
Shawn C Carter