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Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella, y'all
Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella, y'all
Check, check
Yo, 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 Willy
High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly
Shopping sprees, cop in 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, niggaz can't fade me
Chrome socks beaming through my peripheral I see ya scheming
Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming
Niggaz 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 running
Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow
The Don Juan DeMarco, swear to God, don't get it fucked up
I'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 star
Last 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 Thang'
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
'Til 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 the late thang, I'm the one who's crazy
'Cause that's the way you're making me feel
'Cause you can't knock the hustle
I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time
To knock the hustle for real
Yo, y'all niggaz 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, unstoppable
Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew
I gotta let you niggaz know the time like Movado
My motto 'Stack rocks like Colorado'
Auto off the champagne, Cristals 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 arrangement, 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 thang, 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
Roc-A-Fella, y'all and we rule shit
Roc-A-Fella, y'all
For you can't knock the hustle