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Check the bassline out, uh huhJigga, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeahLet it bump though[Chorus]It's the hard knock life, for usIt's the hard knock life, for usSteada treated, we get trickedSteada kisses, we get kickedIt's the hard knock life[Verse 1]From standin' on the corners boppin'To drivin' some of the hottest cars, New York has ever seenFor droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heardFrom the dope spot, with the smoke glockFleein' the murder scene, you know me wellFrom nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hellBut since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck nawWhere all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots?And if you with me, mom, I rub on your tits, and what not[Verse 2]I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must notLet outsiders violate our blocks, and my plotLet's stick up the world and split it fifty-fifty, uhu uhuLet's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uhu uhuAnd sip the cris' and get pissy pissyFlow infinitely like the memory of my nigga biggie, babyYou know it's hell when I come throughThe life and times of Shawn CarterNigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready[Chorus][Verse 3]I flow for those 'dro'ed out all my niggazLocked down in the ten by fo', controllin' the houseWe live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocksBurn 'em down and you can have it back, daddy, I'd rather thatI flow for chicks wishin', they ain't have to strip to pay tuitionI see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshotsAll my ballers that's born to clockNow I'ma be on top whether I perform or not[Verse 4]I went from lukewarm to hot, sleepin' on futons and cotsTo king size dream machines, the green fivesI've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's illsThen I put it down type brailleI'm tight grill with the phony, rappers y'all might feel we homiesI'm like still, y'all don't know me, shitI'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin'I'm tryin' to murder everything movin', feel me[Chorus 2x][Verse 5]I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toesGotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foesHustling's still inside of me, and as far as progressYou'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as meI gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed outDidn't really appreciate it, till the second one came outSo I stretched the game out, x'ed your name outPut jigga on top, drop albums non-stop for ya, nigga[Chorus 2x][Próxima Parte]It's the hard knock life
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