Jay Z f/ Mary J. Blige
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I'm makin short term goals, wonder whether foes
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just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold
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chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy
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high stakes, i got more at stake than philly
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shoppin sprees, copin three, duece fever i guess its fully loaded,
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ah yes,
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bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha
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50 g's to the crap shooter,
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niggas can't fade me
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chrome socks beamin, through my periphial i see ya schemin
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stop dreamin',i leave ya body steamin
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niggas is feenin, whats the meanin
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i'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine-in
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my cuff runnin over with hundreds
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im one of the best niggas that done it
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six digits and runnin,
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y'all niggas don't want it
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i got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco
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swear to god, don't get it fucked up
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(Chorus) ~Mary J. Blige
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takin out this time
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to give you a piece of my mind
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(cause you can't knock the hustle)
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but though you think you are
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baby one day you'll be a star
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that scene out of state where i drop my slang
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i'm deep in the south kickin up top game
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bouncin on the highway switchin 4 lanes
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screamin through the sun roof money ain't a thang
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your worst fear confirmed,
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me and my fam roll tight like the firm
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gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn
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why play with fire, burn
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we get together like a choir
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to acquire what we desire
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we do dirt like worms
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produce g's like sperm
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til legs spread like germs
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i got extensive hoes, with expensive clothes
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and i sip wine, and split ends exposed
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but y'all don't know...
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yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
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cause you can't knock the hustle
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Mary J.Blige:
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but until that day then
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i'm the one whose crazy
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cause thats the way ya makin me feel
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(cause you can't knock the hustle)
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i'm just tryin to get mine,
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i don't have the time
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to knock the hustle, for real!
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y'all niggas lunchin, punchin a clock
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my function is lo make much 'n' lay back munchin
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sippin remy on rocks, my crew
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somethin to watch nothin to stop
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un...
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...stoppable
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scheme on the ice, i gotta hide your crew
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i gotta
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let you niggas know the time like movado
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my motto,
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stack rocks like colorado
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bottle off the champagne, cristals by the bottle
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its a damn shame what ya knot though
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me slick like i got though (who?)
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fuckin Jay-Z
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pops knew exactly what he did when he made me
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tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what
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straight banana's
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can a nigga, see me
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got the US Open, advantage jigga
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serve like sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus
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(netigra???), son you're to eager
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you ain't havin it? good, me either
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lets get together and make this whole world believers
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at my araignment, screamin
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all these blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even
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thievin, as long as i'm breathin
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can't knock the way a nigga eatin
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fuck you even
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Mary J. Blige
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takin out this time
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to give you a piece of my mind
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but though you think you are
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baby one day you'll be a star
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but until that day then
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i'm the one whose crazy
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cause thats the way ya makin me feel,
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i'm just tryin to get mine, i don't have the time
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to knock the hustle, for real!
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Can't Knock the Hustle
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| Mary J. Blige |
