[Intro:]
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(Singing) Whoooh, Paradise
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you better think twice, 'cause you're not living the life
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[Jay-Z:]
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Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella y'all, it don't stop
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[Verse One: ]
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We about to change this game here
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Check my pockets there's nothing but game there
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I remain without fear
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Keep the lanes clear, and the cats that's all about threats remain here
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On top of this Metropolis
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My name is like a square
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Dropped off every tier
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Now y'all can swear to Jay
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Heard it the other day
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Through the mystery, we get it swiftly
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We got to hit you every night before we hit the lights it's type addictive
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Need cats to live with, the heat goes on
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Everyday is a hustle, the beat goes on
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Funny thing happen, in the midst of chasing money and foes
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And the worst thing worst then getting old is not getting old
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Niggaz stay low, like six bowls of shit and gold
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And watch the hoes when they bump into your clothes
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And I hope they shine
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Seen a lot of things and enough memories to last me two lifetimes
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Can't knock the hustle
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[Chorus #1: (Singing) ]
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I'm taking out this time
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To give you a piece of my mind
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Who do you think you are
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Baby one day you'll be a star
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[Verse Two]
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Check this
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In a mans world need a girl to tough something
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Pull an 80 out her Anne Klein purse and bust something
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If you skating through the night to the light, then trust something
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When I get home
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Then it's on
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Girl just crack those shaped legs like Grade A eggs
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Love the way you behave and beg
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Moan, turn those hollers to screams as we zone like a college team
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Then they can hear you from Hollis, Queens (226)
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Life with me, consists of a lot of things
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Chips in your ear hit the dirt 'cause you got hotter things
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But you know how to scream, friends talking dizziness
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Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business
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You know they can't love it, trips to LA with no luggage
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Came back with six bags struggling
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In first class if my ass should crash, champagne spilled on me
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Bank still off on me
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[Chorus #2: (Singing)]
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But until the last day, I'm the one who's crazy
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'Cause that's the way you making me feel (can't knock the hustle)
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I don't want no romance, I just want the chance
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Can't knock the hustle for real
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[Verse Three]
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Ever since you retired, working alongside those live wires
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Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know liars
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I guess I'm biased, what I talk about I live
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These rap dudes can flip, but some of them ain't even rhyming for chips
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WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THIS
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Seems brainless, on tours with whores that's what I'm saying I miss
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Cats that go all out for their gold plaques
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Starting out with four jacks, ended up with Gold Ac's
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Bet your love collapses if my funds get trapped
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On the weight of me through you, screw you
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Gun blew you, I didn't want to choose you
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Run through you like UH, EXCUSE YOU!
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But that's my cash, I understand you hustle
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That's my cash, you don't understand
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Let my dough flash, you can show it love
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Like a rap star in front of the club
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But don't knock the hustle
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[Chorus 1 & 2 to fade]
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Can't Knock The Hustle (remix)
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| Jay-Z |
