[Produced by The Hitmen & Knobody]
[Intro: Pain in da Ass]
Ah sh**, okay, okay, alright
Big man! You wanna make some big bucks, huh?
Let's see how tough you are
You know something about c**aine? Be a man!
You kidding me or what man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday - new guys
They said they got two ki's for us, roping us
Pure c**aine, you tell 'em, capiche?
I want you to go over there
And if it is what they say it is, you buy it, you bring it back
You can do that you make five grand
Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday
You get the buy money then
Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money
Eh, pobrecito
Jay Z's gonna stick your heads up your a**es faster than a rabbit gets f**ed
[Verse 1: Jay Z]
(Roc-A-Fella Y'all)
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 willie
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 Gs to the crap shooter
n***as can't fade me, chrome socks beaming
Through my peripheral I see you scheming
Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming
n***as is fiending, what's the meaning
I'm leaning on any n***a intervening with the sound of my money machining
My cup runneth over with hundreds
I'm one of the best n***as that done it
Six digits and running, y'all n***as don't want it
I got the Godfather flow, the Don Juan DeMarco
Swear to God, don't get it f**ed up
[Hook 1: Mary J. Blige]
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
[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Last seen out of state where I drop my sling
I'm deep in the South kicking up top game
Bouncing on the highway switching four 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
While I play with fire, you burn
We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire
We do dirt like worms, produce G's like s**m
Until 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
[Hook 2: Mary J. Blige]
But until then lately, 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
[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Y'all n***as 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, un-stoppable
Scheme on the ice, I got to hot your crew
I got to, let you n***as know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though: me
Slick like a gato, f**ing 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 n***a see me
Got the US Open, advantage Jigga
Serve like Sampras, play fake 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 arraignment 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 n***a eating, f** you even
[Hook 1 + 2: Mary J. Blige]