Joe Quinde - Can't Knock The Hustle lyrics

[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]