Knock The Hustle Lyrics - Singles - Cozz

Yeah, third take nigga 

Cozz & Effect nigga 

Yeah, yeah, I got to 

Yeah, yeah 

Jealousy holding enemies hostage 

Eventually the penalty will come and haunt ya 

Hennessey memories leaving me nauseous 

But the Hennessy makes the melodies awesome 

So instead of me talking I'm steady jotting 

And steady plotting on how to gain spaghetti toppings 

You know that parmesan, that cheddar, mozzarella 

The list goes on and on you know my heart is strong 

You know my list is long, I'm a young phenomenon 

It's like these people keep forgetting 

It's always the least expected who ends up getting it 

So don't tell me bout no niggas hating 

What's the point if I hear 

Mr. not giving a fuck with a joint in his ear 

Put that steak on his plate the sirloin disappear 

Empty gut I'm hungry man, the guns pointing this year 

I'm feeling like I'm dealing with children boy I'm killing 

Niggas already trying to bite styles 

You break a tooth if you bite down 

Bitch I go way too hard 

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Cause I've been in this hood dog for way too long man 

I've been quiet for way too long 

Been patiently waiting can't wait too long dog 

I've been broke man for way too long 

No hot water for way too long 

You can't knock the hustle it's way too strong 

Yeah we're way too strong 

Death to the imposters, label me the king 

My dreams could win Oscars, my niggas turned mobsters 

My white friends doctors, fatherless child 

Listen how I got this knowledge is wild 

Streets taught me, speak softly nigga watch from the crowd 

Cause any nigga that's loud, just want attention and eventually blaow 

No fake niggas allowed in my circle dawg 

You been through half the shit I been through it'll hurt ya dawg 

Tread softly, my nigga moving state to state running late watch 'em 

Tryna avoid state troopers, that's the weight watchers 

Run this dope set this cake till they say "Gotcha" 

Or till the fat lady sings, and niggas hate operas 

And Oprah hate niggas 

Make no mistake that we know the stake still, we hope to make over eight figures 

Slim chances, but niggas bet against the odds and who am I to criticise how you play your cards dawg 

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Cause I done beat the odds going way too hard 

I been getting slept on for way too long 

I been patiently waiting for way too long 

I been quiet dawg for way too long 

You can't knock the hustle dawg it's way too strong 

It's way too strong 

I said you can't knock my hustle dawg it's way too strong 

It's way too strong 

Look, I never admit it, tryna get my brother acquitted 

Yo' tell the judge I be happy to pay him off if he's with it 

My flesh and blood, hauled off to the cell 

I search for heaven as I see him getting lost in this hell 

Headed for coffin or jail, to never try is the ultimate fail 

But love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves 

Deep, I guess I love a lot 

Because the more I do my thang the more I feel the guilt and shame that my brother's not 

Reminisce as we was kids screaming "Fuck a cop" 

Guess he took it serious, for me that shit was just for props 

Arms too skinny to hug the block 

I found comfort in my dreams, of things seen on the screen of fortune and fame 

Decisions, decisions, the Porsche or the Range 

I take a trip back to the 'Ville only corpses remain 

Some of them niggas still breathing but they dead inside 

Victims of a genocide 

Tears fill my eyes dawg 

Cause I've been out of touch man for way too long 

I've been out in Hollywood for way too long 

I've been, getting this paper for way too long 

I ain't called my pops back in way too long 

I done make my girl wait for way too long 

I wonder if I changed, am I way too on? 

Can't knock my hustle but It's way too strong 

It's way too strong