Can't Knock The Hustle/family Affair - Mary Jblige Lyrics - Unplugged - Jay-z

Bounce, bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha 

Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all 

Check, check 

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, coping three 

Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yes 

Bouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha 

50 G's to the crap shooter, niggas can't fade me 

Chrome socks beaming 

Through my peripheral I see ya scheming 

Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming 

Niggas is fiending, what's the meaning? 

I'm leaning on any nigga intervening 

With the sound of my money machine-in 

My cup runneth, over with hundreds 

I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin' 

Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow 

The Don Juan DeMarco, swear to God, don't get it fucked up 

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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 

Last seen out of state where I drop my slang 

I'm deep in the South kicking up top game 

Bouncing on the highway switching fo' lanes 

Screaming through the sunroof, money ain't a thing 

Your worst fear confirmed 

Me and my fam' roll tight like The Firm 

Getting down for life, that's right, you better learn 

Why play with fire, burn 

We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire 

We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm 

Till 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 

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But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy 

Cause that's the way you're makin me feel 

(Cause you can't knock the hustle) 

I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time 

To knock the hustle for real 

Yo, y'all niggas 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 gotta hot your crew 

I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado 

My motto, stack rocks like Colorado 

Auto off the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle 

It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me 

Slick like a gato, fucking 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 nigga, see me? 

Got the US Open, advantage Jigga 

Serve like Sampras, play fake a 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 nigga eating, fuck you even! 

I'm taking out this time 

To give you a piece of my mind 

Who do you think you are? 

Baby one day you'll be a star 

But until the late thing I'm the one who's crazy 

Cause that's the way you're making me feel 

I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time 

To knock the hustle for real