Listen to Can't Knock the Hustle (feat. Mary J. Blige) by JAY-Z

Can't Knock the Hustle (feat. Mary J. Blige)

JAY-Z

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Jay-Z - Can't Knock The Hustle (Radio Edit) (ft. Mary J. Blige)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Mary J. Blige
Mary J. Blige
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Jerome Foster
Jerome Foster
Songwriter
Joyce Melisa Morgan
Joyce Melisa Morgan
Songwriter
Lesette Denise Wilson
Lesette Denise Wilson
Songwriter
William Marcus Miller
William Marcus Miller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carlos Bess
Carlos Bess
Mixing Engineer
Dahoud Darien
Dahoud Darien
Co-Producer
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
Co-Producer
Joe Quinde
Joe Quinde
Recording Engineer
Knobody
Knobody
Producer
Sean Cane
Sean Cane
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Ah shit, okay, okay, alright. Big man! You wanna make some big bucks Let's see how tough you are. You know something about cocaine? Digame! You kidding me or what man? There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday, new guys They said they got two keys for us, openers Pure cocaine, you tell 'em, capiche? I want you to go over there And if it's 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 asses faster than a rabbit gets fucked 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 Willy 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 G's to the crap shooter, niggas can't fade me Chrome socks beaming, through my peripheral I see ya scheming Stop dreamin', I leave ya body steaming Niggas is fiending, what's the meaning I'm leaning on any nigga intervening with the sound of my money machinin' My cup runneth over with hundreds I'm one of the best niggas that done it Six digits and running 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 I'm taking out this time To give you a piece of my mind (Cause you can't knock the hustle) But though you think you are Baby one day you'll be a star 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 4 lanes Screaming through the sun roof 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 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 'Til legs spread like germs I got extensive hoes, with expensive clothes And I sip wine, and spit vintage flows But y'all don't know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 'Cause you can't knock the hustle But until then lately, I'm the one who's crazy 'Cause that's the way ya making me feel (the way you make 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 Y'all niggas lunching, punching a clock My function is to make much 'n' lay back munching Sipping Remy on the rocks, my crew Something to watch nothing to stop, unstoppable 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 Bottle off the champagne, crystals by the bottle It's a damn shame what you're not though (Who?) me slick like a gato, fuckin' Jay-Z Pops knew exactly what he did when he made me Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what Straight banana's 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 Lets get together and make this whole world believers At my arraignment, screaming All these 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 Taking out this time To give you a piece of my mind But though you think you are Baby one day you'll be a star But until then lately I'm the one who's crazy 'Cause that's the way ya making me feel I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time To knock the hustle for real
Writer(s): Shawn C. Carter, Marcus Miller, Melisa Joyce Morgan, Lesette Denise Wilson, Jerome Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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