Can't Knock the Hustle (feat. Melissa Morgan) [Fool's Paradise Remix]

Intro: (Singing) Fooools Paradise You better think twice, 'cause you're not living the life Jay-Z: Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella y'all, it don't stop Verse One: We about to change this game here Check my pockets, aint nothing but game there I remain without fear Keep the lames clear, and the cats that's all about scratch remain here On top of this Metropolis My name is like a square Dropped off every tier Now y'all can swear to Jay Heard it the other day Through the missive, peep how they script it We got to hit you every night before we hit the lights it's type addictive Need cash to live with, the beat goes on Everyday is a hustle, the heat grows on Funny thing happens when years of chasing money unfolds And the only thing worse than getting old is not getting old Niggaz stay low, like six bowls of shit and gold And watch for hoes with form fitting clothes And I hope you shine See many wrinkles and enough memories to last you two lifetimes Can't knock the hustle Chorus #1: (Singing) 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 Verse Two Check this In a mans world need a girl to touch something Pull an 80 out her Anne Klein purse and bust something If you skating through the night to the light, then trust something When I get home, Then it's on Girl just crack those shaved legs like Grade A eggs Love the way you behave and beg Moans, turn to hollers and screams as we zone like a college team Then they can hear you from Hollis, Queens (226) Life with me, consists of a lot of things Chicks in your ear, kickin' dirt, 'cause you got hotter rings But you know how to scream, friends talking dizziness Remind them freak chicks to stay out my bizziness Know they can't love it, trips to L.A. with no luggage Came back with six bags struggling In first class if my ass should crash, champagne spilled on me Steaks still warm on me Chorus #2: (Singing) But until the last day, I'm the one who's crazy 'Cause that's the way you making me feel (can't knock the hustle) I don't want no romance, I just want the chance Can't knock the hustle for real Verse Three Ever since you retired, working alongside those live wires Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know liars I guess I'm biased, what I talk about I live These rap dudes can flip, but some of them ain't even rhyming for chips WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THIS Seems brainless, on tours with whores that's what I'm saying I miss Cats that go all out for their gold plaques Starting out with four jacks, ended up with Gold Ac's Bet your love collapses if my funds get trapped On the weight of me through you, screw you Gun blew you, I didn't want to choose you Run through you like UH, EXCUSE YOU! But that's my cash, I understand you hustle That's my cash, you don't understand Let my dough flash, you can show it love Like a rap star in front of the club But don't knock the hustle Chorus 1 & 2 to fade