| Check the bassline out, uh-huh
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| Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh
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| Let it bump though
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| It’s the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us It’s the hard knock life, for us!
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| Steada treated, we get tricked
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| Steada kisses, we get kicked
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| It’s the hard knock life!
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| From standin on the corners boppin
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| to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
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| For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
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| From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
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| fleein the murder scene, you know me well
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| from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
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| But since when y’all niggaz know me to fail? |
| Fuck naw
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| Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots
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| And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not
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| I’m from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
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| let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
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| let’s stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh
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| Let’s take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
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| And sip the Cris’and get pissy-pissy
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| Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby! |
| You know it’s hell when I come through
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| The life and times of Shawn Carter
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| nigga Volume 2, y’all niggaz get ready
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| It’s the hard knock life, for us It’s the hard knock life, for us!
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| Steada treated, we get tricked
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| Steada kisses, we get kicked
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| It’s the hard knock life!
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| I flow for those 'dro'ed out; |
| all my niggaz
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| locked down in the ten by fo', controllin the house
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| We live in hard knocks, we don’t take over we borrow blocks
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| Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I’d rather that
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| I flow for chicks wishin, they ain’t have to strip to pay tuition
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| I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots
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| All my ballers that’s born to clock
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| Now I’ma be on top whether I perform or not
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| I went from lukewarm to hot; |
| sleepin on futons and cots
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| to King Size, dream machines, the green fives
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| I’ve seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life’s ills
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| Then I put it down type braile
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| I’m tight grill with the phony, rappers y’all might feel we homies
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| I’m like still, y’all don’t know me, shit!
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| I’m tight grill when my situation ain’t improvin |
| I’m tryin to murder everything movin, feel me?!
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| It’s the hard knock life, for us It’s the hard knock life, for us!
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| Steada treated, we get tricked
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| Steada kisses, we get kicked
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| It’s the hard knock life, for us It’s the hard knock life, for us!
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| Steada treated, we get tricked
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| Steada kisses, we get kicked
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| It’s the hard knock life!
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| I don’t how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
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| Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
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| Hustling’s still inside of me, and as far as progress
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| you’d be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
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| I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y’all lamed out
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| Didn’t really appreciate it, til the second one came out
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| So I stretched the game out, X’ed your name out
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| Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!
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| It’s the hard knock life, for us It’s the hard knock life, for us!
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| Steada treated, we get tricked
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| Steada kisses, we get kicked
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| It’s the hard knock life, for us It’s the hard knock life, for us!
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| Steada treated, we get tricked
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| Steada kisses, we get kicked |
| It’s the hard knock life!
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| It’s the hard knock life!
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| It’s the hard knock life! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem), artist - Jay-Z. Album song The Hits Collection Volume One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп