Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard Knock Life (The Ghetto Anthem), artist - Jay-Z.
Date of issue: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hard Knock Life (The Ghetto Anthem) |
Check the bassline out, uh-huh |
Jigga (bounce wit it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh |
Let it bump though |
It’s the hard knock life (uh-huh) for us It’s the hard knock life, for us! |
Steada treated, we get tricked |
Steada kisses, we get kicked |
It’s the hard knock life! |
From standin on the corners boppin |
to drivin some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen |
For droppin some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard |
From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock |
fleein the murder scene, you know me well |
from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell |
But since when y’all niggaz know me to fail? |
Fuck naw |
Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots |
And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not |
I’m from the school of the hard knocks, we must not |
let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot |
let’s stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh |
Let’s take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh |
And sip the Cris’and get pissy-pissy |
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby! |
You know it’s hell when I come through |
The life and times of Shawn Carter |
nigga Volume 2, y’all niggaz get ready |
It’s the hard knock life, for us It’s the hard knock life, for us! |
Steada treated, we get tricked |
Steada kisses, we get kicked |
It’s the hard knock life! |
I flow for those 'dro'ed out; |
all my niggaz |
locked down in the ten by fo', controllin the house |
We live in hard knocks, we don’t take over we borrow blocks |
Burn em down and you can have it back daddy, I’d rather that |
I flow for chicks wishin, they ain’t have to strip to pay tuition |
I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots |
All my ballers that’s born to clock |
Now I’ma be on top whether I perform or not |
I went from lukewarm to hot; |
sleepin on futons and cots |
to King Size, dream machines, the green fives |
I’ve seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life’s ills |
Then I put it down type braile |
I’m tight grill with the phony, rappers y’all might feel we homies |
I’m like still, y’all don’t know me, shit! |
I’m tight grill when my situation ain’t improvin |
I’m tryin to murder everything movin, feel me?! |
It’s the hard knock life, for us It’s the hard knock life, for us! |
Steada treated, we get tricked |
Steada kisses, we get kicked |
It’s the hard knock life, for us It’s the hard knock life, for us! |
Steada treated, we get tricked |
Steada kisses, we get kicked |
It’s the hard knock life! |
I don’t how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes |
Gotta a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes |
Hustling’s still inside of me, and as far as progress |
you’d be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me |
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y’all lamed out |
Didn’t really appreciate it, til the second one came out |
So I stretched the game out, X’ed your name out |
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh! |
It’s the hard knock life, for us It’s the hard knock life, for us! |
Steada treated, we get tricked |
Steada kisses, we get kicked |
It’s the hard knock life, for us It’s the hard knock life, for us! |
Steada treated, we get tricked |
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! |