Can't Knock The Hustle - 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