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Tennis Lyrics - Jay-Z feat. Mary J. Blige : Can't Knock the Hustle

      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

      [Jay-Z]
      Yo, I'm makin 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 willie
      High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly
      Shoppin sprees, copin three
      Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yes
      Bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha
      50 G's to the crap shooter, niggaz can't fade me
      Chrome socks beamin
      Through my perephreal I see ya schemin
      Stop dreamin, I leave your body steamin
      Niggaz is fiendin, what's the meanin?
      I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin
      With the sound of my money machine-in {*brrrr*}
      My cup runneth, over with hundreds
      I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin
      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

      [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
      I'm takin out this time
      To give you a piece of my mind (cause you can't knock the hustle)
      Who do you think you are?
      Baby one day you'll be a star

      [Jay-Z]
      Last seen out of state where I drop my slang
      I'm deep in the South kickin up top game
      Bouncin on the highway switchin fo' lanes
      Screamin through the sunroof - money ain't a thang
      Your worst fear confirmed
      Me and my fam' roll tight like The Firm
      Gettin down for life, thats 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 fine wines and spit vintage flows
      What y'all don't know?
      Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustle

      [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
      But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy
      cause that's the way you're makin me feel (cause you can't knock the hustle)
      I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time
      To knock the hustle for real

      [Jay-Z]
      Yo, y'all niggaz lunchin, punchin the clock
      My function is to make much and lay back munchin
      Sippin Remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch
      Nothin to stop, un.. ..stoppable
      Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew
      I gotta, let you niggaz know the time like Movado
      My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
      Auto off the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle
      It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me
      Slick like a gato, fuckin Jay-Z
      My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me
      Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what
      Straight bananas; 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 havin it? Good, me either
      Let's, get together and make this whole world believe us huh?
      At my arraignment, screamin
      all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even
      Thievin, as long as I'm breathin
      Can't knock the way a nigga eatin - fuck you even!

      [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
      I'm takin 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
      But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy
      cause that's the way you're makin me feel
      I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time
      To knock the hustle for real

      {*Mary J. Blige ad libs to fade*}

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