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Hard Knock Life Songtext
von JAY‐Z

Hard Knock Life Songtext

Take the bassline out, uh huh
Jigga, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Let it bump though

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

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
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 your vision mama
I put my money on the long shots
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 braille

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 know 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, drop albums non-stop for ya, nigga

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

It's the hard knock life

It's the hard knock life

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