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[Hook] It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us! Instead of treated, we get tricked Instead of kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life! [Verse 1] From standing on the corners boppin' To driving some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen For dropping some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock fleeing the murder scene, you know me well From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell But since when y'all niggas know me to fail? Fuck naw Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, bust shots And if you with me mama rub on your tits, and what-not I'm from the school of the hard knocks, you must not Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot Let's stick up the world and split it 50/50, 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 niggas get ready [Hook] Letras de canciones [Verse 2] I flow for those 'dro'ed out; all my niggas Locked down in the ten by four, controlling 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 longshots, all my ballers that's born to clock Know I'mma be on top whether I perform or not I went from lukewarm to hot; sleeping on futons and cots To King Size, dream machines, to green 5's 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 improving I'm tryna murder everything moving, feel me?! [Hook] [Verse 3] I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes Got 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, etched your name out Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigga! [Hook] From Letras Mania