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letra de can't knock the hustle (the s. carter collection remix) - jay-z

[intro: pharell williams]
oh oh oh oh

[chorus: mary j. blige, pharell & jay-z]
i’m taking out this time (uh huh, uh huh)
to give you a piece of my mind
this what we do ’bout this time of year
who do you think you are? (uh huh, uh huh)
baby one day you’ll be a star

[verse 1: 2pac]
(oh, sh-t)
started as a seed from the s-m-n; straight outta papa’s nuts
l-stin’ for creamin’ – b-tches with big b-tts
curves make a n-gg- cry, t-ts and sh-t
when i’m locked down beggin’ you for p-rno flicks
sneak weed in, help a n-gg- p-ss the time
put my name tattoo’d so that -ss is mine
tell everybody; ‘pac put it down for good
a local legend through the whole hood, follow me
i got a gun on me, goin’ for none on the run baby
you know a n-gg- need some, is my son crazy?
why i cry, when i be thuggin’ ’til i die
picture a n-gg- in heaven, high off weed i fly
got me missin’ dead homies wishin’ phonies would die
hit the weed and hope it get me high; dear god
understand my ways, livin’ major
blessed with a thug’s heart.. and a real live n-gg- nature

[pre-chorus: busta rhymes]
yes you know i’ll die for you
and ya know i’ll ride with you
i will always try with you
and give ya my love and cry with you

[chorus 2: mariah carey]
i will climb a mountain high aha
until i was up to touch the sky
so baby come and get more close to me
this is where your love is supposed to be

[verse 2: 2pac]
i let you kiss me where it hurts
me and you gettin’ busy, slingin’ d-ck in the dirt
met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it
see us, tounge-kissin’, you was truly with it
little ecstacy, hennesey, mix with me
picture me pay for p-ssy when the d-ck’s for free
hey now, where my n-gg-s at? tell these hoes
before i pay; i jerk off, word to moses
visions of you sittin’ there sweaty and wet
pointin’ to the places that you want me to hit
give me room all up in the womb, call the cops
n-gg-, hittin’ walls ’til them b-st-rd drop
label me makaveli – thug n-gg- with bite
livin’ life like a rock star’s friday night
make money, get p-ssy, always keep a pager
cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now!

[chorus 3: mary j. blige]
but until then lately, i’m the one who’s crazy?
’cause that’s the way you’re making me feel
(young’s in the building)
i’m just trying to get mine, i don’t have the time
to knock the hustle for real

[verse 3: jay-z]
yo, y’all n-gg-s lunching, punching the clock
my function is to make much and lay back munching
sipping remy on the rocks, my crew something to watch
nothing to stop, un-stoppable
scheme on the ice, i gotta hot your crew
i gotta, let you n-gg-s know the time like movado
my motto, stack rocks like colorado
waddle off the champagne, cristals by the bottle
it’s a d-mn shame what you’re not though: (who?) me
slick like a gato, f-cking 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 n-gg- see me
got the us open, advantage jigga
serve like sampras, play fake rappers like a campus
le tigre, son you’re too eager
you ain’t having it, good me either
let’s get together and make this whole world believe us, huh
at my arraignment screaming
all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even
thieving, as long as i’m breathing
can’t knock the way a playa eating

- jay z

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