Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)

Tom:
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Check the bassline out,  uh huh
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Jigga,  uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Let it bump though

[Chorus]
It's the hard knock life, for us
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It's the hard knock life, for us
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Steada treated, we get tricked
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Steada kisses, we get kicked
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It's the hard knock life

[Verse 1]
From standin' on the corners boppin'
To drivin' some of the hottest cars, New York has ever seen
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For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke glock
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Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
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But since when y'all niggaz know me to fail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggaz with the rubber grips, bust shots?
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And if you with me, mom, I rub on your tits, and what not

[Verse 2]
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
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Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it fifty-fifty, uhu uhu
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Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uhu uhu
And sip the cris' and get pissy pissy
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Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga biggie, baby
You know it's hell when I come through
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The life and times of Shawn Carter
Nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready

[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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I flow for those 'dro'ed out all my niggaz
Locked down in the ten by fo', controllin' the house
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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
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I flow for chicks wishin', they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots
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All my ballers that's born to clock
Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not

[Verse 4]
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I went from lukewarm to hot, sleepin' on futons and cots
To king size dream machines, the green fives
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I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down type braille
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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
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I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin'
I'm tryin' to murder everything movin', feel me

[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 5]
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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
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Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress
You'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
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I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it, till the second one came out
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So I stretched the game out, x'ed your name out
Put jigga on top, drop albums non-stop for ya, nigga

[Chorus 2x]
[Próxima Parte]
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It's the hard knock life