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Lyrics by: Jay-Z, Knowbody
# Debut Chart
35 Sep '96 R&B
73 Sep '96 Hot 100


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 [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, that's 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

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[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! [repeat CHORUS] [AD LIB] [FADE]


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