Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)
Bounce
Left and right, left to right, c'mon
Uh, uh, Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Do the bass, man (it's the hard knock-)
No, no, no, no, you don't sing yet
It's the hard knock life for us (sing now)
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked (I love you)
Instead of 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
From 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 know me to fail? Uh-huh
Where all my brothers with the rubber grips? (Bust shots)
And if you with me, mama, rub on your hips (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 the homie, Biggie, baby
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter, yeah, Volume 2, sing
It's the hard knock life for us (I can't hear y'all)
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
Left and right, left to right, c'mon
Uh, uh, Jigga, uh-huh, yeah
Do the bass, man (it's the hard knock-)
No, no, no, no, you don't sing yet
It's the hard knock life for us (sing now)
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked (I love you)
Instead of 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
From 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 know me to fail? Uh-huh
Where all my brothers with the rubber grips? (Bust shots)
And if you with me, mama, rub on your hips (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 the homie, Biggie, baby
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter, yeah, Volume 2, sing
It's the hard knock life for us (I can't hear y'all)
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
Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Carter, Martin Charnin, Charles Strouse, Mark Howard James
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