JAY-Z — Cant Knock The Hustle The S. Carter Collection Remix

[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, shit) Started as a seed from the semen; straight outta papa's nuts Lustin' for creamin' - bitches with big butts Curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit When I'm locked down beggin' you for porno flicks Sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time Put my name tattoo'd so that ass 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 nigga need some, is my son crazy? Why I cry, when I be thuggin' 'til I die Picture a nigga 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 nigga 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' dick in the dirt Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it See us, tongue-kissin', you was truly with it Little Ecstasy, Hennessy, mix with me Picture me pay for pussy when the dick's for free Hey now, where my niggas 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 Nigga, hittin' walls 'til them bastard drop Label me Makaveli - thug nigga with bite Livin' life like a rock star's Friday night Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature, feel me! [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 niggas 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 playas know the time like Movado My motto, stack rocks like Colorado Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by the bottle It's a damn shame what you're not though: (Who?) me Slick like a gato, 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 playa 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, yeah