Roc-a-Fella Records - Can't Knock The Hustle / Family Affair (MTV Unplugged) lyrics

Can't Knock The Hustle [Intro (Mary J. Blige)] Ok Alright Hey This song right there Was off the first album I ever made It's called Reasonable Doubt Also was fortunate enough to be blessed by the presence of The Queen of, just the Queen man I wanna say R&B, I wanna say hip hop Her name is Ms Mary J. Blige Mary! Let me get all the way up beside you girl You ready? (What I'm ready) I'm making short term goals when the weather folds I just had to test y'all [Verse 1] I'm making 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 Shopping sprees, cop in three Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah, yes Bouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha 50 Gs to the crap shooter Y'all can't fade me, chrome stocks beaming Through my peripheral I see you scheming Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming Player's is fiending, what's the meaning I'm leaning on any player intervening with the sound of my money machining My cup runneth over with hundreds I'm one of the best player's that done it Six digits and running, y'all dudes don't want it I got the Godfather flow, the Don Juan DeMarco Mary! [Hook 1: Mary J. Blige (Jay Z)] I'm taking out this time To give you a piece of my mind (Cause you can't knock the hustle) Who do you think you are (Jay Z baby) Baby one day you'll be a star [Verse 2: Jay Z] Last seen out of state where I drop my sling I'm deep in the South kicking up top game Bouncing on the highway switching four lanes Screaming through the sunroof, money ain't a thang Your worst fear confirmed Me and my fam roll tight like The Firm Getting down for life, that's right, you better learn While I play with fire, you burn We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire We do dirt like worms, produce G's like s**m Until legs spread like germs I got extensive with expensive clothes And I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows What y'all don't know Uh Uh Uh Uh Cause you can't knock the hustle [Hook 2: Mary J. Blige (Jay Z)] But until then lately, I'm the one who's crazy? (Talk to em Mary) Cause that's the way you're making me feel (They feel you, they feel you) I'm just trying to live right (Why wouldn't you) I don't have the time To knock the hustle for real [Verse 3: Jay Z (Mary J Blige)] Yo, lunching, punching the clock My function is to make much and lay back munching Sipping Remy on the rocks, my crew Nothing to stop, un-stoppable Scheme on the ice, I got to hot your crew I got to, let you dudes 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 (me) Slick like a gato, ya boy 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 (Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what) Straight bananas; can a n***a see me Got the US Open, advantage Jigga Serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a campus Le Tigre, Pa you're too eager You ain't having it Oh 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 player eating Alright [Hook 1: Mary J. Blige (Jay Z)] I'm taking out this time (Let me buy you one) To give you a piece of my mind Who do you think you are (That's right, Jay Z baby) Baby one day you'll be a star (Let's take em uptown, let's take em uptown) But until then lately, I'm the one who's crazy? (Let's go all the way uptown) Cause that's the way you're making me feel (We in Harlem now, let's go to the Bronx on em) I'm just trying to get mine I don't have the time To knock the hustle for real (Let's go all the way up town, let's take em to Yonkers) Family Affair [Mary J. Blige (Jay Z)] People can we get it crunk tonight (We in Yonkers now) Yeah yeah yeah Let's get it Let's get it Let's get it Let's get it Let's get it Let's get it (Talk to em Mary) If you know the song, sing along Let's get it crunk tonight Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon Up in this dancery We got ya open, now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me (Talk to em) Don't need no hateration, holleratin' In this dancery Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting So dance for me Dance for Jay Z (Come on let's go) Come on everybody Gotta thank Jigga for letting me get down tonight (No no thank you) Thank you very much (You love that, ladies and gentlemen Ms Mary J Blige) Thank you (One more time for Ms Mary J Blige y'all Ok, alright. We might be at 8, we close we close. Alright, I got you Mami, let's slow it down one time)