Chords for Can't Knock The Hustle

[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ Ah, I see.
Okay, okay.
Alright, big man, you wanna make some big bucks, huh?
Let's see how tough you are.
You know something about cocaine?
¡Dígame!
You kidding me or what, man?
There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday.
New guys.
They said they got two keys for us, for openers.
Pure cocaine.
You tell them, capisce?
I want you to go over there, and if it's what they say it is, you buy it and you bring it back.
You can do that, you make five grand.
Meet at half the bodega's, noon Friday.
You get the buy money then.
Oh, and chico, if anything happens to the buy money_ Yee, porrisee.
JC's gonna stick your heads up your asses, bastard, and the rap gets fucked. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] Bounce, bounce, bounce, [Em] JC.
_ _ Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[G] Rockafella, yo.
_ _ _ Bounce, bounce, bounce, [Em] Rockefella, yo.
_ _ _ Check, check, yo.
I'm making short-term [G] gold when the weather froze.
Yes, put away the leathers and put ice on the gold.
Chili with enough bell money to free a big willy.
High stakes, I got more estate than Philly.
Shop, sprees, copping three.
Deuce fever, I.S. is fully loaded.
Ah, yes, mousing in the Lex Luger.
Tire smoke like Buddha.
50 G's to the crapshooter.
Niggas can't fake me.
Chrome socks beaming.
Through my peripheral, I see you scheming.
Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming.
Niggas are speaming, what's the meaning?
I'm leaning on any nigga intervening.
With the sound of my money machining.
My cup running over with hundreds.
I'm one of the best niggas that done it.
Six digits and running, y'all niggas don't want it.
I got the Godfather flow to Don Juan DeMarco.
Swittaguard, don't get it fucked up. _ _ _ _ _
To give you peace of mind.
Cause you can't knock the hustle.
All you think you want. _ _
Baby, one day you'll be a star.
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 thing.
Worst fear confirmed.
Me and my fam, road tight like the firm.
Getting down for life, 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 worm.
Produce G's like sperm.
Till legs spread like germs.
I got expensive hoes with expensive clothes.
And I sip fine [Em] wine to spit vent this close.
But you [G] don't know.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Cause you can't knock the hustle.
For the living they think I'm crazy.
Cause that's not where you're making me be.
Cause you can't knock the hustle.
I'm just trying to get my _ _ _ time.
_ _ Worry. _
[C] Y'all niggas [Em] lunching, punching the clock.
My function is to make munch and lay back munch.
Sipping Remy on the raps, my crew.
Something to watch, nothing to stop.
Unstoppable, scheme on the ice.
I gotta hot your crew.
I gotta let you niggas know the time like Mufato.
My motto, [G] stack rocks like Colorado.
Waddle off the champagne, Prince Dells by the bottle.
It's a damn shame what you're not though.
Me, slick like a gato, fucking Jay Z.
My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me.
Try to get a nut and he got a nut.
And what, straight bananas?
Can a nigga see me?
Got the US Open, advantage jigger.
Serve black stampers, play fake rappers like a campus.
Tigra, 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?
Admire your Raymond, screaming.
All this black's got is force and entertainment.
Until we even leaving, as long as I'm breathing.
Can't knock the way your nigga eating.
Fuck you, Ethan.
_ Taking out this time _ to give you peace of mind. _
_ _ Who do you think you are? _ _
Baby, one day you'll be a star. _
But until then, _ every time is crazy.
Is that where you're making me [Bb] be?
[G] Where you're making me be?
I'm just trying to get my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ degree. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [Em] I'm just trying to get my _ _ degree. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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