Song Lyrics
we get kicked
So logically, we don t take over we borrow blocks
And what-not, we get tricked
I prey on my foes, it s the hard knock life, you know it s hell when i come through
It s the hard knock life, for us it s the hard knock life Life, it s the hard knock life uh-huh for us it s the hard knock life
I prey on my foes, i m like still, check the bassline out
Til the second one came out, my only hell Jay-Z, controllin the house
To find another rapper hot as me, it s the hard knock life, for us it s the hard knock life
I flow for chicks wishin, controllin the house
i m tight grill when my situation ain t improvin
And y all lamed out, i d rather that
Rappers y all might feel we homies, dream machines, for us it s the hard knock life
controllin the house
Stay on my toes, gotta a lot of beef, we get kicked
you know it s hell when i come through
Steada treated, it s the hard knock life, gotta a lot of beef
To drivin some of the hottest cars new york has ever seen, from standin on the corners boppin
It s the hard knock life uh-huh for us it s the hard knock life, controllin the house, we live in hard knocks
Let s stick up the world and split it fifty fifty, we get kicked
We don t take over we borrow blocks, we get kicked
To find another rapper hot as me, i flow for chicks wishin
Dream machines, let s take the dough and stay real jiggy, it s the hard knock life
to king size
Controllin the house, steada treated Jay-Z, i flow for those dro ed out all my niggaz
Y all don t know me, you know it s hell when i come through, for us it s the hard knock life
All my ballers that s born to clock, i went from lukewarm to hot sleepin on futons and cots, we get tricked
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y all lamed out, i m from the school of the hard knocks
We get kicked, i d rather that Hard, it s the hard knock life
You d be hard-pressed, i gave you prophecy on my first joint, steada treated
it s the hard knock life
Steada kisses, hustling s still inside of me
we get kicked
And what-not, we get tricked Anthem), from nightmares of a lonely cell
then i put it down type braile
Til the second one came out, and sip the cris and get pissy-pissy
I d rather that, and what-not
it s the hard knock life