knock life, for us It's the hard knock life, for us Steada treated, we get tricked Steada kisses, we get kicked It's the hard knock life It's the hard knock
little boy and became a man Now, as for the way we make em scream and shout, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches One by one I knock you out,
came around and you knocked me down Knocked me down Sometimes love comes around and it knocks you down Just get back up when it knocks you down, knocks
She says oh well the city rocks I go to sleep but then it knocks She's knocking at my door That little angel knows the score She's knocking at my door
So just knock me out So just knock me out Yea Just knock me out So just knock me out Just knock me out Just knock me out Just knock me out Just
out of control And it's caught up in you 'Cause don't, don't nobody do me like you do, yeah You hit me You knock me out Yeah, you hit me You knock
yeah, yeah Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock
Uh-huh That's right Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago Last week I had everything Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago I had the
Yeah Come experience, life as we know it As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah Place, Marcy, Brooklyn Actions, well, y'all know the actions Uh, I
Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss It's alright, you heard? It's alright, holla back
Uh uh So so def Yeah, yeah In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes With the top down screamin' out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double
Yeah, un huh, watch this y'all, uhh Watch this y'all, un huh jigga Watch this y'all, un huh, uhh Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea It's kid Capri
Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What? Yeah, come on, Big flow Come on, yeah, come on Yo, yo JAY, I flow sick Fuck all y'
eluded the coppers got booted with Big Poppa Skated through with the Cesar Picadas At high school got head by the lockers Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Uhh, uhh, uh huh Uhh, paper chase Bonnie n Clyde Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin' down Gotta get that paper y'all That's right, uhh Uh huh uh,
Uh huh, uh huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah Roc-A-Fella y'all, uh huh, uh huh, Jigga Timbaland shit, nine-eight beyotch Say what, say what? Uh huh, uh huh, follow
Sorry boys But all the money in the world can't bring me back again Lay down, lay down Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral home on Marcy All those
Fuck, shit is real right here Roc-a-Fella, Lox, takin' the streets over motherfuckers Don't get it twisted Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo Yo shut the fuck up
