Intro - Hand It Down Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay-z

Sorry boys. 

but all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again 

Lay down, lay down 

Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy 

All those new niggaz stop there 

but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought 

The last of the real hustlers, well 

maybe not the last 

Bleek's gonna be a good rapper 

New, IMPROVED Jay-Z 

I quit 

I'm retirin 

Ain't enough money in THIS game, to keep me around 

Sorry Big, I tried 

Honest 

Can't go with me on this ride though 

I'm callin the shots 

The bar's closing 

Where we going to for breakfast? 

Roc-a-Fella y'all 

OKAY, I'M RELOADED! 

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"Bringin the drama""Tryin to come up in the game" 

"Marcy" 

"Had a couple of dollar signs to my name" 

"Roc-a-Fella y'all" 

"One of the best!" 

"Waitin for my day to come" 

"Just give me the word" 

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Nah this ain't Jigga it's your lil nigga Bleek 

Reportin to these motherfuckers live from the street 

Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced 

At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes 

Peep the steez, I represent for all those 

with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys 

Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys 

Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's 

First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it 

Niggaz tryin to kill me dog, who wouldn't? 

Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's 

Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger 

You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her 

Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us 

Shit is constant, that's why I pack the 

Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it? 

I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall 

Man I'm tryin to come up on y'all 

Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets 

from sundown to sunup on y'all 

Mama said keep bullshittin they'll kill you dead 

One week of this hustlin brought a living room set 

Went to? D's, niggaz mad, veins out 

Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out 

Flashy, fly little nigga 

Nosy bitch from the third floor like "Why little nigga?" 

Bitch please, twist the trees 

Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe 

That's my answer, life's like cancer 

And I'm serious 

"Waitin for my day to come" 

"Just give me the word"