Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) cover
Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) cover

Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) Lyrics Meanings
by JAY-Z

Hip-Hop/Rap
1998
396

Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) Lyrics

Take the bassline out, uh huh
Jigga (bounce wit' it) uh huh uh huh uh huh yeah
Let it bump though

It's the hard knock life (uh huh) 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!

From standin' on the corners boppin'
To drivin' some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For droppin' some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot, with the smoke Glock
Fleein' the murder scene, you know me well
From nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when why'all niggas know me to fail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me mom I rub on your tits, and what-not
I'm from the school of the hard knocks, we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it fifty/fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh-huh
And sip the Cris' and get pissy-pissy
Flow infinitely like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby!
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter
Nigga Volume two

It's the hard 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! I flow for those 'dro'ed out, all my niggas
Locked down in the ten by fo', controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over, we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishin', they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I see you vision mama, I put my money on the longshots
All my ballers that's born to clock
Now I'mma be on top whether I perform or not
I went from lukewarm to hot, sleepin' on futons and cots
To King Size, dream machines, the green fives
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down, type braille
I'm tight grill with the phony, rappers why'all might feel we homies
I'm like still, y'all don't know me, shit!
I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improvin'
I'm tryin' to murder everything movin', feel me?

It's the hard 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 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!

I don't how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Got a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
Hustling's still inside of me, and as far as progress
You'd be hard-pressed, to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it, til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya, nigguh!

It's the hard 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 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 life!
It's the hard knock life!

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