Album Cover Knock Tha Hustle

Knock Tha Hustle

Cozz

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Yeah, third take nigga

Cozz and effect nigga

Yeah, yeah, I got toYeah, yeah

Jealousy holding enemies hostage

Eventually the penalty will come and haunt ya

Hennessey memories leaving me nauseous

But the Hennessy makes the melodies awesome

So instead of me talking I′m steady jotting

And steady plotting on how to gain spaghetti toppings

You know that parmesan, that cheddar, mozzarella

The list goes on and on you know my heart is strong

You know my list is long, I'm a young phenomenon

It′s like these people keep forgetting

It's always the least expected who ends up getting it

So don't tell me bout no niggas hating

What′s the point if I hear

Mr. not giving a fuck with a joint in his ear

Put that steak on his plate the sirloin disappear

Empty gut I′m hungry man, the guns pointing this year

I'm feeling like I′m dealing with children boy I'm killing

Niggas already trying to bite styles

You break a tooth if you bite down

Bitch I go way too hard

Cause I′ve been in this hood dog for way too long man

I've been quiet for way too long

Been patiently waiting can′t wait too long dog

I've been broke man for way too long

No hot water for way too long

You can't knock the hustle it′s way too strong

Yeah we′re way too strong

Death to the imposters, label me the king

My dreams could win Oscars, my niggas turned mobsters

My white friends doctors, fatherless child

Listen how I got this knowledge is wild

Streets taught me, speak softly nigga watch from the crowd

Cause any nigga that's loud, just want attention and eventually blaow

No fake niggas allowed in my circle dawg

You been through half the shit I been through it′ll hurt ya dawg

Tread softly, my nigga moving state to state running late watch 'em

Tryna avoid state troopers, that′s the weight watchers

Run this dope set this cake till they say "Gotcha"

Or till the fat lady sings, and niggas hate operas

And Oprah hate niggas

Make no mistake that we know the stake still, we hope to make over eight figures

Slim chances, but niggas bet against the odds and who am I to criticise how you play your cards dawg

Cause I done beat the odds going way too hard

I been getting slept on for way too long

I been patiently waiting for way too long

I been quiet dawg for way too long

You can't knock the hustle dawg it′s way too strong

It's way too strong

I said you can't knock my hustle dawg it′s way too strong

It′s way too strong

Look, I never admit it, tryna get my brother acquitted

Yo' tell the judge I be happy to pay him off if he′s with it

My flesh and blood, hauled off to the cell

I search for heaven as I see him getting lost in this hell

Headed for coffin or jail, to never try is the ultimate fail

But love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves

Deep, I guess I love a lot

Because the more I do my thang the more I feel the guilt and shame that my brother's not

Reminisce as we was kids screaming "Fuck a cop"

Guess he took it serious, for me that shit was just for props

Arms too skinny to hug the block

I found comfort in my dreams, of things seen on the screen of fortune and fame

Decisions, decisions, the Porsche or the Range

I take a trip back to the ′Ville only corpses remain

Some of them niggas still breathing but they dead inside

Victims of a genocide

Tears fill my eyes dawg

Cause I've been out of touch man for way too long

I′ve been out in Hollywood for way too long

I've been, getting this paper for way too long

I ain't called my pops back in way too long

I done make my girl wait for way too long

I wonder if I changed, am I way too on?

Can′t knock my hustle but It′s way too strong

It's way too strong

Cut in flet

Drave in

Co work