The Anthology of Rap by Adam Bradley

Author:Adam Bradley [Bradley, Adam]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
ISBN: 978-0-300-16306-3
Publisher: Yale University Press
Published: 2010-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Take the bassline out, uh-huh. Jigga (Bounce with it), uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh, yeahh. Let it bump though.

[Chorus]

It’s the hard knock life (Uh-huh) for us

It’s the hard knock life for us!

’Stead a treated, we get tricked

’Stead a 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, from 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 y’all niggas know me to fail? Fuck, naw

Where all my niggas with the rubber grips? Bust shots

And if you with me, Mama, rub on your tits, and whatnot

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

Let’s 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 2—y’all niggas get ready

[Chorus]

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 your vision, Mama, I put my money

On the long shots, all my ballers that’s born to clock

Now I’ma 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, y’all might feel we homies

I’m like still, y’all don’t know me, shit

I’m tight brill when my situation ain’t improvin

I’m tryin to murder everything movin—feel me?!

[Chorus 2x]

I don’t know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes

Got a lot of beef, so logically, I prey on my foes

Hustlin’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 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 nonstop for ya, nigga

[Chorus 2x]

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