Can't Knock The Hustle

Jay Z f& Mary J. Blige I'm makin short term goals, wonder whether foes just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy high stakes, i got more at stake than philly shoppin sprees, copin three, duece fever i guess its fully loaded, ah yes, bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha 50 g's to the crap shooter, niggas can't fade me chrome socks beamin, through my periphial i see ya schemin stop dreamin',i leave ya body steamin niggas is feenin, whats the meanin i'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine-in my cuff runnin over with hundreds im one of the best niggas that done it six digits and runnin, y'all niggas don't want it i got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco swear to god, don't get it fucked up