hey this is my second tab and this is a really good song called “hard knock life ( ghetto
and is from jay – z’s third album called “vol . 2 . . . hard knock life” . after the chorus
can figure out the rythm but it would help you if you listened to the song . : )
chorus
C D E
it’s the hard knock life ( uh – huh ) for us
E D C
it’s the hard knock life , for us!!
C D E
steada treated , we get tricked
E D C
steada kisses , we get kicked
C D E
it’s the hard knock life!!
verse
just keep repeating C D E , E D C but here are the rest of the words :
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 y’all niggaz know me to fail? fxxk naw
where all my niggaz 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 2 , y’all niggaz get ready
chorus
verse
i flow for those ’dro’ed out; all my niggaz
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 imma 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 braile
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 grill when my situation ain’t improvin
i’m tryin to murder everything movin , feel me?!
chorus
verse
i don’t know how to sleep , i gotta eat , stay on my toes
gotta 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!
chorus x2
. . . it’s the hard knock life!!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . it’s the hard knock life!!
by hamish
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