School of the hardknocks Lyrics

Put in work, but it wasn't a job

I'm from the school of hard Knocks

Took l's, but it wasn't lost

I'm from the school of hard knocks

I had drive before I got me a car

I'm from the school of hard knocks

Got class use ta chill in the hall

I'm from the school of hard Knocks

Don't know love I can't show none

Give them cold steel rite off of my cold shoulder

Dish I serve up best it be a cold one

Its Hot what I beer here certainly not a cold one

What

Ya never seen a man in the Kitchen

Put it in the pot watch me whip it

Wallace with the vision

Four, four door when I kick in

One in the head with the clip in

I was chilling with the villains

Demon time now niggas sinning

Or wishing for a semi like

Timmy

Stay in da hood like

Kenny

The wolves like

Gimme

Thats word to the hairs on ma chin chin chinney

Got da keys to da city

And the key da city

White girl twelve, twelve

Say them jeans on skinny

A nigga huff puff

Ah breeze on them piggies

You See around here this

A twin twin twenty

It's a win when with me

I'm da big dick willy

And my dick big really

And the whip sitting pretty

And my wrist all pissy

And ya bitch getting friendly

And the clip give hickie

Thats a fifty on a beam

Ah can't stop won't stop

Like diddy on a bean

Gimme chole or halle

Like biggie with the dreams

But bigger than them things

Call me chef band gundy

With the magic whipping

Every penny , the hardaway

I had to get it

On the corner n they say you looking mad suspicious

What the fuck

Dont talking bout me

If See something say something

Watch what you speak

Cus niggas a leave them paws on You

Mark of the beast

Tell jesus grab the wheel

Better walk wit a priest

Try play superman and

Put clark on his feet

Now I'm sure em flash n lights

Don't start with police

Ah let it go like a race

Dont be starting wit me

Ah been thinking

Way before uber eats

It been doja cats

Most ain't choose the streets

Still console the trap

Work went was tan to white

Sammy sosa pack

Work went from hand to pipe

Than they toast the glass

Then they float at last

See the hopes they had

Some niggas purpose a ring

Some purpose a bag

Gotta relax

I'm not telling you trap

Cus hov did that

But still we had to go threw that

The crack in the concrete

Where the rose grew at

The back i sit the pyrex

Where the stove fumes at

The back of the projects

Where i home scooled at

They take lesson in vein

Where the dope shoot at

I Bear arms wear my heart on my Sleeve

And Love shooting it's shot

but the target ain't me

Ah

Pour out my heart

Fill up a cup

It's beyond me

Time to make the song cry

And i just let the and guitar sing

Always had class but no deans up my hall.

Work graded it shaded to something

Moth ball

I was on a roll

No honor roll got my mom's Called

My old school schooled dudes from the ground yall

J

Biggie

X

Nas

Not n that order

I really listen to pac

Diddy really showed me

how to go and work the locks

N beans before you die gotta make Salah

Put in work but it wasn't a job

I'm from the school of hard Knocks

Took l's but it wasn't lost

I'm from the school of hard knocks

I had drive before i got me a car

I'm from the school of hard knocks

Got class use ta chill in the hall

I'm from the school of hard knocks