| Song | The School of Hard Knocks |
| Artist | Black 'N Blue |
| Album | Black 'N Blue |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : St. James, Thayer | |
| [chorus] | |
| We from the school, the school of hardknocks | |
| Who's ready to rock? (ready to rock) | |
| Are you ready to rock? (ready to rock) | |
| Round'n up suckaz, knock'em, knock'em out the box | |
| Graduate at 13, the streets made me a scholar | |
| Flood the microphone, one by one, hear'em holler | |
| The sure shoots, rock box, rhym'n on blasted beats | |
| Mics on my side, they call me Hip Hop Along Cassidy | |
| Rap'n catasrophe, but only time will tell | |
| Could we excel and rock bells like LL | |
| Made me feel I was ill, music euphoria | |
| Went to the doctor, D.O.C gave me the formula | |
| Hey young world, the world is yours | |
| Turned my whole wide world into metaphors | |
| You kept me straight, when times got hard | |
| So let me reminisce over you my God | |
| [chorus] | |
| I came through the door, I said it before | |
| We pioneers, redefining hardcore | |
| You want more MC's and DJ's | |
| Dues we pays 8 out of 7 days | |
| In many ways, I've seen a lot go around | |
| Pound for pound from S.D to Boogie Down | |
| We've been around, bout as round as they come | |
| From all yes y'alls, to dum ditty dum dum | |
| See this is philosophy, on the industry | |
| That there ain't no other brothaz bout as bad as we | |
| You see my squad stays on point | |
| Rock this funky joint. | |
| Can you dig it? | |
| [chorus] |
| zuo qu : St. James, Thayer | |
| chorus | |
| We from the school, the school of hardknocks | |
| Who' s ready to rock? ready to rock | |
| Are you ready to rock? ready to rock | |
| Round' n up suckaz, knock' em, knock' em out the box | |
| Graduate at 13, the streets made me a scholar | |
| Flood the microphone, one by one, hear' em holler | |
| The sure shoots, rock box, rhym' n on blasted beats | |
| Mics on my side, they call me Hip Hop Along Cassidy | |
| Rap' n catasrophe, but only time will tell | |
| Could we excel and rock bells like LL | |
| Made me feel I was ill, music euphoria | |
| Went to the doctor, D. O. C gave me the formula | |
| Hey young world, the world is yours | |
| Turned my whole wide world into metaphors | |
| You kept me straight, when times got hard | |
| So let me reminisce over you my God | |
| chorus | |
| I came through the door, I said it before | |
| We pioneers, redefining hardcore | |
| You want more MC' s and DJ' s | |
| Dues we pays 8 out of 7 days | |
| In many ways, I' ve seen a lot go around | |
| Pound for pound from S. D to Boogie Down | |
| We' ve been around, bout as round as they come | |
| From all yes y' alls, to dum ditty dum dum | |
| See this is philosophy, on the industry | |
| That there ain' t no other brothaz bout as bad as we | |
| You see my squad stays on point | |
| Rock this funky joint. | |
| Can you dig it? | |
| chorus |
| zuò qǔ : St. James, Thayer | |
| chorus | |
| We from the school, the school of hardknocks | |
| Who' s ready to rock? ready to rock | |
| Are you ready to rock? ready to rock | |
| Round' n up suckaz, knock' em, knock' em out the box | |
| Graduate at 13, the streets made me a scholar | |
| Flood the microphone, one by one, hear' em holler | |
| The sure shoots, rock box, rhym' n on blasted beats | |
| Mics on my side, they call me Hip Hop Along Cassidy | |
| Rap' n catasrophe, but only time will tell | |
| Could we excel and rock bells like LL | |
| Made me feel I was ill, music euphoria | |
| Went to the doctor, D. O. C gave me the formula | |
| Hey young world, the world is yours | |
| Turned my whole wide world into metaphors | |
| You kept me straight, when times got hard | |
| So let me reminisce over you my God | |
| chorus | |
| I came through the door, I said it before | |
| We pioneers, redefining hardcore | |
| You want more MC' s and DJ' s | |
| Dues we pays 8 out of 7 days | |
| In many ways, I' ve seen a lot go around | |
| Pound for pound from S. D to Boogie Down | |
| We' ve been around, bout as round as they come | |
| From all yes y' alls, to dum ditty dum dum | |
| See this is philosophy, on the industry | |
| That there ain' t no other brothaz bout as bad as we | |
| You see my squad stays on point | |
| Rock this funky joint. | |
| Can you dig it? | |
| chorus |