Hard Life lyrics

Artist  : Big Tymers Featuring Juvenile & Lil Wayne 
Song : Hard Life
 


[Baby]
For sure, lil' one
I know what
you're goin' through to shine
Niggas pullin'
off all type of shit
But, look: if you don't
know what you're doin',
you'd better catch the
sideline
Catch the sideline

Nigga, the
block look the same - it's just crack and
cocaine
Niggas losin' but we still
maintainin'
Livin' life like a penitentiary
with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project
bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out
quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love slingin'
this white shit
S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops
- we love that shit
'Bout two-hundred thugs
with this clique
We multiply everyday for the
bullshit
For the hood shit
Burned down
buildin's ain't no good, slick
Niggas pullin'
auctions on they own cars to get money
quick
Then we dippin' and dabbin'
Goin'
back to the labbin'
Lil' niggas payin' me for
cookin' they slabbin'
Cook a brick and make it
out a brick-and-halfin'
Chargin' them young g's
ten G's for cookin' they slabs
Say, lil' wodie,
I gots to have it

(Hook - 4x
[Juvenile])
It's a hard life we livin' - they
'bout they drama
We earn stripes from killin'
- attack like piranhas

[Lil'
Wayne]
Look
Look
On the streets it ain't
sweet
They be (?)
It's not a game, homeboy -
this ain't the NFL
Him just (?) from rippin'
with the mid-deck twelve
Hit the block in
twin-SL's, and spit at gals
You get that,
pal?
Once it's war, nigga, skip town
'Cause
if I don't do it, be swimmin' with fish,
clown
Now, crack a whole chick down, sell it
in quarters
If the drama happen to hit town,
I'm 'nappin' your daughter
If the broad try to
flip out, I'm cuttin' her water
If your boys
try to help out, I'm killin' they fathers
When
and wherever
What and however - you bring it
good
I'll have your mom singin' "Hmmm hmm
hmmm"
Cause nowadays lot of niggas got coward
ways
So I ride with K's to knock off the side
of heads
But I'm tryin' to stay man, I'm
tryin' to stay focused
What I'm tryin' to say
we gon' bust it wide open!

(Hook - 4x
[Juvenile])

[Mannie
Fresh]
What
What
Pimps, playas, riders,
rollers, hustlers
Gangstas, thugs, criminal
motherfuckers
Hit it, quit it, fuck it, leave
it, flee
No evidence at your residence -
that's me
Black, ugly, mean, sheisty
bastard
Preachers and teachers sayin', "I'm
surprised you lasted."
Guns, drugs, bitches
hot sex
Weed, crack, heroin - what's
next?
Feds, cops, killers
politicians
Hookers, hoes, (?) all on
missions
Crooks, mayors, presidents, and
leaders
N-double-A-CP, rednecks, and meat
beaters
Mommas, baby-mommas, aunties and
cousins
Scatter sites, knocked-out lights,
projects by the dump
And cars, broads, murders
ghetto life
I went through all that shit
for
platinum ringers and a little bit of
ice

(Hook - 4x
[Juvenile])

[Juvenile]
I've been
blessed
I thank the Lord everyday
for
gettin' me from 'round these devils in these dark
hallways
How the fuck you gonna help me when I
don't care?
Niggas see me front it all - they
just look and stare
And talk about how it
should be and how it could be
Bentley in my
basement - ain't nobody understood me
Take
care of your people like you take care of your
kids
'Cause money ain't shit when you don't
know how to live
And niggas gon' pretend to be
your friend when they ain't
You expect 'em to
be there until the end, but they can't
Now,
how many of you can say you're a real
nigga?
Play the Prowler, but scared to go in
the field with ya
You gon' know your nigga -
he gon' be there, still with ya
Whether if
it's talkin' or slingin' the steal with
ya
Don't answer nobody questions
Gotta turn
to the Lord with a confession

(Hook - 4x
[Juvenile])
It's a hard life we livin' -
'cause they 'bout they drama
We earn stripes
from killin' - attack like piranhas