Hard Times

(album: Chopper City In The Ghetto - 1999)

Who put this shit together

I done done it all from jacking and slanging nigga trust that
Stealing cars snorting dope getting bust at
Never going ta school all kinda bull-shit
They calling my moma in I got her looking unfit
But look it ain't Cint fault I turned out this way
Its my fault she told me right from wrong everyday
When my daddy got killed I think thats when I went a stray
Mark Nell L.T. and me made niggas lay on they face
We was about that gunplay and on the grind
We was on a paper chase we wanted ta shine
Gotta get it how you live where the fuck I'm from
Gotta keep it on the real where the fuck I'm from
Growing up in the streets best believe its dangerous
They lock us up but the jail ain't changing us
You'll make it how i live if you don't mind dying
Growing up in my shoes best believe was hard times nigga

[Chorus x2]
Hard times got a nigga in all black
I'm going jack for that silver pack where its at
Hard times got the B.G. drove nigga
Hard times got me ducking them white folks nigga

Its a hard time coming up where I'm from like a twister spinning
Don't get caught in it
Its drastic drama its everyday life whoa
Jacking is a way of livin 'if you ain't on the right road
I move fast my people say I need ta slow down
Close ya nose or ya gonna go down
I'm beefing with different sets I'm ducking them white folks
Playing my hoes close
They tied up like a rope
I'm slanging trying ta make a million and chill
Buy a ten story building and a football field
Diamonds round my neck and wrist plenty golds in my grill
Niggas gone get holes in they head if they don't keep it real
My mama crying cuz she think I'ma get my head bust
But I tell her growing up with no daddy is rough
Welfare ain't enough
And I wanna shine
So I'm goin get mine nigga and get out these hard times whoa

[Chorus x2]

Me and my niggas buying cars don't give a fuck what its costing
Neighborhood superstar Hot Boy$ bout flossing
Crossin any of us get that put in a coffin
You don't hear we loss a shoot-out very often
We balling
Shot calling
Walking to the top
And when we get there believe we closing shop
I'm letting my law down making Gs nigga
I done been through them hard times I'm making chesse nigga
Me and Fresh can hook up and make a hit with ease nigga
Fade me the B.G. pretty please nigga
I'm a six figure
Money go-getter
Driving expedition
Bet a bitch quick and put another hoe in her position
Riches is what I'm chasing everyday nigga
Killing bustas bringin that bitch in my way nigga
Trying ta shine Ca$h Money on the grind nigga
Stacking gingles cuz we done been through hard times nigga peep me

[Chorus repeat to end]